Defeatism!

by Swampboots

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1.
01:37
Guess you can’t trust anyone no more / omniscient fathers / humble whores But hey you know I loved you / Most of all / And you told the other boys / We never spoke Stick your hand in my wound / It’s totally cool / It hurts to be different / I guess / Resurrection is for fools Don’t ask me about my time away, it was hell / went through some heavy shit / missed you loads Now Dad’s making me move home again / Don’t wanna lose this body / lose these temptations Stick your hand in my wound / It’s totally cool / it hurts to be different / I guess / Resurrection is for fools / And purity is far from truth
2.
Cecilia Stahr / Hangs alone at the back bar / She drinks em down, down, down / But’s never paid for one Eyes that sing / serenade discarded boys and girls / She spins em round, round, round / Guess dizziness is love You think she’s got problems / You think you’re gonna solve them / You think she’s got problems / You think she wants to solve them Cecilia Stahr / Quotes Camus to empty barstools / Hell is passing time, time, time / But Hell’s Time pure heaven Ask her to dance / She might take you to the bathroom / Fool-around in a stall, stall, stall / just a little, and then send you home You think she’s got problems / You think you’re gonna solve them/ You think she’s got problems / You think she wants to solve them You can’t save / what you can’t catch You can’t cure / a break so perfect She’s just so perfect As she’s about to crash Look out she’s gonna crash
3.
Hanging on the street it’s Saturday night / Fake lashes, pink wig, yeah you feel alright All the boys dream of becoming queens / Cause the Queens of Queens they rule the scene Five-O’s cruising for their own kinda action tonight / Bored with the Blacks and Mexicans they frisk all the time They figure makeup on a man makes for a whore in the bed / Don’t matter if they ever see money change hands So pass those drugs to your whitest friend / the one who deals anyway just to pay for college / or that straight looking guy in his suit and tie / who happens to turn tricks for investment tips They can cop a feel, but they’ll never make us squeal Wasting away in a holding cell. You’re losing your mind / No one’s got the cash to bail you out this time / Just another instance of getting dicked / by the police and not for kicks
4.
02:58
Verse 1 She lives underneath the expressway In a studio that floods when she showers at night Before sunrise, she heads to midtown Manhattan / where she opens a cafe / working morning, noon till night She knows / working with friends is priceless, but serving the entitled is painful / painful Especially when, she don’t make enough to keep warm / keep warm Watch out cause someday, She’ll take what she needs (and you’ll get what you deserve) Although the cafe / steals all of her time / some of her dignity / her quality of life Her spirit is locked away safely / worth more than the millions they suffer to hide She knows / it’ll take years to break free / but one day she’ll fight back up on to her feet / they’ll see
5.
02:38
Oh so absurd So cruel so cold You break your back just to tease out a little smile And promise eternal devotion for a place to hide When you were a kid the world Seemed so perfect so simple Someone probably told you your love meant the world But don’t overestimate the value of your heart Dry your eyes No one cares if you cry And there’s no one left to cling to but I can take you home All your loves tend to forget They vowed they’d fall apart, if you ever left Seems so real every time Then they outrun all those tears you cry
6.
03:14
I know you don’t need me no more / Guess I wouldn’t have to stay with you / Words aren’t hurting like they’re supposed to / better to end it before we’re completely bored I don’t mind a fight / better than being alone I don’t mind a fight / especially if you come alive Don’t go home tonight / it may seem wrong but might feel right
7.
We know it always ends / with the arctic wreckage of a lonely bed / still there’s something beating inside / something burning we can’t deny / the emptiness expands / come closer, take my hand Nothing’s gonna happen / but even if it did I wouldn’t feel a thing / Nothing’s gonna happen / but even if it did you wouldn’t feel a thing / so come on and kiss me / come on and kiss me / I won’t feel a thing / nothing’s gonna happen / but even if it did you wouldn’t feel a thing Still we come here every night / deaf and dumb, nearly blind / expecting nothing / receiving less / just an awkard smile / an empty caress / still there’s something close to hope / smoldering in us both
8.
If I make a pact with the demons of my heart / Will I forfeit true happiness and throw away live love / Doctor Faustus wanted Knowledge all I wants someone to hold / something real to fill the empty hours that fall behind my door. Won’t you meet me on the corner by the monument store But don’t dwell too long on all those unmarked stones For our end will surely come / As all love must take it’s toll By the time you’ve paid off the engraving / there’s a new name to chisel on the stone. I don’t mean to be a downer as you’re here to have fun / and I see it’s closing time so you’re looking to pair off / I just want you to know I walk the darkest alleys alone in the hopes that I’m attacked and buried low beneath the black
9.
Fighting big coal / medical boards, collapsing roads Your true words were truly heard But Crips, cartels / spooks and blow, god I don’t know Keep your job, let it go It kills to be defiant / it pays to be compliant Might have heard / that ice-queen bitch, she sued the firm All I wanted was some head Don’t tell a soul / make full partner, take her roll Or I find those Oxy’s in your drawer It kills to be defiant / it pays to be compliant Father says you’ve got a bad reputation Ignore the facts / ignore His innocent victims Father says you’ve got a bad reputation Father says and what Father says GOOOOOOES It kills to be defiant / it pays to be compliant
10.
03:28
She asks if he’s lost / he’s back at her door that’s proof enough So cold and lonesome / she leads him to bed no need to talk She don’t cum / unless she’s with someone she feels she loves He don’t notice / he’s just trying to keep it up Why not catch up on your reading / find some drug, distract the body’s greed The heart hungers more when it’s feeding It won’t let go / so you can’t say no Deny the weak / deny the strong / deny yourself Fa la-la-la-la / deny yourself deny (Last time) deny the weak / deny the strong / deny yourself / deny us all / deny, deny, deny

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released August 16, 2019

David Lopez: Drums, Percussion
Dylan Schultz: Guitars, Vox
Mike Leech: Casiotone, Vox
Roman Palylyk: Bass

Written and Produced by Dylan Schultz
Engineered by Joe Kimple
Mastered by Ed Ackerson

Gillian Frances Vox on "Enduring Chill"

Tatyana Lopez, Brooklyn Hagen, Cameron Lewis Gang Vox on "Petty Theft", "Pickup on 95th Street", and "Grande Monuments"

Album Art and Layout by Daniel Pulito

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