1. |
Failing
01:46
|
|||
|
Failing
Kicked out the palace and banned forever
The king wouldn’t laugh at my jokes
Thrown out the office as an employee
Who couldn’t trade a single good in a week
I been working on
I been working on failing
To do it right
I been working on
I been planning on failing
To not mess up
I missed the puck on the blue line
And now the others score
5 days of 23 to go
And I’m sick in the back of the van (as always)
I been working on
I been working on failing
To do it right
I been working on
I been planning on failing
To not mess up
|
||||
2. |
Curious
03:28
|
|||
|
Curious
I’ve been trying to find anything good in this
Way that we performed
Our current state on different stages
No harmony in the sounds
And it has been pretty long ago since
I heard a singing voice
And I just can’t keep yelling myself through
Time keeps on pulling on all of us not only you
I see it with different eyes
Every time you walk out on me and turn around
Smiling with your new found friends
I excuse my curiosity
So this is a future destiny well I participate!
We’ll take a chance on any passing train
That stops for us eventually
I’ve been trying to see all the good in
The way that we split up
Can I question our responsibilities?
Where is it going from here, are you coming with me?
I see you with different eyes
Every time you walk out on me and turn around
Smiling with your new found friends
I excuse my curiosity
|
||||
3. |
Lucky Kid
03:40
|
|||
|
Lucky Kid
I can get no sleep tonight
Ruins glooming in this grey morning light
All I want is peace from this bad dream
My head pounds like a bell
My veins run dust right through my cells
I must have been drinking all night
Over seven days alike
I cannot lie to myself, I want it back
I wanna be the lucky kid I was again
I cannot fake someone else, I want my share
I wanna be your skinny girl
I don’t want this any more
I can’t stay inside these walls no more
Come on and bomb me out the house onto the road
I can’t spare a single cent
The ashtray is our monument
We must have been smoking all night
Over seven days alike
I cannot lie to myself, I want it back
I wanna be the silly kid I was again
I cannot fake someone else, I want my share
I wanna be among others
I wanna see what there is to see
I wanna smile like I used to
I wanna listen to what they sing
I’m on my way to recover (I’ll be a lucky kid again)
I’m trying to forget all that I know
About this life and its sorrows
It’s more than bad luck all the time
Over seven years alike
|
||||
4. |
Jealousy
03:41
|
|||
|
Jealousy
I wish I were healthy and home
But I’m not; I’m on the road with places to go
And its alright, it’s another night
So there’s no need to complain
In and out it always ends the same
So why worry, it won’t kill us it makes strong
But who gave her the flowers that she said she bought
And what goes on when I’m lost somewhere abroad
At night I call her on the phone
And I’m having a hard time thinking she’s not alone
And I remember how we needed a lot more time together
A FEELING YOU CAN’T KEEP INTACT
It’s jealousy instead
AND YOU HADN’T EXPECTED a pain LIKE THAT
Nothing ever falls in line
YOU WORRY ALL THE TIME
I don’t want you to suffer for any undone crimes.
Oh no!
What’s going on?
Why are you alone?!
A FEELING YOU TEND TO FORGET
jealousy for a fact
YOU HADN’T EXPECTED to react LIKE THAT
Surely we’re one of a kind
SO WEARY ALL THE TIME
And now we will suffer an undone crime
Nothing ever falls in line
We worry all the time!
I DON’T WANT US TO SUFFER FOR SOMETHING UNDONE
|
||||
5. |
Insincerely Yours
03:49
|
|||
|
INSINCERELY YOURS
I have a friend; A friend I don’t like but we like to pretend; We never go out; We wouldn’t want to spend one weekend around; It’s hard to explain; How we always get together again; It’s more than a fact
We are wearing fake smiles like we’re brilliant actors
By the time now I should tell you that
I no longer wanna manage my one life like that
We’re getting older and the longer we pretend
To be just fine it gets harder –
Day after day; To realize the twisted state we’re in;
And wish it away; All the made up romances we share;
It’s always the same; They admire this genuine game;
They can’t see in; And recognize the false-faces we’re wearing;
By the time now I should tell you that
I no longer feel like managing my life like that
Sick and tired of the liars and the creditors
Repeating every chorus
Singing along hail-lelujah where’s the encore
IT’S TIME THAT WE BOTH SAID ENOUGH NOW
SO CUT THE CABLES TO THE SOURCE
THE POWER IS OUT AND AWAY NOW
THIS LAST CHORD BLEW OUT THE FUSE
THIS SHIP LONG SANK TO THE GROUND
AND I WONT HELP DIVE IT OUT
THIS THING YOU SELL AINT REAL
SO STOP BEING SO INSINCERE
Nows the time to understand the fact
It is not that I don’t care it’s the ideals I lack
It’s not all wrong but I don’t feel like getting anywhere when everybody’s claiming their right not to have to deal with anything here
ITS TIME THEY ALL BEEN TOLD ENOUGH NOW
SO CLEAR THE STAGES FOR THE CLONES
THE MESSAGE ON THE TOILET WALLS NOW
FOR YOU TO MAKE OUT FOR YOUR OWN
AND DANCE ALL NIGHT WITH THE CLOWNS
TO THE OLD FRIENDLY SOUND AND DON’T THINK
OF ME AGAIN I WONT BE STAYING AROUND
|
||||
6. |
Drownhill
05:08
|
|||
|
Drownhill
I’ll put - up with anything - that comes my way now
I’m here – four of us are in - we’re going out
Take some of these they are gonna keep me up all night
Take some of those they’re gonna get me down in time
The drugs only make the rock roll faster downhill
I’m logged to the discharge and close to drowning
I couldn’t care tonight
I am not alright
I’m a shame to myself
A shame to anybody else
Descent and desolate
Woke up today and I can’t recall what happened
On some floor in someone’s house to something loud
I got a feeling I must have been out all night
I got the feeling this happened too many times
I know now good times had been there all the while
They’re gone forever
The drugs only make the rock roll faster downhill
This time I’ll save myself from drowning
I’ll stay in tonight
I don’t wanna fight
I’ll be true to myself
And true to everybody else
From now on I’ll contest
I know now I fucked things up too many times
I wanna make it up tonight
Don’t tell me what I need
My mind’s set on delete – erase - edit
|
||||
7. |
Rough Sea
03:53
|
|||
|
Rough Sea
Nose deep circled in trouble
21 over the sea
wishfully never arriving – here to anywhere
I fished myself into a fashion
I’m stranded out on the bay
Washed my brains ashore – sailing away
Wherever I go – whatever I do
I can’t quite make it up for good
Whatever I say, any possible way
It brings my life to decay
Nose deep circled in water
Conditioned in uncertain sea
Traded scratch for the anchor
We’re drifting apart
And I can’t wear my head
anymore like I did
Cause all plans that I had
Turned blank now instead
But I can’t stop my heart
From wearily pumping blood
Giving life to an empty spot
Here comes the flood
What’s getting me out of this?
Pulled down with the current drift
Faced back about to lose my grip
What’s gotten me into this?
Calm ease would you give me a lift
Please help get out of this
|
||||
8. |
Purposer
05:25
|
|||
|
Purposer
I’m getting close to a breakdown
I need to relieve some stress
I feel the walls around me shake
And break down over me
I don’t know how to get around
I’m running out of ideas
I’ll try to focus on whatever
Is my purpose here
Slowly our minutes fade to days
And it’s been weeks since last year
When the further you tried to scoop
The harder you got slapped back here
Any attempt sounds like a bet
When you’re but one and bored
So I shake to the deal
And take myself where it may lead
I’m walking on streets of cotton wool
Since I met my plans of aging
And agreed to use the tools
I’m sleepy – tap the breath off my lungs
It’s a dissonance
Me and my acting self
Mutually antagonized
It’s a daring will
To rave and overkill
Mentally desensitized
I shake to the deal
With a wounded hand
And accept the terms again
|
||||
9. |
Interlude
01:06
|
|||
|
-
|
||||
10. |
Firetrap
03:12
|
|||
|
Firetrap
Now’s the time to make decisions
Do you wanna leave or will you listen
We came here to bury not praise our days
Save a last dance on the remains
Name me your dearest desires
I burn out where you start the fires
Entering the ruins of a better life
You can still hear them call
“We want you tonight”
And no new beginning
Can make up for what we’ve been through
There was no choice but “give it a chance”
- Times do change
We were the last souls in this vast mansion
Do it a favour
This place looks better when you’re there
No new beginning
Will take us where we’ve been
Here we are bringing it to an end
There goes our land
We were the last souls in this vast mansion
Do it a favour
This place looked better when we were there
Of the fire well aware
|
||||
11. |
The Panther
03:44
|
|||
|
The Panther
the gaze is tired out
from doing the same round
to the point of losing any grasp now
too many to count
appear to be around
countless bars and no light of life behind them
the smooth stroll of solid steps
spinning on the smallest stage
a mighty dance revolving a benumbed will
once in a while
he opens up the eye
like curtains slide aside to let a view in
rushing through the limbs
calmly strained still
absorbing what surrounds without a sound now
into the core
into the heart
into the soul finally
cease to be
|
||||
If you like Candy Beat Camp, you may also like:
Feminist punks Petrol Girls spin clear-eyed righteous fury into churning post-hardcore on their latest LP.
go to album
The UK feminist post-hardcore band take a more internally-focused, less straightforward approach on their new LP.
go to album
The Future Is Dark
by Petrol Girls
This excellent EP swings from lurching post-hardcore to shadowy dark rock, anchored by a shattering vocal performance.
go to album
Dressed in Trenches
by Lifeguard
Chicago teen trio Lifeguard make their Matador debut with a composite of two EPs, including last year's great "Crowd Can Talk."
go to album
Коли ми були разом
by Я стану краще
Great, gutsy rock & roll from Kyiv, where radiant guitars surround triumphant vocal melodies.
go to album
The Divine Madness of Spring
by Sleeping Witch & Saturn
Terrific goth-y post-punk from Pittsburgh full of knifepoint guitars, threatening atmospheres, and vocals delivered with a scowl.
go to album
TV Priest's second record springs forth with a tension, dynamism, and crunch not often found in this brand of broody, shouty post-punk.
go to album
