1. |
Intro (Nu Folk)
01:58
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It’s my distinction
That extinctions
The missing link in
This fucking scene and
The gun is loaded
The triggers holded
By the molded
Sold out every one of you
If it were up to me
I would have pulled that shit in 2016
In fact I tried
But it blew up in my face and I ended up losing my pride
But now we’re back
We’re on attack
And we’re here to pick up all of the slack
And I know
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks but motherfuckers all this one does is shits
Let’s pull the trigger on it
Oh woah woah woah
Cuz now they're askin’ “is this?”
Oh woah woah woah
Do you remember
How things used to be
A thriving and respected underground scene
But now I just try to escape every facet of my life without anybody knowing
That I’m in a folk punk band
Seen as a wannabe oogle clan
Where most of it is not quite folk
Definitely not punk
From wholesome to shitpost
So this isn't folk punk
This is Nu Folk
Don’t fuck with you folk
Or at least the bulk
Of all the fresh meat
Covering DND
Like it’s Pat the Bunny
It’s not fucking funny let's pull the trigger on it
Oh woah woah woah
Cuz now they’re asking is this
Oh woah woah woah
I’m definitely part of it
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2. |
Arbitrary
04:05
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My mechanism for survival has been killing me, evolution dethroned
Survival of the fittest is a way of saying sayonara you irrelevant fuck
Resources desourced to four chords and relapses life passes in assets I’ve destroyed
Said it before and I’ll say it again but I lie when I say that I’ve really tried to change
As the years pass
I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling
But I digress
Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing
Rot to the core while your surface has no flaw, superficial and indisposed
Vulnerability is no threat to me when you’re already dead inside
Forlorn and ordered a reborn existence I missed it and pissed in my privilege
Tired and ugly just gleaming with smugly for what have I gained out of my poor existence?
As the years pass
I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling
But I digress
Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing
There’s something to be said about about addictions bad decisions and everything between
This is not how my mother raised me
We’re all getting too old
Fuck being hungry fuck being cold
I just wanna be ordinary
Maybe I’ll just do what I’m told
Either way it's all arbitrary
I could die now, I could die never
I just wanna be comfortable
When what I have comes to an end
All hail the masses
For our accountability to keep you dry
Warm in the arms of security
The earth cannot feed your needs
So buckle up, and settle down little peasant
Here’s something to eat, now be present
In the hierarchy that glows effervescent, learn your lesson
Move boy to the top of the prism like:
As the years pass
I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling
But I digress
Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing
There’s something to be said about about addictions bad decisions and everything between
This is not how my mother raised me
How my mother raised me
As the years pass
I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling
But I digress
Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing
(x2, in background)
We’re all getting too old
Fuck being hungry fuck being cold
I just wanna be ordinary
Maybe I’ll just do what I’m told
Either way it's all arbitrary
I could die now, I could die never
I just wanna be comfortable
When what I have comes to an end
There’s something to be said about about addictions bad decisions and everything between
This is not how my mother raised me
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3. |
Hit It Through The Rush
00:48
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Woke up, rolled over
Grabbed a fallen soldier
Some pizza leftover
Skimmed the backwash
Scraped the mold off then I
Hit it
(Hit it)
Hit it
(Hit it)
Hit it
(Hit it)
Hit it through the rush
Hit it
(Hit it)
Hit it
(Hit it)
Hit it
(Hit it)
Hit it through the rush
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it through the rush
Hit it through the rush
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4. |
FIFO
04:53
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The devil sits close on the tip of his chair
His claws of nothingness float still in the air
They don’t move
But get closer
Every time I look
I’m bekoned to peek but I try not to stare
Don’t spend too long cuz you’ll get your fair share
Of the vast
Indescribable
Cherish your loved ones or blow out your brains
Spend time with friends or just do drugs and waste
Cuz your fate
Is still imminent
One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body
Tender and timid my limbs try to reach
For something to feel in reality
But my mind
Knows the answer
Melodramatic and too self aware
Sometimes I cannot escape from the fear
I could cry
I could vomit
Rock myself to sleep
Some people pray and some wallow in sin
Still can’t extinguish the thought of the sheer fucking end
Of my likeness
One day you will not wake up from your sleep
No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace
Just some objects
And a body
First in
And first out
Inventoried
Six feet under
We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail
From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
Cradle to grave
From womb to tomb
The only certainty is impending doom
My mind is the master my body’s the slave
Sentient rot in my prison of meat
No pain and no peace
Eternal sleep
No dreams and no nightmares
No pain and no peace
There will be no savior
You wont meet the beast
From the cradle to the grave and out the womb unto the tomb
The only certainty is certainly the all impending doom
I try to kill the thought but in the end it is the thought that’s killing me and keeping life from being what it’s ‘sposed to be
The destination
Ruination
My fixation
Till my days are done
First in
First out
Inventoried
Six feet under
We’re the last in
So we’ll lay low
The reaper’s audit
Born to fail
From cradle to grave we process why
From womb to tomb we learn the truth
Standard operating procedure
Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
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5. |
Neighsayer
02:48
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She came riding in on a rainbow
Swingin’ roadkill by the tail
Sh'dont need a lasso to make the catch
One look
And I was underground
After ‘bout 10 months or so
She came back to get my bones
And was shocked to see the sight beneath
Well my skin was ate away
Worms devoured my brain
But my heart was still in place
Beating
Ratt’ling my rib cage
So She grabbed a sewing needle
Borax, can o’ hairspray
And she exorcised the craft
A foxes tail, coyote hide
And 10 assorted carcass
I was born again, her creation
Abominated and fucking franken
As I opened my eyes
I nearly re-died
Twas her deadly kiss that gave me life
I ain't blowin' smoke
Woah
I said nay
Beating the healthiest of mare
So giddy the fuck up
Woah
Saddle me
Bareback drunken off to nowhere
It's no good but she's the jockette I'm the steed
I used Malort to clean the wounds
Left none to wet the tongue
I used Malort to clean the wounds
Left none to wet the tongue
Wormwood in my veins dry mouth, buried back again
Wormwood in my veins dry mouth, buried back again
I need the mistress I crave the misses
That's sewn me back to life
It's a fair amount of trouble to be in
I feel exfoliated
Excoriated
Within
Come harvest me
Be part of me
In sin
I ain't blowin' smoke
Woah
I said nay
Beating the healthiest of mare
So giddy the fuck up
Woah
Saddle me
Bareback drunken off to nowhere
It's no good but she's the cowgirl I'm the
I ain't blowin' smoke
Woah
It felt like ketamine
Now we’re tied up at the stable
Oh won't you please come back and ride through life with me
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6. |
First Person
02:15
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Think
Before you speak
Act
Like it could mean forever
Do
Everything you do like your body's a fortress and your minds a temple
These
Are the things I’m told
Still
Through mistakes I’ve learned
I fuck up
Then I hate myself and I start to hate you too
Society’s beat
Rinse and repeat
Killing yourself to the tempo
Oops I shot myself in the foot
It hurts but I won't die
The rest of my life will just be compromised
Hopefully a short road left to climb
Cuz I got
One foot on a banana peel
The other gaping wide
Gonna be hard to dig a grave like this
Shit I’m only 25
Speak
Before you think
Act
Like we have forever
Do
Everything you do like your body’s a tool and your mind’s the master
These
Are the things I’ve found
Through
My mistakes I’ve learned
If I fuck up
And still love myself I can start to love you too
Society’s beat
My melody
Riding my life on the harmonies
I’ll stitch my wounds and feel the burn
Of hydrogen peroxide
And carry one more scar that tells the story
Of the long road that I climbed
Cuz I got
One foot on a banana peel
The other on the gas
Wherever I land I’ll make the best of it
Shit I’m only 25
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7. |
Call In The EMP
04:02
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In a world coded so binary
We’re hunched over our lit up screens
Fucking vacant
Barely physical at all
In the digital realm we validate
We cauterize our insecurities
An addiction
Fit for the finest drug
As data grows and nature dies
We’ll lose our sense of reality
Swallowed whole by
The computing machines
So we’ll pull our plugs out from the wall
I’m calling for an EMP
Heard you wanted
A fucking anarchy
As artificial intelligence outsmarts us
We’ll all be fine with
Surviving alone and fornicating robots
It won't be quite like
Terminator or The Matrix
Nothing quite as cool just
Replacing all our windows with a screen
It's not ok with me
Call in the EMP
Set a blue flame to all wires and networks
Kill all the connections
Banish the bandwidth smash all that transmits
Pull the plugs from the wall
Don’t smash the system just disconnect it
Call in the EMP
Don’t smash the system just disconnect it
Don’t smash the system just disconnect it
Call in the EMP we can end it
Don’t smash the system just disconnect it
Call in the EMP we can end it
The abacus went to far and now we’re all fucked
Codependent
And useless without porn and CGI
It won't be quite like
Terminator or The Matrix
Nothing quite as cool just
Replacing all our windows with a screen
Our grandchildren will see the world around us
Like a prison cell where
The internet is authenticity
It won’t be quite like
RPGs or listening to Daft Punk
Nothing futuristic just
People programmed into slavery
It’s not ok with me
Call in the EMP
It’s not ok with me
Call in the EMP
Don’t smash the system just disconnect it
Call in the EMP we can end it
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8. |
So In Goth With You
03:16
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Ooh goth girl
Ooh goth girl
Ooh goth girl ooh
She’s like October
All through the year
Sweater weather is the better weather and
I sweat when she’s near
Like the first cold hit of a Newport
When you’ve quit for a year
I think I’ll need her hoodie
And other assorted
Jack Skellington gear, yeah
I… Am so in goth with you
Yeah I… Am so in goth with you
We don’t have to get married
We don’t have to have kids
We can adopt a shelter pit and name it something like Danzig, baby
Drag me down to hell with you
It will be like
Vacation burn like lovers do
Yeah I said
Drag me down with you
I fucking hate
My Chemical Romance
But if that's what you’re into
Well I
Well I guess I can get down down
If you can deal with Korn too
Like the
First hit out of the bottle
First I shudder, then smile
Just don’t start with some zodiac shit cuz that’s where I draw the line
Yeah I…
Am so in goth with you
Yeah I… Am so in Goth with you
I can supply the 12 rack (glass!)
If you roll up with some crop
We can binge watch ATHF and discuss Deicide’s discog, baby
Drag me down to hell with you
It will be like vacation burn like lovers do
We’ll have a scene revival
Dye our hair bright blue
Yeah I said drag me down to hell with you
Yeah I said drag me down with you
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9. |
Archetypical
03:31
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Satan
Says to seek out pleasure
Serpent
Declares your endeavor
Dark Lord
Claims lifes not forever
Baphomet
Spend time with your lovers
Lucifer
Respect all the others
Beelzebub
Smite the ones who’ve hurt you
We would not have satan without god there to create him
Now we're rising like the heat to come and claim back what was taken
Let us indulge let us gorge in every day that we awaken
Represent all of the sins that make us human, or satan
I’ve made offers in blood but I know these wounds
Are in jest
The morning star peeks through the blinders
Self serving
Undeserving
An archetypical architect
Pillars reshaped from the hinderance
I’ve repressed
Go on eat the apple
It’s juicy and sweet
Pick yourself a basket
To take home and eat
Bring one to school
Or off to your job
Give one to mom
Feed it to your dog
Coat it in carmel
Spreading the word
Tell all the others
It’s not what you’ve heard
My god is myself and Satan is my god
My god is myself and Satan is my god
I’ve made offers in blood but I know these wounds
Are in jest
The morning star peeks through the blinders
My apathys met it’s catalyst
Self serving
Undeserving
An archetypical architect
Pillars reshaped From the hinderance
I’ve repressed
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10. |
Messenger Of Death
02:31
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Messenger of death
Messenger of death
20 runs and 7 beers
A shitty sleeve and inch stretched ears
Zero brakes and zero fucks
Puts his trust in skill and luck
A couple exes in the scene
Appeared in thrasher magazine
Sponsored by an energy drink
His coffee black and his Newports green
Messenger of death
Messenger of death
No cartilage no masters
Hell on two wheels could not be faster
There’s no gods and no dispatchers
With satanic speed, he’ll blow right past ya
Messenger of death
Messenger of death
Not totally vegan yet
Still eats eggs and pussycat
Knee cut jeans and fanny pack
Filled with tags and blunts rolled fat
Rolls in late and cuts early
Still makes 150 daily
Only spends half at the bar
Pisses brown and has no car
Messenger of death
Messenger of death
No cartilage no masters
Hell on two wheels could not be faster
There’s no gods and no dispatchers
With satanic speed, he’ll blow right past ya
A degree in getting plastered
Bike messenger for life, like who fuckin asked ya?
He won’t be one for corporate bastards
No bike no life, mess life forever ya!
MESSENGER OF DEATH!
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11. |
Third Person
01:36
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The way that I look at me
Like a vegan at a plate full of meat
Disgustingly piled so neat
Something that used to be being now steaming with
Defeat and abnormalcy
Deformed to fit someone’s needs
Created to feed the machine
Boned and boneless end
I scratch my back you scratch yours
We’ll close our respective doors
One hand washes the other I’ve got two I’ll be fine
Woah-OhOh-OhOh
The woke will die
Woah-OhOh-OhOh
By suicide
My third eye
Is squinting
Like fuck dude
Do you see this?
It’s like
Woah-OhOh-OhOh-Oh
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12. |
Facticide
05:12
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Nothings the same and nothings changed
As we progress we shift the definition of shame
You can use a scope to place the blame
Shoot it so far away it's never seen again
They fold their hands
Follow commands
With a sense of pride, hypocrisy is amplified
The weight you pull
Will doom your soul
And don't forget it
The scale will come crashing down
You could kill them all
And let god sort it out
Or you could pardon them and let Satan drag you down
Somewhere in your minds purgatory your morals are waging a war
The alternative is superlative
Fuck your conservative
Liberate and just abide
When there’s loss of life, that’s homicide
To deny this motion is facticide
We take what isn't ours to claim
A permanent solution
That causes us no pain
Many hundred million holes in the sand
Cuz if you just look the other way
It happens, over again
So our heads are buried, our bodies exposed
The truth trots among us, penetrating our souls
No it won't just go away
No matter how many times you pray
They fold their hands
Follow commands
With a sense of pride, hypocrisy is amplified
The weight you pull
Will doom your soul
And don't forget it
The scale will come crashing down
You could kill them all
And let god sort it out
Or you could pardon them and let Satan drag you down
Somewhere in your minds purgatory your morals are waging a war
The alternative is superlative
Fuck your conservative
Liberate and just abide
When there’s loss of life, that’s homicide
To deny this motion is facticide
Fuck
Let’s go
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The original Crust Folk
Established 2012 in Chicago, IL
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