whoknows, by sadloaf
The album is out and available for download. FFO indie rock, emo, post-pop-punk, twinklestuff, sturgil simpson
Spirit
A quick drunk one take of a song by one of my favorite bands of all time, The Pillows
Ariels (System of a Down Banjo Cover)
banjo cover
I was tired of not having new stuff I could do satisfactorily with just me and my acoustic.
I deny
That my baser instincts ever gave me pride
Though I
Will kick and scratch I’ll claw and dig and bite
All for my little plot of nothing
To stake my flag in my little plot of nothing
I rely
On assurances that I’m not wasting time
And if I have
On convincing me it’s really not that bad
Have I earned my little plot of nothing?
Tell me I’ve earned my little plot of nothing
We can share the flesh of my rotted fruit
Neglected after windfall knocked it loose
But maybe we’ve got one more thing to lose
You know, my little plot of nothing
Here’s what I’ve grown on my little plot of nothing
Sickeningly sweet or just sickening
My little plot of nothing
spoken word for musical accompaniment
If you like post-pop-punk/indie punk/emo you have to listen to the new Sister City record. It’s even a free download on bandcamp. Highlights: Bad Day, Survival, Caveats.
Is it only a matter of work? (It has to be)
Or is it also a measure of worth? (It has to be)
The question is can we
reform reality? And then another thing
and then another thing
The question is can we
inform reality? And then another thing
another thing another thing
Someone else must be feeling
their capacitive moment
someone must be receiving
their participant token
If we work fully to our detriment
will be repaid? (We have to be)
I don’t wanna believe anyone
I don’t want to be anything (You have to be)
What if the energy
we burned in effigy
yields us another thing and then another thing?
And the sincerity
we performed earnestly
yields us another thing another thing another thing?
Someone else must be feeling
their capacitive moment
someone else is receiving
their participant token
and it’s casually pathetic
what we need to subsist on
soon we will be receiving
our participant token.
Impressionistic paintings of the
things that I’ve accreted slowly
one eye on the synapses that
scarcely get the job done.
I’ve got one legacy to leave
I’ll leave it here where I stand.
Whoknows what I
Would’ve chosen
in my desperation?
Whoknows what I have chosen
with plenty of time?
The earth is still completely molten
while it is absorbing comets,
lay the things I own in front of me
to evaluate.
Perseverance never believed me,
leave it back in the past.
Whoknows what I
Would’ve chosen
in my desperation?
Whoknows what I have chosen
with plenty of time to choose?