1. |
||||
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Well, this may be the end of the world
The end of mankind for sure
It’s 50 million degrees outside my bedroom door
And I just can’t stand it anymore
My leg is in a crutch after God struck me down
Cuz I didn’t use my stock to feed the poor
My dog is surely melting with the soup of humankind
And the mayors’ limbs are fastened to the floor
Everybody’s chanting with their desperate filthy tongues
For one last lap around the block
We have all been spattered with vapid cosmic patterns
Cuz we didn’t want the violence to stop
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Let’s hear it
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
God’s thumb is in my eye and ever since I have been blind
But I still see that we’re all alone
The rapture took my wife and kids even though it’s all a myth
I’m sitting in an empty home
Jesus kicked me in crotch, beat me up and stole my watch
The world turns saints into thieves
Nature has a backwards cycle churning out rocks
Well I’m sick of all these concrete trees
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Let’s hear it
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
Maybe the End of the World but certainly the end for mankind
|
||||
2. |
It's Falling Down
03:25
|
|||
Wrapped up in psychic entropy
The walls are closing in
Hello to all your phobias
Feeding on your sins
Disorder is your order
The walls are leaking sound
Whistling shades of pestilence
The room is spinning round
It’s Falling Down
And there’s nothing I can do but
Watch as it crumbles to the ground
It’s Falling Down
Grasp that little funbox ‘fore I make you speak it’s truth
Soak up all its influence and bow down to your youth
Ideas morph to people
The fads control our sound
People are ideas
They speak in circles round and round
It’s Falling Down
And there’s nothing I can do but
Watch as it crumbles to the ground
It’s Falling Down
And there’s nothing I can do but
Watch as it crumbles to the ground
It’s Falling Down
It’s okay disobey what you’ve learned it’s alright
It’s okay disobey what you’ve learned all your life
Disorder is your order
The walls are leaking sound
Whistling shades of pestilence
The room is spinning round
It’s Falling Down
And there’s nothing I can do but
Watch as it crumbles to the ground
It’s Falling Down
And there’s nothing I can do but
Watch as it crumbles to the ground
It’s Falling Down
|
||||
3. |
Anguished Reins
05:17
|
|||
How can I dump my heart and soul into your fertile nest?
When I don’t have the peace of mind to liberate myself
I’m tortured by my own thirst in these pleasures that I seek
Blinding shadows guard the winding path toward that elusive peak
Well, I’m ripped up by the hound dog primate shadow puppet scourge
That walks me down this barren aisle of hedonistic turds
Well up and down this corridor there’s a cosmic guide that squawks
A gibberish tune that unapologetically dumbfound my thoughts
Just singing…
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
If only I could see with lust over my eyes
Oh, baby
Oh, darling
If only I could breathe with chains around my mind
Oh, baby
Oh, darling
Watch out
Inebriate and desecrate every pinch of joy
Oh, I’m cracked out on a substance so insidious and coy
The sinew of my mind can’t bear enough weight
And the tendons of my will seem to falter and break
I’m tired of the weakness that keeps pushing me around
Hijacked by my own defective, mislead pleasure seeking hound
Just singing…
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
If only I could see with lust over my eyes
Oh, baby
Oh, darling
If only I could breathe with chains around my mind
Oh, baby
Oh, darling
Watch out
How can I lift my soul beyond these Anguished Reins?
Resist dogged desires, only tire me
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
Anguished Reins wound none too tight
I haven’t got the strength to quell this blight
|
||||
4. |
Venom On Their Tongues
04:22
|
|||
Sitting in that damn room
Wondering what the voices might do
You know I hear it echo far along
I don’t know where the echoes all come from
Where did I go wrong?
Never laid a finger on their bones
But they still turn names slit and hung
And all the warmth is gone
Don’t know where it’s from
Or what I must have done
To turn my name slit and hung
Piercing echoes all night long
Don’t know where it’s from
Or what I must have done
To put that Venom On Their Tongues
They’ve all got Venom On Their Tongues
I can see where the road broke me
Chewing, chewing, chewing, spat me out
I don’t know where the venom came about
And there’s no one left to know
Consternation’s undergone
When they’ve got Venom On Their Tongues
Yeah, they’ve got Venom On Their Tongues
Venom On Their Tongues
Venom On Their Tongues (Venom On Their Tongues)
Venom On Their Tongues
Venom On Their Tongues (Venom On Their Tongues)
Venom On Their Tongues
Venom On Their Tongues (Venom On Their Tongues)
Venom On Their Tongues
Venom On Their Tongues
|
||||
5. |
Looking For Better Days
04:21
|
|||
Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
Yes, I’m Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
Well, I know that I’m not starving
But my neighbor’s so well fed
I’d walk a million miles to see that glutton cry
But I wouldn’t leave the comfort of my bed
I see the creature slumped beside me
It’s my homely wretched wife
I want to catch myself a girl as good as his
But I don’t want to put the work into my life
Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
Yes, I’m Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
Don’t degrade me with your smile
I’ll wipe that smirk right off your face
I find I like it better when there’s tears upon your cheeks
If my life’s filled grief then you should also have a taste
Well, I’ve never worked that hard
Because it wouldn’t do a thing
God has got it out for me so I try to fight the sky
Better living for the weekend than working till I die
Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
Yes, I’m Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
But the days keep flying by and the dark’s just getting darker
Doing nothing, counts for nothing it would seem
I complain a whole big lot and complaints are all I’ve got
I can’t grow because I’m brittle at my seams
Oh, I search but I don’t move my legs
I look but only look one way
I’m hopeless and that’s the way to be
Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
Yes, I’m Looking For Better Days
I’m Looking for Better Days
But I want to keep my crooked soul
|
||||
6. |
Cytoplasmic Jungle Juice
05:38
|
|||
Scrape the grime off of the pan inside my mind
Bag the grease up into pools of Cytoplasmic Jungle Juice
Nothing’s left here
Not one goddamn shred of authentically worn heads
And nothings not a lot but it will have to do for now
Pull the weeds that were once green between the cracks of winding road
Poking through the holes of membrane as the veil begins to fold
Your instincts run wild like an ill-tempered child
So much for all your preaching we are withering away
Crash that ship and hit the shores
These hormones surely flowing and my pen is raw
Stabbed my dreams and sunk my teeth
Simian desires float around this reef
Oh my
Psychedelic prophets prattle under neon lights
Preaching words of cosmic wisdom and opinions no one likes
Sickened by the truth
Rejecting any proof
Coddled in a fabric softer than a thousand boobs
My chamber of reflections is often crowded by black fleas
Weaving and deceiving naive tissues upon me
Crawl up my legs and into my brain
Nibble on my conscience and chip my lobes away
Crash that ship and hit the shores
These hormones surely flowing and my pen is raw
Stabbed my dreams and sunk my teeth
Simian desires float around this reef
Oh my
Pick and choose the traits we lose and which ones stay
I’m your subject prim and pure before I’m stained by these cliches
White wash my thoughts with the dogmas you’ve taught
Your eyes are speaking volumes but your mouth’s not made a sound
Come take my mind
Crash that ship and hit the shores
These hormones surely flowing and my pen is raw
Stabbed my dreams and sunk my teeth
Simian desires float around this reef
Oh my
Scrape the grime off of the pan inside my mind
Bag the grease up into pools of Cytoplasmic Jungle Juice
Nothing’s left here
|
Misanthropes Coopersburg, Pennsylvania
Misanthrope Definition: a person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.
Otherwise known
as a cynic, sceptic or grouch.
Misanthropes are:
Magnus Frable – guitar, vocals
Michael Corrado - drums
Michael Lendvay – bass, vocals
Kristi Weaver – cello, vocals
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Misanthropes, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp