Lyrics
Remote Control
I Don't Mind
Nothing Happens
Unity or Grenadine
You Complain
Scare Myself
Blow Up
Don't Wreck It
Cranky
Real Stumper
Mad At the World
My Mistake
Exist to Resist
Make A Pest A Pet
copyright 1996 Mercury Records
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words and music by Ryan Dahle
The difference between us is negative one...The math is simple...Subtract attractive opposites...Open my bottom fist and you shake me out...And go implode this hollowbody interior...Kingpin crumbled...Where's my remote control...Where's my remote control...Where's my remote...Where's my...Where's my remote...Crooked...Mangled...Melt and spoil...It's funny but true...Oh look what I could've done...Boring, missed out...Habitual umbilical...You say Gravity Pope, you're strange and real...It's not easy sleeping...It's not too late too late too late...Where's my self control...The difference between us is negative one
words and music by Todd Kerns and Ryan Dahle
Bottled up and coming down...Binge and purge and yet you never miss a meal...Fashion = fascism...Bolan smiling down on your empty intentions...Vacant grace...Fall or fly...I don't mind I don't mind...I'll try anything...Hypersensitive...Keep me up like greasy spoon truckstop coffee...Supermodel razorburn...Talking psycho draft and eye candy and fun fur PVC...Fall or fly...I don't mind I don't mind...I'll try anything...I don't mind I don't mind...I swing at everything...Hide it all away...I will hide it all away...I will hide it all inside...Bottled up and coming down...Binge and purge and yet you never miss a meal...Feast or famine crash and burn...Bolan smiling down on me
Nothing Happens
words and music by Ryan Dahle
I don't get it...I completely understand...She's the perfect person...I hate the bitch...I'd like to talk to her and not say a word...My thought out instinct is simply intricate...That's all...That's all downhill...Disappointing holiday...We never got there...Disappointing holiday...Nothing happens...You get softer as you soak me up...There's a beauty in those words that bind...A subtlty we can thank or find...The less I try the more easier it gets...It's not me it's the attention you allow...You ate yours...You ate mine too...Mine too...You get softer as you soak me up...You breathe deeper as you choke me up...Nothing ever seems to happen
words by Ryan Dahle, music by Ryan Dahle and John Kerns
The unity of me seems a lot like yourself...Edges frayed worn down my luck...Eligible prize to die for...You're to die for...In the makeshift rain my luckiest number...My most hopeful trait...Bits and pieces...I could put them together but it still won't bring you to me...Miss Grenadine...You were a teacher...The best I had...Apple was bruised I gave you...Now eat and gaze...It's on the side of me that ain't right...But I know that you're to die for...And I know I cauterize my left side breaks...I don't deserve you they're right...The whole gang agreed I was on my own...In her volcanic cluster the world condom broke...Glad you lost her...Can't grab it that low...Slashers skulk in my outer...Never fake their way in...Shrinking and lonely with a crowd in my eye...Measuring gold sparkles in your lab in the sky
wordsby Ryan Dahle, music by the aoe
What lures what traps...Intentions are fast snaps...Fast snaps...A zipper a cage...From your whisper to rage everytime...Every single time...The bleeding obvious bold as you complain...All of it adds up to your triple x...No one knows why you can't sell it...Lucky but how much is giveaway...You want to win don't you...Everybody does...Choose to be over your own instinct...Listen me down listen me down...Why can't we believe in ourselves...Maybe even each other...Happens over here you scream
words by Todd Kerns, music by the aoe
You're sick of me and no one else...I must agree I scare myself...Can you explain why this must be like pulling teeth...I guard my secret from you...Dirty and hideous...Burning scarred by the truth...Unbearable...The gods they smile down on you...Wings of perfect apathy...Banished serpent am I...Child of perfect neglect...I arrive in agony...Recoil at my touch...Don't look at me...Your distance keeps you safe...Conscience your enemy...With mercy on your lips...You're sick of me and no one else...I must admit I hate myself...Can you explain why you and me
words and music by Ryan Dahle
Falling up the stairs I met...A soft target designing bullets...How could we sleep through the impact...Our world blew up...You were born in '75 with silver tone and grand design...Stung with gravity of life...And we were born...You were saying something wise hidden in some black sarcastic lullabye...Can we do something with this pilot light...If I were moulding a monster I'd use your eyes...Nobody has known me...Nobody has loved me...Nobody has owned me...Oh, blow me away...Change the course, the shape, the size...I am the girl to be the bride...To hatch, to hope, to spend a life...A lifetime...This mock pose will spark the match...We blew it out...Burst the bubble back...Get back, get back...The fueling cities choose the best...And spit it out...Fighting quick and moving past...A need to wrap around some life...A remedy for boredom like...A referee between them and us...Idle minds get by...Our world blew up, blew up...Idle minds...Falling up the stairs I met a soft target designing bullets...How could we sleep through the impact
words and music by Ryan Dahle
I could swear I'm no smarter than a squirrel...Feel safe asleep inside the violent squeals...It's the way the milky system turns...In a fourth dimension hiding three more means...Your creator cowers in a corner in my head...This won't wreck me...This can't affect me...Please don't wreck it, I feel fine...You said it was creepy how we loved so instant...You never grew up with trust...We just grew into dysfunction...Sister grabbed my neck and said I know how to kill...Breathe shallow...It's always a need to fill every single blank...These won't wreck me...These can't affect me...Please don't wreck me, I feel fine...Please don't wreck it...Please don't wreck it for me...Please don't wreck me...I don't have much time left
words and music by Ryan Dahle
Cranky...Make a pest a pet...It stops annoying me...Mosquito burst from too much my exotic red...A good year but rotten grapes...To find me one escape...Cranky...I licked the ocean...They bury me in a tree...Branch on pull out sap...Beat by a baseball bat...Make a pest a pet...Yeah...Beat by a baseball bat...Beat by a bat
words and music by Ryan Dahle
On the simplest question I'll go blank...The complexities attack my appetite...How can I get out of this...Doesn't feel right...I'm so thick she eats with a fork...I'll be gone...I'm almost gone...I'm gone...Our worst phase on a hot plate...I got you ice cream...It froze your face and you dropped it...I got nothing and it melted...I couldn't be higher you say...I couldn't stay, come with...You bite off my head...You don't know where I bury myself...You never know when I can be behind you...That simple answer is a real stumper...You wait and see when I get behind you...That difficult decision is a real stumper...Wouldn't you say...I couldn't be higher
words by Todd Kerns and Ryan Dahle, music by the aoe
I'm not staying, I'm not staying around...How'd you get get get so down...I cannot pick you up when I can't even pick up myself...You're only happy when you're mad at the world...How could I stay mad at you...Count the scars on your skin...A cry for help or a cry for attention...I'm not staying, I'm not staying around...I cannot pick you up when nothing's ever good enough...It always has to go this way...You thrive on conflict, you live to complain...Tears of a crocodile...Advertise your suicide...Your half empty cup runneth over...Your scarred wrists a child's fists
words by Todd Kerns, music by the aoe
My stained glass soul all consumed...Drown in denial, choke on the truth...My swollen tongue has left me dumb...Too numb in my confusion...Bitter words not meant to hurt...Game over, start again...Waiting, that was my mistake...Timing, too little too late...Courage is pressure over grace...Freedom a smile on tortured face...My golden song from blackened lung...Words easily forgotten...All's not well that ends not well...I can't hear you...Won't you save your breath...Drown in denial, choke on the truth
words and music by Ryan Dahle
Boredom won't make it go away...Petting doom is second to nothing...Could I waste more time getting there...Or share in the boiling know how...Exist to resist...I'll feed myself...You're going to want to wish out there...Exist to resist...Beside myself...At the beginning a summer in the field of escape...Found how to save some time to waste...Your most hopeful trait...You swoon, I wane...I wanna join, wanna sign and buy...I'll stir the consequences...Inner bursting joy...Down boy...Drain your zeal out vacant...Down boy
