Okay, so for those of you who have the new EP from my new band (Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds [download available here]), I’ve put the lyrics below so you can sing along/scoff at my childish stupidity and/or feeble attempt at being a lyricist. I pasted these from a word document, so that’s why the formatting is all fucked up. I don’t know how to do a hard return and have it not translate to being double spaced here in wordpress. Once again, I’m an idiot. On another note, thanks for listening. Happy reading along!
1. A Man With the Passion Of Tennessee Williams
Well I came and I saw, and I saw that I came
And I didn’t really conquer, but I didn’t really play.
I’m inflamed and they named me most likely to be lazy.
Well, I think they did, I stopped listening after they nominated me.
And nothing’s gonna stop me now.
That’s because I’m sitting still.
And I ain’t leaving til I get my fill.
I’m hot for the teacher and the rhetoric
I’m hot for the well spoken mechanic
I’m hot like the gritty desert sand, man.
I’m hot like Hawaiian Tropic tans, man.
I’m gonna say something no one’s ever said before.
I’ll figure out what it is in just a minute.
Pay no attention to the tattered, bloody curtain
You can be anything at all.
Pay no attention to the man behind the tattered, bloody curtain.
He looks like he took a pretty bad fall.
And trying is the quickest way to fail.
And failing is the quickest way to lose your motivation
And that’s why I’m stationed at this station
A sublime subgenius submerged in sublimation.
Baby let me think for a minute more.
Just let me think for a minute.
Now if we just knew how to get it.
2. I’d Rather Die Than Live Forever
I’d rather die
Than live forever
I’d rather never show my hand
and hide in wild depravation.
But this shit ain’t that.
These aren’t the times, this isn’t my night
These are just crimes and reckless homicides
Duct tape and ether rags, burning at midnight
We’re just trying to get away from what we started
From all the sirens, flames and stinking carnage
So then I’m gonna see my lady then I’m gonna go back home
And I’d say I’ll see you maybe soon but baby no I won’t
And I know I don’t deserve this so don’t fucking tell me so
I stopped listening long ago
I ain’t the boy you think you know
Do you wanna see a picture of what’s underneath these pants?
Do you wanna hear a dream that I pretend I don’t have?
Do you wanna stay asleep while the kids outside get wild
or lick the demon smile?
Do you want to get some gasoline and huff and burn and laugh?
Do you want to burn a flaming pentagram into the grass?
I used to want it now I just want to want it back. But this shit isn’t that.
Let’s get to runnin.
3. Suffer the Children, Come Unto Me
What’s a pretty little thing like you doin in this dingy old back room?
I got some candy, a piece for every bruise.
Grab it if it’s handy. Any cock’ll do.
Now dance to the beat of the slow, slow turn of the world as it weeps in this slow, slow burn.
And the shoes on your feet ain’t set to return.
I’m the one who’s walking out alone.
You won’t need those sandals where you’re going.
Cuz honey, you ain’t ever goin home.
And the last sounds that you’ll ever know are the vultures crying.
And soon they’ll be picking at your bones.
I caught you in the bathroom in a real wide stance.
I caught you down by the lagoon with my hands down your pants
On an old dirty mattress with stains and yellow scarves
I start out watching then I get so hard.
And you won’t need that mattress where you’re going.
And I’m the one who’s walking out alone.
And mister, you ain’t ever going home.
And the last sound that you’ll ever know is my bonesaw grinding.
Soon I’ll be chipping at your bones.
Every single plan I make has been informed by these sour grapes.
I’ve got one last death to fake before I settle down
On the last burning block of the last burning town
Where the devil and behemoth have been hanging around
And I don’t miss that old crowd.
So goddamned lazy and loud.
And the last sound that I’ll ever know is my heart exploding.
Soon I’ll be nothing but these bones.
I don’t need this bullshit where I’m going.
And I don’t think I’m ever going home.
And I’m the one who’s walking out alone
So bitch, quit your fucking crying.