1. |
Untitled
04:08
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“Untitled”
By J. J. M. Nowell
(Intro by Mike Watt)
“If you’re lucky to have a choice,
if you’re lucky to have a say,
and if you’re strong enough to think clearly,
rise if you would.”
Lifting me up.
Since I was small.
Placing me
Upon this throne.
Forcing me.
Won’t let me grow.
Carrying me,
I don’t wanna go, no I don’t wanna go.
Rise if you would.
For that is our curse.
But know that I’m
Within this bind.
Just like you.
Cursing all
These forsaken souls.
Just like you.
This spot marks our grave.
You may rest here though.
Sit still and witness
The world fall so slow.
Ash begins to pile.
Like mountains of snow.
The fire fades yet still I don’t,
I don’t wanna go, no I don’t wanna go.
Rise if you would.
For that is our curse.
But know that I’m
Within this bind.
Just like you.
Cursing all
These forsaken souls.
Just like you.
Cursing all
These forsaken souls.
Just like you.
Within this bind,
Broken and blind.
Just like you.
I’d die instead
But I’m still undead.
Just like you.
Home is a throne
I won’t go,
Just like you.
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2. |
Kaizoku
03:27
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“Kaizoku”
By J. J. M. Nowell
Sometimes at night when I’m asleep
A peculiar feeling possesses me.
Drenched in simple fantasy
My skin wants to be free.
Straight out of Impel Down
And far within the Grand Line,
Beyond something can be found.
Something I hope to find.
Like a kaizoku
Sailing free on the ocean blue.
Free my skin like a kaizoku.
Alive there with my ship and crew.
I’ve craved
For so many miles
To be like a privateer.
So much so that I’d smile
And taste the salt in my tears.
Like a kaizoku.
Alive there with my ship and crew.
Free my skin like a kaizoku.
On the North, South, East, West and All Blue.
I’ve craved.
Like a kaizoku.
Like a kaizoku.
Like a kaizoku.
Like a kaizoku.
Skin, stretch like rubber
To the New World’s land.
I’ll reach Raftel
Or die upon its sand.
Rivers rush into streams.
Streams trickle down to lakes.
Lakes funnel out to seas.
The seas all lead straight to me.
A kaizoku.
North, South, East, West and All Blue.
I’ve craved.
Like a kaizoku.
Shout out: “I’ll be king of the pirates”!
The Kaizoku-o!
The Kaizoku-o!
The Kaizoku-o!
Like a kaizoku.
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3. |
Doses of Psychosis
02:51
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“Doses of Psychosis”
By J. J. M. Nowell
(1, 2, 3, 4.)
Good girls don’t exist.
Would they if they did,
Lurk like melanoma
Creeping through your skin?
Good guys don’t exist.
Would they if they tried,
To live a life of solace
Someday before the died?
Now hit it.
I feel you creepin on me again.
I can feel you creepin on me.
Can you get much better?
Get much better?
I do, I do, I do,
I do.
Doses of psychosis.
Amphetamines and lead.
Monsters creepin softly
Underneath my bed.
I was weepin sweetly
After what you said.
You said that you wanted me
But he was there instead.
Now hit it.
I feel you creepin on me again.
I can feel you creepin on me.
Can you get much better?
Get much better?
I do, I do,
I do.
I do, I do.
I do, I do.
Good girls don’t exist.
Would they if they did,
Lurk like melanoma
Creeping through your skin?
Good guys don’t exist.
I know that I try
To live a life of solace
Someday before I die.
Now hit it.
I feel you creepin on me again.
I can feel you creepin on me.
Can you get much better?
Get much better?
I do, I do, I do,
I do.
I do,
I do.
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4. |
Control
03:58
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“Control”
By J. J. M. Nowell
I think I feel discomfort in my skin.
I know the sensation when it lurks within.
There’s not a damn thing that I can do.
I can’t try to explain a thing to you.
Life gets you high you get so high,
Then you come down honey, do you think you understand?
This process is never slow.
I just want you to know.
You must know that you are
Out of control.
The things that you say to me,
Out of control.
Your behavior last night,
Out of control.
The fact that you think it’s all right,
It’s out of control.
Far away in a camp tucked by a lake,
Thieves prowl in the dark for our things to take.
Inhuman things seem so clever.
We could never hold on to our treasure.
Fill you up, they’ll fill you up
Just to puncture you and watch you implode.
This process is never slow.
I just want you to know.
You must know that you are
Out of control.
The things that you say to me,
Out of control.
Your behavior last night,
Out of control.
The fact that you think it’s all right,
It’s out of control.
I can’t try to explain a thing to you.
You won’t listen to reason at all.
I need you just to understand.
I made you. I’ll kill you.
Just like lover lovers do
Like lovers do
I could never do
Just what lovers do
Like lover lovers do
Like lovers do
I could never do
Just what lovers do
Like lover lovers do
Like lovers do
I could never do
Just what lovers do
Like lover lovers do
I could never do
What lovers do.
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5. |
Pastora
04:06
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“Pastora”
By J. J. M. Nowell
Please be a little
More reasonable
More reasonable
More reasonable
I can be a little
More reasonable
More reasonable
Reasonable!
Lately I’m so subsumed.
Does everybody know
Our kingdom’s damned and doomed?
Is everybody waiting
For a good goddess to guide us?
Everybody hopes
That She won’t, She won’t, She won’t
She won’t,
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone
And She won’t…
Please be a little
More reasonable
More reasonable
More reasonable
I can be a little
More reasonable
More reasonable
Reasonable!
Effortlessly floating here I am.
I’m on my knees to you my goddess
And your/you’re a thousand invisible hands
Offer me embrace.
But will your chaos then erase?
My bodily form.
Well I hope She won’t, She won’t
She won’t,
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone
And She won’t…
All my life I’ve waited
A long labor
Los Ojos de la Pastora
Avenues of
Giants before us
Witness my body change!
Sediments underneath me corrode.
Filaments unravel in my bones.
Ligaments I once own
ed now are sold.
Taken them to you.
Your chaos will transmute
All,
All I am and all I know
Well I know She won’t, She won’t
She won’t,
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone
And She won’t
Leave us alone.
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6. |
Cold
02:57
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“Cold”
By J. J. M. Nowell
There’s something that I’d like to know,
Do you really like me baby?
You touch my face and it feels cold,
Do you really like the way that
I might laugh ha ha ha
and I might sing la la la?
But I am cold all of the way to
L.A to San Diego.
Forefront in your mind,
How I’m distant all the time.
Believe me though.
Oh goddamn I’m cold.
So damn cold.
All the icicles won’t leave me alone.
I’m cold.
So damn cold.
I am a cold bastard like I was Jon Snow.
Cold.
So damn cold.
I’m the Lich King sitting on a frozen throne.
And colder.
Mechanical.
I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone cold,
I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone.
Cold, cold, cold
I’ve Gone
Cold, cold, cold
You say you really like me,
But do you really know what you like baby?
Do you
Fear what the truth might be?
Do you really know what you want baby,
Do you?
You say goddamn I’m cold.
I’ll leave you all alone
Just a bleeding soul.
And worst of all,
It’s something I know.
Believe me though.
Oh goddamn I’m cold.
So damn cold.
All the icicles won’t leave me alone.
I’m cold.
So damn cold.
I am a cold bastard like I was Jon Snow.
Cold.
So damn cold.
I’m the Lich King sitting on a frozen throne.
And colder.
Mechanical.
I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone cold,
I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone.
Cold.
So damn cold.
All the icicles won’t leave me alone.
No,
when I’m so damn cold
I am a cold bastard like I was Jon Snow.
Cold.
So damn cold.
I’m the Lich King sitting on a frozen throne.
And colder.
Mechanical.
I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone cold,
I’ve gone cold, I’ve gone cold,
It’s just a thing I know
I’m cold, I’m cold
Cold.
Oh goddamn I’m cold.
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7. |
Blinking
04:04
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“Blinking”
By J. J. M. Nowell
They never seem to do it
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
They never seem to do it
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my,
I met them
They’re friendly
They leave
With envy
The me that
They’re after
Is hidden
Behind laugher
Have you ever told a lie?
Is it ever hard for you to cry?
Do you ever know the reasons why?
Do these things seem so hard to describe?
They never seem to do it
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
They never seem to do it
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my
They met me
I’m polite
They thought that I seemed alright.
Now they know me and they hate me.
They say I’m different lately.
Well I like to tell lies.
These days it’s hard for me to cry.
I’ll never know the reasons why.
These things seem so hard to describe.
Sitting red faced,
Barely thinking,
In disbelief,
Slowly blinking.
Fists furious,
Face bright red,
Blinking outside
Of my head.
They never seem to do it
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my head
Like they do in my
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8. |
Autumn Light
07:10
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“Autumn Light”
By J. J. M. Nowell
Smoke in my lungs,
Liquid in my brain,
Like autumn light,
Seems to decay.
Bones slip and slide,
Limbs adrift in sway,
Like autumn light,
Seems to decay.
Back to carry
So much more than very
So unnecessary
Go back!
Back to lay low
Slowly on my home
Back to San Diego
Back!
Go back.
Cars crash and collide,
Burn out on the freeway,
Like autumn light,
Seems to decay.
Birds die in flight,
Wings plucked and flayed,
Like autumn light,
Seems to decay.
Back to carry
So much more than very
So unnecessary
Go back!
Back to lay low
Slowly on my home
Back to San Diego
Back!
A family stands there
Riddled with their cancer.
Really can I care?
Can I?
My family in the water.
The water in my blood.
The blood within my body.
My body in the mud.
Go back now!
Her blackened blood,
Infests my veins,
Like autumn light,
Seems to decay.
He was up four days.
He hit my face.
Like autumn light.
Seems to decay,
No!
Back to burry
So much more than very
So unnecessary
Go back!
Back to lay low
Slowly on my home
Back to San Diego
Back!
My family stands there
Riddled with their cancer
Really can I care?
Can I?
My family in the water.
The water in my blood.
The blood within my body.
My body in the mud.
On an autumn’s day
On an autumn’s day
I hope that everything’s okay
I hope that everything’s okay
When I go back.
Back to burry
So much more than very
So unnecessary
Go back!
Back to lay low
Slowly on my home
Back to San Diego
Back!
My family stands there
Riddled with their cancer
Really can I care?
Can?!
On my way home
Slowly on my way home
Back to San Diego
Back.
Go back.
Go back.
Go back!
Family. Water.
Water. Blood.
Blood. Body.
This body’s not enough
On an autumn’s day
On an autumn’s day
I hope that everything’s okay
I hope that everything’s okay
When I go back.
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9. |
124
01:10
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Instrumental
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10. |
Pause
07:52
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“Pause”
By J. J. M. Nowell
In my head
I’ve said the same things again and again.
You must wait,
Would you cry, would you scream, would you yell, would you shout, would you break?
I would.
The sand was sitting still.
And never asked for more.
I stayed standing there.
Left waiting upon the shore.
And of all the things
I used to do,
I stopped even though
I knew, I knew, I knew.
Stop and start.
Crave this art.
But my wait is back and I hate that.
Would you weep? Would creep? Would leave? Would you cease?
I would, I would,
I would.
Trapped inside.
The wait of time.
But my wait is back and I hate that.
Would you stay? Would you lay? Would you crave?
I would, I would,
I would.
All these dreams
Have no ends to their means.
You must wait,
Would you plead? Would you ask? Would you wish? Would you beg? Would you pray?
I would.
The strand was sitting still.
And never asked for.
I stayed standing there.
Left waiting upon the shore.
And of all the things
I used to do,
I stopped even though
I knew, I knew, I knew.
Stop and start.
Crave this art.
But my wait is back and I hate that.
Would you weep? Would creep? Would leave? Would you cease?
I would, I would,
I would.
Trapped inside.
The wait of time.
But my wait is back and I hate that.
Would you stay? Would you lay? Would you crave?
I would, I would,
I would.
And in time
I’ll pause for what is mine.
I must wait.
For scattered thoughts and wants to coalesce and condensate.
I wish they would.
The sun was sitting still.
And never asked for more.
I stayed standing there.
Left waiting upon the shore.
And of all the things
I used to do,
I stopped even though
I knew, I knew, I knew.
Stop and start.
Crave this art.
But my wait is back and I hate that.
Would you weep? Would creep? Would leave? Would you cease?
I would, I would,
I would.
Trapped inside.
The wait of time.
But my wait is back and I hate that.
Would you stay? Would you lay? Would you create?
I would, I would,
I wish I would.
I know I talk too much.
I know I talk too much.
I’ll just talk to myself.
Because I talk too much.
I know I talk too much.
I know I talk too much.
I’ll just talk to myself.
Because I talk too much.
I talk too much.
I talk too much.
I’ll just talk to myself.
Because I talk too much.
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11. |
Aidan's Song
03:48
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“Aidan’s Song (Tentacles)”
By J. J. M. Nowell
She’s finding not a lot to say.
She’s got tentacles in her brain
Beginning to show
No signs of letting go
Of her soft insides.
Tentacles deep
They writhe, infest and grow
Alone with tentacles, tentacles!
In her brain, In her brain,
In her brain.
Her brain!
She’s got a lot to set aside
To the tentacles deep inside
Making demands because
They’re contorting who she was
Within her brain
When she was young pretty and sane.
Now sick and old
Alone with tentacles, tentacles!
Inside, deep inside,
Deep inside.
Inside!
Watch them wiggle, weave and whip,
Doing strange things at their tips.
Eager tendrils infiltrate
Tender minds to impregnate.
Wicked wings, eldritch smiles,
Corrupting modern female guile.
Antediluvian eyes
Watch your life like
Hentai!
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12. |
Logun's Run
04:22
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“Logun’s Run (Lying)”
By J. J. M. Nowell
I hear everything you say.
Now you make this fatal mistake.
Thought I wouldn’t notice it apparently
But I caught you, caught you,
Lying.
Lying like your bad attitude.
I could sympathize cus I know what you’re going through.
But I can’t cosign you not this time you know I’ve tried to,
Lying.
Lying is a bad habit.
No you’ve done something I won’t forget.
Because you come to me and smile sweet
Through perfect teeth,
Lying.
To me and all your friends
And all these nice people
And everyone you know,
Lying.
To me and all your friends
And all these nice people
And everyone you know,
Lying.
You’ve got this attitude.
Something I’d never do.
But still you never knew.
When I was lying to you.
You see it on my face,
I’m so expressionless.
But it pains me just to think
Of all of the times I caught you lying to me.
Have you figured out?
Every word that slithers out my mouth.
Shadows of a reasonable doubt.
I am always
Lying.
I’ll stack my stories so tall.
Sweet barriers please don’t fall.
Could all my walls be my downfall
With a lie so small?
Lying.
Lying is my bad habit.
Now I’ve done something you won’t forget.
Don’t trust what I say, no not anything,
I’m bold faced
Lying.
To you and all my friends
And all these nice people
And everyone I know,
Lying.
To you and all my friends
And all these nice people
And everyone I know,
Lying.
You’ve got this attitude
Something I’d never do
Still you never knew
When I was lying to you.
You see it on my face
I’m so expressionless
But it pains me just to think
Of all of the times I caught you lying to me.
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13. |
The Doom
04:07
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“The Doom”
By J. J. M. Nowell
No land
No law
No love
Foresaw
The Doom
Was Blooming
The fires below the earth
We moving
Feel the earth break beneath your feet
See the towers melt into the street
Fire bursts in plumes and cracks the floor
The city's walls stand here no more
Lava hotter than the dragons skin
Erases years of holy decadence
Palls of smog blacken the air it clogs
Witness the doom of Valyria
No whore
No wife
No lord
Survived
The doom’s
Own hand
Had consumed
The land
Feel the earth break beneath your feet
See the towers melt into the street
Fire bursts in plumes and cracks the floor
The city's walls stand here no more
Give your body to unearthly warmth
Fire marks the fall dragon lords
Nature's wrath shall overtake us all
Witness the doom of Valyria
I’m sitting in a ship
With my family around
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria
The gods watching above
The demons leer below
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria
Never thought it’d go
My hollowed hearth and home
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria
Witnessing the doom
Of Valyria.
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