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bastard
03:11
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i make decent money but i piss it all away
i've got debts i oughtta pay instead i'm wasted everyday
but lord, don't tell my father 'cause i don't know what he'd say
he was a christian in his day or at least he was on paper
but i'm a bastard baby a bastard babe
and although i pray i cannot be saved
'cause i'm a bastard baby a bastard babe
and i'll say i'll change but i'll stay the same
i won't send you letters you won't read them anyway
you've got no patience today for the shit that i would say
you wed in february but the kid was born july
and it's no business of mine but i'm counting only five months
so he's a bastard baby a bastard babe
and although you pray he cannot be saved
if he's a bastard baby a bastard babe
then the congregation won't speak his name
i ain't passing judgment 'cause like you i couldn't wait
for the little love i've made i don't regret it all today
but that might change tomorrow 'cause i fucked up yesterday
and there's a feeling i can't shake that a baby's on the way
hey
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method comedian
03:24
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i am a method comedian preparing for a role in a film
and for the way i've been treating them i hope my friends can forgive me
the way that i can't forgive me for how i treat them like shit
i am a method comedian discarded artist hard-up for work
i'm sorry i hurt your feelings with what i did with my words
guess when the truth of it hurts me i just sing with a smirk
i am a method comedian so despite the reputation i've built
i hope you still can believe me when i say that i've been praying for this
the petals pressed in your fist
the sacred wounds in my wrists
the shade you've painted your lips
i am a method comedian
i hope my friends can forgive me
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i heard the word but never registered its meaning
my mind can't make sense of the signals it's receiving
i do recall her but i'm hazy on the details
when memories plague me i just kill 'em on the weekends
shit makes less sense as you get further from the feelings
poets don't improve they just get worse with the seasons
the same old rhyme scheme with a slightly different meter
i sold my birthright to some bastard in a t-shirt
nothing that is was ever meant to be
nothing that is was ever meant to be
sweet jesus damn me how i'd become so unfeeling?
when you choose to leave me you don't need to list your reasons
the greatest of my demons truly they are legion
i'm joking at the gallows just to keep from weeping
i guess you fell in love with someone else
you met me when i still believed in hell
nothing that is was ever meant to be
nothing that is was ever meant to be
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it did not happen
03:37
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you find yourself remembering when
your days were so much better than they've been
the trees were dressed in brown and gold and red
her body lay beside you in your bed
her form suggested she was human
but lately you were never quite convinced
her skin was soft as light and as you kissed
your fingers formed a bracelet 'round her wrist
you wish you could return to her and then
you realize it did not happen
you realize it did not happen
you realize it did not happen
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think it over
05:57
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blooms brown bruise me with your mouth underneath my gown
sweet lord pinned in cruciform on your bedroom floor
you don't need to answer now
just think it over
don't say anything out loud
just think it over
smells like blood but tastes like wine dripping from your shrine
breathe smoke candles in a row flowers and rope
you don't need to answer now
just think it over
don't say anything out loud
just think it over
you don't need to answer now
just think it over
it's not so bad
no, it's not like that
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missionary
10:08
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and didn't he look different
when you were staring through the camera lens
at the skin he was embedded in
like a star within the firmament
so you memorized and practiced him
as if he were a sacrament
you thought remaining abstinent
might make your love more passionate
exhibitionist and visionary
magdalene and mother mary
missionless in missionary
if the lord would make a composite
of all the people that you've kissed
and burden them with consciousness
they'd maybe be your opposite
exhibitionist and visionary
magdalene and mother mary
missionless in missionary
think of this one while you're sharing
wisdom with the kids you'll carry
missionless in missionary
missionless in missionary
...
as the record plays
jesus writes our names down
and the feeling fades away
i find your sacred heart
and kiss it in the dark as
we hear the needle march and sway
then the record ends
we straighten up the bed we
rustled up and left unmade
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flowers
06:48
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and i was at a sporting event
the crowd was screaming "barabbas!"
as i lie down among the men
i couldn't understand what was happening
and i was at the colosseum
as lions devoured the millionaires
too far back to even see 'em
and i wore flowers in my hair
son of god and of woman
mary's acting different
she hides a knife in her bouquet
she won't lie down among the men
or move aside to clear the way
i met her when the game let out
and touched the flowers in her hair
and held her lips against my mouth
and filled my lungs with dirty air
son of god and of woman
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the joke you told
05:07
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with the morning rays
i'm often dragged
to brighter days when
the sun was dripping light
you blinked your eyes
i averted mine
we weren't so different then
you felt the sweat
dampen my dress
but the joke you told
was already old
before you spoke it
flowers bloom and blow
at funerals
so beautiful
but on my wedding day
that same bouquet
seemed out of place
the way he held my wrist
and led me in
it made my skin crawl
to be treated like a gift
some man had been
presented with
this globe's been reeling slow
but it seems i'd known
you lives ago
and all the love we spent
i now regret
but can't forget
so as my boys will fight
i'll wait outside
and watch the sky
and hope the sun will march
along its arc
and bring the dark in
bring the dark in
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