How's Everybody's Doings?

by The Albert Square

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released 01 June 2013

Recorded by The Albert Square with the help of Summer Vacation. They're really nice.

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Track Name: Distance From The Creeps You Know
obsessive
compulsion hurts and you make mistakes when it's 1AM
and bird-dog
from a dining car and i'll follow you and you'll never know

Roll beads from a necklace that you once owned through my hand through my hand through my hand
through my mind
no my mind is made up and i'm through with you
but hey where are you going!?

The distance from the creeps you know would be good when they say
"Your clothes they don't smell like you anymore."
No, no no no.
Track Name: (Proud) Parents
My mom is proud of what i've done and i'm proud of what i've done too
today i came out of my room but i came out of my room too soon.

Drunk driving to your parents' house
pick fights with your paperboy
early to rise but late to sleep
i should have stayed in bed today

Uncouth losers in a kissing booth drowning in their lethargy
apathy croons but these gun toting loons aren't sleeping in late today

Drunk driving to your parents' house
pick fights with your paperboy
early to rise but late to sleep
i should have stayed in bed today

My mom is proud of what i've done and i'm proud of what i've done too
today i came out of my room but i came out of my room too soon.
Track Name: Get Erased.
I'm weak
i can't get to sleep
because i sweat through my sheets

i speak
don't bleed honesty
when it's razor sharp and i start to believe in me

diseased
i'm down on my knees
but forgiveness is bland and i'll do it again

these days are in a technicolor haze
disgrace flowing like a dancer's legs
and i get erased.
Track Name: Disease Without A Cure
i can stop and smell the roses but it's tragic in my mind
that we'll wilt and decompose and only end up in the ground
but that's the price that we pay for the stimulus these days

because in my mind i was born a disease without a cure
and i find that in my mind i can be so insecure
but it's the price that we pay we're the carrion of days these days

and i have lived a pious life
devout my tendencies
and the rapture i believe
as we wait ascendency
what a joke he has played he's the devil can't you see?
what a joke he has played he's the devil can't you see?