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Broke Song
03:17
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I’ve quit complaining about my accounts
My dollars and cents don’t make sense
The amount that I have is much less than I thought
I’d be making at twenty-three
If I’m being honest, I guess I could work a little more
But it’s so boring pouring all of my time
Into paperwork and emails
That a human might not even see
I’d like to think that
I’m still young and I’ve got time to choose
But I’m running low on Ramen
And I’ve got no time to lose
Yesterday
I was sitting pretty with my dollhouse
Looking for some kids to play
Now I’m in the city on my broke ass
Waiting for a call, or a sign
If you want to thrive you’ve got to toe the line
Or you’re gonna be poor
My motivation is fleeting again
I furrow my brows as I browse
The same ten jobs I’ve seen
On every site I search on my screen
If my pen could take on a sword
I wouldn’t be so bored - Excalibur could write my cover letter
And maybe then my quest for purpose would end up better
And set me up to be a go-getter
I’d like to think that
I create my own reality
But the lack of emails back
Is killing the morale in me
Yesterday
I was sitting pretty on my swing-set
Looking for some kids to play
Now I’m in the city on my broke ass
Waiting for a call, or a sign
If you want to thrive you’ve got to toe the line
Or you’re gonna be poor
Got an interview
But I want to die
‘Cause other candidates in question are more qualified
Thought I had it but
I never got a call back
Another fallback, another grey sky
I’m running in place
An occupational race to chase something
I could be proud to call mine
Yesterday
I was sitting pretty with my dollhouse
Looking for some kids to play
Now I’m in the city on my broke ass
Waiting for a call, or a sign
If you want to thrive you’ve got to toe the line
Or you’re gonna be…
Yesterday
I was sitting pretty on my swing-set
Looking for some kids to play
Now I’m in the city on my broke ass
Waiting for a call, or a sign
If you want to thrive you’ve got to toe the line
Or you’re gonna be poor
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2. |
Satisfied
04:40
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Do you ever think about dying
Ever wonder how long you've got
Do you worry that each decision you are making
Effects the ticking of the clock
Do you ever think about purpose
Ever wonder why you're still here
Do you reckon that each second you spend asleep
Adds up to many a wasted year
Haven't seen you in a minute
How've you been, it's been a while
My god, you used to make me smile so wide
But then you vanished like a phantom in the night
My god, you look so
Satisfied
I wonder what that's like
To be convinced that
Everything you do or say
Has meaning in the coming day
That there is nothing that you need to hide
I'm just not satisfied
Close my eyes and picture a future
One where I have total control
Where I can balance my talents and my ambitions
With my lack of drive toward a goal
Do you ever think about living
I mean truly living, letting yourself go
Feeling like shouting and bossing the world around
So it'll teach you new ways to grow
I remember when you threw me
Things that scared me half to death
My god, you made me lose my breath
And then you left, taking with you all my confidence and pride
My god, you look so
Satisfied
I wonder what that's like
To be convinced that
Everything you do or say
Has meaning in the coming day
That there is nothing that you need to hide
I’m just going through the motions (8x)
And now you're making her a Mrs.
What you swore you'd never do
My god, what's gotten into you
But if it's true
That when she asked you if you loved me still, you lied
My god, would I feel
Satisfied
I wonder what that's like
To make believe that
Everything you do or say
Has meaning in the coming day
That there is nothing that you need to hide
I'm just not satisfied
I hope you're satisfied
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3. |
Heart
03:12
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I found this heart on the ground
And I think it belongs to you
It’s not mine but it has
Your name carved into it, too
And it’s telling me that she
Is still so deep in love
And since you
She can’t get a good grip of
Her heart
Her heart
Along the path there is
A heart of alcohol
It’s been yelling out your name
Says that you were her downfall
But the bottle’s empty now
And so’s a space inside
And since you
She has only tried to find
Her heart
Her heart
I’ve been looking for my heart
But it’s sitting in your hand
And it’s only slightly bruised
But I think I understand
That if things don’t turn out right
Or it’s more than I can take
Being with out you
Would completely break
My heart
My heart
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4. |
Come For Free
04:01
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I want to rob you just to know what it would feel like
I want to burn up every penny to your name
I want to rip you apart and reach inside
And spin your guts to gold
I want to bathe in your deep pockets
Until the water turns cold
How am I supposed to believe you would be the savior
When I can’t just justify your mean-streak to an end
You want to play the victim, well be my guest
You devil’s advocate
Go ahead and fork your tongue
I’d get more pleasure out of it
You don’t mean much to me
My love doesn’t come for free
So if I spend time on you
You gotta spend a little too
If you ain’t touching me
There’s somewhere I’d rather be
So if I give it up to you
You gotta give a little too
I cannot be the first to notice your predicament
I cannot be the first who’s given you a choice
You could erase me from your story
If you’d like to take a stand
But when you know what I know now
I’ll have you eating from my hand
You don’t mean much to me
My love doesn’t come for free
So if I spend time on you
You gotta spend a little too
If you ain’t touching me
There’s somewhere I’d rather be
So if I give it up to you
You gotta give a little
Ooh you’re a fantasy
Ooh you’re the golden boy
Ooh if they only knew
I want to break you into pieces so that I can know you best
Until there’s no pretense left for me to destroy
You don’t mean much to me
My love doesn’t come for free
So if I spend time on you
You gotta spend a little too
If you ain’t touching me
There’s somewhere I’d rather be
So if I give it up to you
You gotta give a little too
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5. |
Do I Matter
04:12
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If I was mute would you still listen to me
If I was deaf would you still sing for me
La da dai…
If I was blind would you still smile at me
If I couldn’t walk would you still dance with me
La da dai…
You walk so tall
And I don’t own a ladder
You have it all
And I wonder do I matter to you
If you could fly where would you lift and take me
Just you and I, just air beneath our feet
La da dai…
If walls could talk what would they say about me
If I were you I’d leave in a heartbeat
La da dai…
You walk so tall
And I don’t own a ladder
You have it all
And I wonder do I matter
I wonder do I matter to you
Break down my walls
My mind is scattered
And when you call
I should feel flattered
But when I fall
I break and shatter
You have it all
But do I matter to you
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6. |
Space Slug
02:15
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The things I could do
If I went into space
I could sail through the stars
I could discover a brand new alien race
They’d say “we don’t normally do this”
But we’re just so impressed with your mucus
You can hang if you want with us E.T. Cool Kids
That’s something I would like to do
The things I could do
If I went into space
I’d make a beeline for Mars
And find the rover with the camera face
Though we thought he was dead, gone, and faded
My slime would help him be reanimated
‘Cause what I’ve got inside should be celebrated
That’s something I would like…
I know I’m just a simple gastropod
One pinch of salt and I could meet my god
They think my dream to reach the stars is odd
But I’ll prove those other mollusks wrong
To all the snails who liked to tease and yell
Because I didn’t have a fancy shell
You dumb conchifera can go to hell
When I’ve got my helmet on
The things I could do
If I went into space
I’d be the hero of my patch of grass
And I’d finally find my place
The galaxy’s ripe for exploring
Soon the esgargotoire will be adoring
And I’ll feel so free flying high and soaring
That’s something I would like to do
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