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two scoops!
00:59
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the geoff sessions
04:30
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Did you really come to expect
Things to really turn out this way?
Do you have any regrets?
Are you ready for your first day?
Assume the position
That you never really wanted
You were just an ambition
But now you've become the hunted
Don't go burning bridges
Unless you're ready for a fire
You provide the privilege
And I'll uncover my desire
We've got problems
You can't solve them
Did you become pariah elect
On the belief you'd hold your own leash?
Do you believe that they'll protect
Your effigy as it burns from our freedom of grief?
Lawsuits and convictions
That you never really wanted
You were an act of contrition
But now you've become unwanted
The angry masses came through
And your masters are much less discrete
Will the USSS save you
When your people bite the hand that tweets?
You've got problems
Words can't solve them
Rather be right than sane
You can't burn bridges without a fire
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I’m terrorized by all these aryan reactions
Beaten down by their factions
So I busy myself with distractions
I busy/bury myself in inaction
Virtues of selfishness expoused by the selfish
Grabbing headlines and pelvis
And I can’t believe they’re trying to sell this
I can’t believe they’re trying/able to sell this
Feels like we’re sitting on a nuclear reactor
Hot on the heels of disaster
And the fall of Rome can't come any faster
We’re global warming up to disaster
My news feed IV like a shot of adrenalin
It feels like motherfucking 911
And I don’t believe we’re going to heaven
I don’t believe we’re going to heaven
Control
Alt
Right
Delete
Protecting hate speech with fallacious semantics
Reaction aryan antics
And I don’t know if I’m just a romantic
I might just be a hopeless romantic
Not left off hook thanks to your persistence
Others show their resistance
But I don’t know if I can make a difference
I don’t know if it makes any difference
It's true we hurt the ones we love the most
No wonder I'm such a masochist
I'm such a masochist
I don't know what I'm doing
Does anybody know?
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You only care for health
When it affects yourself
You act upon instinct
And talk in double speak
You put your country first
And make everything worse
So show us what you mean
Mar-a-Lago swamp thing
You'll bleed a little bit just to
Make them all suffer more than you
Double speak to me in slogans
I can understand
Is this just all a labour of love?
The missiles raining down
Hypocrisy abound
So turn us inside out
And run your filthy mouth
You’ll just keep fucking up
You'll just keep fucking up
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2.0 (great again)
00:38
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upgrade the area
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rutgers
03:18
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i'm a dreamer who never sleeps
i never quit; i admit defeat
take a bite, metastasize
fill that hunger deep inside
my envy, essential
to the plate i make myself without utensils
binge and malnutrition
you've always got so much to say
why don't you shut up and listen?
i saw you touch her
i'm onto you, you motherfucker
go back to rutgers
i saw you touch her
i'm onto you
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with open mouth
03:34
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time is an indifferent goddess
her silence is contagious
my prayers leave me beguiled
with open mouth i find my voice
sharpen my tongue yet have no choice
like an infibulated child
my body left to represent
someone else's needs without consent
or responsibility
with open mouth, i cannot breathe
relentlessly, i'm dragged along
righteously paraded as wrong
identity forgone
it goes and comes around as my words have no depth
indifference fosters more contempt
but not enough to give a shit either way
with open mouth and absolutely nothing to say
and my face is like a bad, bad headache
a picture perfect depiction of rape
alleviating with each passing night
clear enough to avoid, but vague enough not to know why
and though i've learned to live in silence
like a victim who won't leave
i like to make believe
there's a voice inside of me
with open mouth
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this state of mind is out of service
this cult of belief doesn't scratch the surface
did you ever think you'd be so nervous
born into privilege when you don't deserve it
the doors are opening and closing 'round me
the scope of my denial astounds me
why complain when you can remain complacent
why demand a thing when you can feel displacement
why fill an ugly void when you're so pretty vacant
why be a hero when no one's got the patience
discomfort from everyone around me
hands over fists, I raise them proudly
the hopes of ever changing things confounds me
the way I choose to live, it sure feels cowardly
the matter of all lives good intentions
make them all regret our interventions
you're not the president
you're just an instance
those who take residence
can't show resistance
who says what matters most
whose voice is heard
it's the matter of all lives
it's what's the matter with all lives
i'm too proud to stand for what i'm not
because i'm too quick to scapegoat what i am
to some, that's words of wisdom
too proud to stand
for what i demand
tensions are rising
polls are surprising
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chameleon
04:12
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i'm getting fat
my hairline is thin
got a porcelain back
and prosthetic limbs
drink myself sick
eat skin-popping seeds
got a small, flaccid prick
and a shitload of needs
what i was, what I am, what i will become
never gave much a damn for the damage i've done
features fractured in place, i'm a chameleon
and I'll rip off your face
a whole not akin to my sinew or skin
i'm as easy to read as they're prone to believe
got something to find, not from what's refined
there's nothing that's mine, i don't know what i am by design
intelligent design
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Won’t you just try to relax
Let me prop your pillow and pump the trepidation
You're at a loss for syntax
Social justice warrior without a vocation
I’m interested in the facts
But better off with hymns and salvation
You’ve caught me right in the act
Of being found without a foundation
Nothing to lose when you’re the status quo
Nothing to lose when you’re the status quo
Nothing to lose when you’re the status quo
Straight Anglo libertarian techbro
You’ve got me nailed to the cross
I was never born if it’s any consolation
I know how to take a loss
I don’t know a tale from a tender situation
Every band I listened to in high school
Every band I listened to in high school
Every band I listened to in high school
Take a dip in the white privilege cesspool
Now all I’ve got are my thoughts
Pulping criticism without provocation
my heart it bleeds and it clots
Social justice warrior in need of validation
Freedom of privileged speech
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perverted
05:31
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disobedience
03:06
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When I look at you on the train, I often wonder what you think of me when we happen to meet each other's gaze, which we always do. I try not to stare but I sometimes can't help but wonder how long it will take before you realize I'm looking your way, watching you fumble with your headphones as I pretend to listen to mine. Three seconds? Five seconds? Ten seconds? How long before my uninvited male gaze alerts your sixth sense, your womanly intuition, your rape radar as I stare unapologetically, my battery eyes like acid eating away at any sense of comfort and normalcy, although it's very normal for you to feel unsafe in such a patriarchal world. It's not fair for you to always need to keep your guard up, but then life isn't fair, and you've come to expect many young men locking their battery acid eyes onto your battered skin and sense of safety. We're conditioned from an early age by our tribesmen, told we can take what we want and ask for consent later if not come across as incredibly victimized in a sort of backwards discrimination for being young, hungry men with hungry eyes ready to batter your agency into a placenta like pulp as we like Mother Nature make you bleed for your womanhood. Do you think I'm going to follow you off your stop? Do you turn your head and look back and expect me to grab you from behind, bend you over and fuck your self-confidence into a state worse than death, your body shaking at the very task of walking to and from work, feeling unsafe in a crowded room and even more vulnerable when alone? You are a human being worthy of respect, autonomy, and being free from lecherous, adulterous, salivating, fetishizing, other-ing, rape-tinged gazes from the male lense
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cheese beast
04:12
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Ooh, baby…whatcha been doin’ to me lately?
You redefine porn
Like a brand new life form
The calm before the cum storm
Bull come get at your horn
You know what I like
And you sharpen that knife
Stand and deliver, clean your pipes
Take in some chicken delight
White collared like a priest
You bear the mark of the beast
And now it’s time to feast
Flesh slippery when released
We keep the fuck up all night
You know I don’t like it tight
Spread your left wing and right
‘Cause the creator wants light
Let there be light
Ooh, baby…whatcha been doin’ to me lately?
Before you make it hard to breathe
Grind my face like a cheese
Greater than any sort of sleaze
And I’m so eager to please
It’s consensual of course
But I still use the Force
Be in you always ‘til you’re hoarse
No glove, no love, no remorse
And did you need a receipt
I’ll shoot it over your feet
We ain’t nothin’ but freaks
In our sexual peaks
So let’s cross that summit
I cum all over your stomach
Ain’t much of a mystery
‘Cause your boo know whodunit
I done it
Ooh, baby…whatcha been doin’ to me lately?
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