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new student
you can meet the star pupil
you can go to his house
and he can give you a splinter
on your way
to the bus stop in the rain
he might offer you his jacket
he might give you some money
everyday used to eat lunch by himself
but now you're here and everything's different
everyday it was lead roles in the play
there was no audience but now you're here
new student
you're not so new
everyone here's got
a target on their back now
new student
i would never leave his side
i'd break my branches
if i was you
new student
i seen your star boy
walls in the girl's room stall:
"would anyone like a splinter?"
new student
i'd cut your leaves off soon
it's almost fall
and i've got no stomach for this
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2. |
anemia (bad dream)
03:58
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you know us louisville boys’
got eyes like the heads of nails
you know us louisville boys’
got eyes like the heads of nails
but i promise we won’t bite
until you say goodnight
anemia
answer me
(reversed)
there’s blood in the water
and i’m gasping for air
wake up in my bed and
look through the narrow blinds
anemia
answer me
(reversed)
there’s nothing outside
but the vacuum of space
i’m still dreaming
take me far, far away from this place
anemia
answer me
(reversed)
take me with you
i cry out to no one
my window is thick
and i’ve got no ledge to pull up
anemia
answer me
(reversed)
trapped in my dark room
with my hopes
i’m playing
a dangerous game again
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3. |
small room
05:26
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if you are listening to this
thi-is
i guess that mean's something
something's wrong
in the pit of my stomach i feel the familiar sense
that i'm not supposed to be here
my last requests ring out like gunshots only
moments before i know they can crash the walls in
there must've been a mix up a switch up at birth
surely she was not to blame for the unborn worthless
i still remain alive under silence on the other side
my short and longs divide as the walls split my love from the sided
(this is a recording
it just hit 2:09 am
i am in my room
and)
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i tasted love on your lips
and it burned like campfires in the dark
and it burned bright
like campfires in the dark
i never wanted to wake up
i could see the light through my eyelids
pretending that i was still asleep
you left me alone
i was lost for a moment in your eyes
when i opened mine
close to me i’ll keep you here
close to me by the campfire light
i saw you
dancin’
and it burned bright
(we all burned bright that night)
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5. |
monologue a
03:25
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i walked in and just felt like everybody's eyes were on me
i kept hearing people say
why does he look like that
what's this guy's problem
look at him
but it's all in my head
that's what this thing does to you
it makes you afraid of the world
it keeps you second guessing around every corner
you can take all the medicine you can get to suppress it
but it's still there
watching everything you do and say
and as soon as that fix wears off
it'll be back
so you hide
you lock yourself away in your safe place
you don't go out and ultimately
you don't learn
and i think that's what does the most damage
because in the end the only thing you learn is how to be alone
so here i am
the new kid
the person no one talks to
the person who doesn't talk to anyone
people take one glance at me and think they have me all figured out
but i like to think i have a lot more to offer than that
so i'll be here in the back if you ever have time to chat
because being the new kid
it fuckin' sucks
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6. |
next splinter
06:33
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(instrumental)
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(doris day's rendition of 'dream a little dream of me' plays as someone gets very drunk and attempts to sing along)
the other night
i had a dream about a former friend of mine
who recently moved to north carolina
um
before he moved we were still sorta friends
but then he moved
and he never told me he moved
and in the dream
uh
he was about to move
but then he told me he was gonna move
and then i saw him
i went over to his house
and he said um
he told me i'm a fucking asshole and slapped me
and then i left really angered by that
and then i went to mcdonalds with some friends right after because i was really pissed off
and then their eyes started to look really, really odd
i don't know how to describe it but
and they started to look almost like completely different people
and i was really really freaked out so i left mcdonalds
and in the parking lot
it just
it was night time
and there was some figure
about 9
10 feet tall
and it um grabbed me by the arms
and then
was yelling something
but i don't know what it was yelling
but it was rambling about
me
i guess
though i don't remember anything of what it said
and then it grabbed me by the arms again
and then it electrocuted me
and then i died
in my dream
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getting out of this town's like drawing blood from a scar
no matter which way you hold the needle
you never really know how far in you are
getting out of this town's like drawing blood from an old scar
3 a.m. on weekdays we ride through the city
with hissing silence on the tape deck
knowing everything around us is either sleeping or
passed out; drunk and catholic
and like the generation before us
we wear clothes that might piss off our single parent
all my jack ass friends in the car hold this stupid idea
that they're some how "different"
when they're smoking a pack and telling the rest of the crew
they're gonna get away real real far
i tell ya
gettin' out of this town is like drawing blood from an old scar
gettin' out of this town is like
scraping the glue out of elizabeth's veins
by the time the cops got there
they were too late to save eddy's girlfriends brains
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9. |
blank_track (sleep)
00:17
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(instrumental)
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10. |
monologue b
02:09
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moving into a new home is strange
it's challenging yet rewarding
starting that new life for yourself is the best feeling in the world
you get to set up your new home however you want it and make it truly yours
you'll end up moving things around though
probably a lot
the smells are the biggest thing
that first time walking in your home
that smell stays with you forever
you walk through that door everyday
and at some point it just gets away from you
you forget what this place meant to you when you first moved in
you forget the goals you had for yourself
you'll have good times and awful times in this place
but neither of them mean nothing because
the moment you pack everything up and you see
your old life in front of your eyes
every memory comes back
all the stupid things you did
all the love you shared
all the arguments you had
you see it all and wonder why any of it happened in the first place
it's very emotional
you break down
you get that feeling you had when you first moved in
and you wish you still felt that way
and sometimes you do but
then you move on
whether it's back to your old life or
to a new life
you keep going but
you'll always remember how much a certain place meant to you
your home
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11. |
empty_space
05:50
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i lay on the floor with you
because i already know we're in hell
and i feel close to you
filling up empty space
and replacing a digital face
i'm stuck to the ground under you
[on the playground
he stepped on me
and my heart
and he pushed me down
off the slide
and he stepped on my heart]
you make all the scary times feel nice
i wouldn't wanna feel this way about anyone else
in any other city
with any less empty space
to put my stupid name
where no one cares
[it was all a big joke
and it was all just some funny way
for me to say uh
i liked you and
i like hanging out with you
a lot
thanks]
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cigarette behind your ear
guitar pick in your teeth
the wind in your hair
you're crawling up to the other side
you think no one knows what it's like being alive
y'know you're right about somethings
other times you just lie
but everyone lies
they're all crawling up to the other side
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