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Generic Punk Song
02:04
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let's all watch a fucking sitcom
let's all nuke some mac n cheese
we can make an indentation in the sofa
let's all go get heart disease
let's all revive the economy
let's all buy stuff we don't need
we can build a mall on top of anything
till then we can just shop on QVC
who cares what happens to the earth four hundred years from now
we'll be long dead anyhow
why should we waste our time making the world a better place
it's no fun to save the human race
let's invade someone else's country
let's all drive big SUVs
we can start a fire in the forest
bring mother nature to her goddamn knees
let's all bring forth the apocalypse
let's take the time to make ice nine then at least there'd be no mud
come on let's do it for the misremembered good old days
let's all let the streets run red with blood
who cares what happens to the earth four hundred years from now
we'll be long dead anyhow
why should we waste our time making the world a better place
it's no fun to save the human race
it's no fun to save the human race
yee haw!
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2. |
Feel Sick
02:47
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you make me feel sick
to my stomach
like i ate a ton of butterflies and they all want me
to vomit
cause then they'd all be free
albeit covered in whatever's inside of me
you make me feel sick
in a good way
this is kind of gross
for a love song
and probably kind of gross for
most other types of songs
now that i think of it
saying you make me sick
well that might be
less than flattering
When i am with you i feel like
i am gonna die
like any sort of nervous twitch could steer me right into a big semi
and lying face down in a ditch i'd think "oh god why"
in fact i wish i had cause then i would get to fly
away
and up to heaven
where i could eventually
spend all of eternity
with you
and i swear that wasn't an insult
you make me feel sick
you make me feel sick
you make me feel sick
in the best way
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Fighting Stance
03:21
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Dad was watching football i was
wishing we had a second tv and
thinking i'd never feel that way
about damn near anything
so i would root for the bad guys
and hope that your QB got injured
i just wanted to watch cartoons
you just wanted me to be more like
my sister
behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
studied up on dragon ball but never got the kaioken quite right
witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me yet
shipped off to build character
or at least one he'd prefer
the other indoor kids weren't much support
with the big kids hunting me for sport
soon i'm knocked down by some tough guy so i
cough up dirt and curl knuckle
next time i try to hit below the belt
i'll focus on avoiding the buckle
icing my hand at first aid when they make the call
tell my parents that i broke it playing football
behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
watched yu yu hakusho but never got the spirit gun quite right
witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
why risk physical injury when passive aggression's never failed me
yet rubbing that in
never put the remote in my hands
maybe if i told the truth i could have
guilted my way into karate lessons
then i wouldn't have to stoop so low as to
ever need to use my words again
but in the end
it was simpler to just sigh a lot louder
and write angry songs instead
behold the fighting stance of those who never really learned to fight
even tried sailor moon but never found a skirt that felt quite right
witness the awesome power of those who mostly mutter under breath
why risk physical injury when passive aggressions never failed me
why risk injury when passive aggressions never failed me
why risk injury when you know its never failed me yet
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the rocks stuck in my shoes don't bother me so much
they can pinch a toe or two but they can't seem to touch
my soul
my girl's in the crowd hurling boos and hisses
but i will take the hits if you would take my misses
please
i can't always say just what it is that i mean
but i'm thinking that maybe it could be nice
if i could somehow just get a grip on things
but then again i guess it's just a lesser vice
now there's blood in my shoes but that might be okay
i'd rather shoe away these blues for which my genes might be to blame
i know the wards by heart and sing when i'm permitted
cause practice makes for slightly better art and it helps if you're committed
it's true
i dictate the notes they take this parliament of scowls
these quacks squawk at each mistake, but i don't understand the fouls
i can't always say just what it is that i mean
but i'm thinking that maybe it could be nice
if i could somehow just get a grip on things
but then again i guess it's just a lesser vice
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5. |
For the Police
03:15
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i ran the red light after coming to a complete stop
i guess i thought it changed i was distracted by the cop
he pulled up in the lane beside me and we locked eyes
so much for that left turn that his signal signified
every time those guys show up
its all cuffs and broken jaws
but man if not for the police
i swear i'd never break the law
heading south down west street i caught sight of boys in blue
so instinct took me north and i fell hard into some dude
his wallet hit the ground and as i tried to hand it back
the fuzz showed up again and nearly beat me half to death
every time those guys show up
its all cuffs and broken jaws
but man if not for the police
i swear i'd never break the law
there were beatings and more ER trips
and i grew real fond of morphine drips
and so i started stealing cars
i expect to be indefinitely behind bars
every time those guys show up
its all cuffs and broken jaws
but man if not for the police
i swear i'd never break the law
i'd never break the law
i swear i'd never
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Pigeons
02:48
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when they start to drop the bombs
and no one's left to listen to my songs
i might not feel compelled to practice my art
but i'll still feed the pigeons in the park
when the mutant hordes rise up in the streets
and they loot pet stores solely for their meats
when mankind decides to leave its final mark
i'll still feed the pigeons in the park
i'll survey the land with shotgun in hand
and take down the freaks and mad max wannabes
when people decide they don't wanna be people anymore
well i will just try to make sure
that those birds can still feel secure
and so on judgement day
whether or not there's any actual hell to pay
i'm not going anywhere i refuse to part
someone's gotta feed the pigeons in the park
if it turns out that we're the ones
not him but like father like son
we incompetent gods we say "let there be dark"
then my hands will guide me to the park
even if the world ends with friends eating friends
barring cardiac arrest i will keep trying my best
to still give a damn about something
and live like just like a king
on park bench throne
my flock under wing
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Scirocco
04:52
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oh sure its perfectly picturesque
like something Norman Rockwell might have tried to address
but i mean like if he hadn't been
so decidedly American
perhaps i'm lacking in sentiment
but is this pretty picture worth the sense
you lose from grinding days away
earning nothing but warm regard for pay
but no you'd have to be made of ice to not wanna live this way
and every spring the desert breeze arrives
drives the women mad and kills off all the olive flies
already i've had my fill of dry heat and sand
come fall we will pick fruit but for now we will harvest wind
it's too hot to move so i lie face down on the floor
just for fun i might pack my bags knowing full well i'd never make it out the door
and the breeze it creeps in like death
i draw defiant breath
feeling how worms must feel shipwrecked on hot cement
hoping for the rain to come and wash away the sand i so resent
and every spring the desert breeze arrives
drives the women mad and kills off all the olive flies
already i've had my fill of dry heat and sand
come fall we will pick fruit but for now we will harvest wind
and i know the post cards tell a different tale
another island paradise meanwhile cruise lines set record sales
and i'd be leaving hear today
if i didn't think the breeze would catch my sail
and send me back before i made it out of the bay
and every spring the desert breeze arrives
drives the women mad and kills off all the olive flies
already i've had my fill of dry heat and sand
come fall we will pick fruit but for now we will harvest wind
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Fuzzy Slippers Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
two-piece anti-folk band that hopes to one day become a punk band.
sound is mostly fast and panicky.
subject matter is mostly dorky.
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