1. |
Do Better
04:59
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There's always something I'm not doing
and I never can relax
It's always stuck on my mind, snagged on a line, caught on a rhyme and...
I'm afraid that I'm wasting time
I want to do better than this...
For you
there's always something I forgot to do
I can't explain
it never changes
each frame is stuck on my brain seeing the pain and
it still hurts the same
I want to do better than this
and it's always on my mind
I feel the pressure building all the time
tell me it's fine, tell me a lie, lick my wounds and shield my eyes cause
all I hear inside
I can't do any better than this.
I have to do better than this.
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2. |
Chemicals
03:49
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We hardly know each other
and I think of you too much
I can be obsessive
I always get my hopes up
Chemicals in my head
make hard to be
the person
I want to be
Chemicals in my head
make it hard for me
to see the humanity in me
We don't know each other
We've never touched
your eyes are so inviting
I don't know what you look like
Chemicals in my head
make it hard to be
the person
I want to be
Chemicals in my head
make it hard for me
to see the humanity in me
...
it's hard to see
the humanity in me
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3. |
No Use
02:12
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Who am I sitting to
every Tuesday night
you never let me into
the other side of your life
I wouldn't trust me too
and what would be the use?
I know that I might love you
I want to hold you tight
but I'm always complicating
the best parts of my life
and it would be no use
but I'm telling you the truth
Who am I sitting next to
each time we dodge a fight
we never could own up to
the dark side of our lives
and it would be no use
I never tell the truth
It would be...
who are you sitting next to
no use
each time I dodge a fight
It would be...
I never could own up to
no use
the dark side of my life
It would be...
who are you sitting next to
no use
every Tuesday night
It would be...
I never let you into
no use
the other side of my life
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4. |
Out the Window
02:36
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Out the Window
He was the first in his class to master time travel. A class-clown. Fluorescent glare, wandering eyes, watched five years pass in an afternoon. He often found himself in reply—five years too late, in the wrong company, usually greeted with some confusion. In reply, often too late, a long misplaced warm look of assurance. Late revelation that I was ever even present—and there were some big blue crying eyes stuck in that memory who only knew of the back of his head and his fondness for windows. Or even now, in a crowded bus he is struck with memories from passive years. They are so alien, near, and transformative. The speaker scribbled a note to a woman on the bus who sat just beside him. He wrote “I would love to be your Valentine”. The woman had never met him and did not want to be his valentine. The speaker mastered mental time travel, not to travel to other times in history, but to accelerate the rate of his own life. It worked in concentrated bursts. His life until this moment had been a strange montage of abrupt slippage in meditation; shocked to find he had tripled in size, grew hair, lost hair, lost a mother in a five-year afternoon, lapsed in a nap beside an open grey window on the day of a snow storm—to now in front of the dark window, where the glare from inside has become too bright, the window only reflects— a tired face, and the small snowflakes can hardly be made out. He will turn out the light and watch the snowfall from bed.
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5. |
3 am
03:52
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Got woken up at 3am again
he's always crying for a friend
plus he's always wired
and I'm so fucking tired
I don't bother getting dressed
I just ride the emptiness
Got woken up at 3am again
he's always lying to his friends
they're so sick and tired
and his charm expires
when he's clawing at your dress
he's so fucked up and depressed
Got woken up at 3 a...
3am again
My head is cracked and I feel dead
I'm so fucking tired
I don't bother with the stress
I just ride the emptiness
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6. |
I'm Your Man
04:36
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Let's pretend I have the guts
to grab your hand
Let's pretend that I act
like I'm a grown ass man
Let's pretend I have the guts
to just be your friend
Let's pretend I have the guts to be
your man
Let's pretend I don't exist
then I can hold your hand
We can pretend that I'm yours
your imaginary friend
Let's pretend I don't exist
cause damn, I don't
Let's pretend that we're not sinking
in the last lifeboat
Let's pretend that I'm your man
Let's pretend that we are more than friends
Let's pretend that we got something baby
we might never understand
Let's pretend we got the whole thing wrong
and we can just start again
Let's pretend that I'm your man
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7. |
Kiss My Ass
03:33
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I hear you talk about me
some things you say might be true
but you neglect to mention
some of the things that you do
You can kiss my ass
you're playing hard and fast
and the things you say won't last
you can kiss my ass
I never tried to be your master
where are these chains that you say I have?
I can't remember all the laughter
It's clouded by your plans
You can kiss my ass
you're playing loose and fast
and your lies never last
you can kiss my ass
Mwah. Mwah, Mwah, Mama
You can kiss my ass
you're playing hard and fast
and your lies never last
you can kiss my ass
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Slyder P Paramus, New Jersey
Slyder P was a popular singer songwriter in the 1970s and front man of the famous punk fusion group, tyrannosaurussex. he is known mostly for his fuck-you-attitude and for being kicked out of every band he tries to form.
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