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Everything Rag
04:02
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You've poisoned the false in my eye
Filling my stomach with your prophecidal grievances
But you can sell it for decent price
Pretend to rewrite all my wrong
Need a reason I should keep being me
Devoiding the bottle for the proof of all security
You lose your wisdom when you keep all the friends
Keep all the friends you'll disown
Parents beware, you're being watched
By an old, old nuisance
Three times sixty degree angles
Once sheep to ascend the chair
Dropping the head of every shepherd bow in unison
'Twas the same last century
Three thousand years to the day
And they can give it a brand new name
They're making a name for the republicratic bucket list
And I can catch your falling wings in the sky
They're fixing wings of the same colour grey
Parents beware, you're being watched
By an old, old nuisance
Three times sixty degree angles
You seem an important fake
Faking importance keeps you making your own sandwiches
Some think that you're better spayed
To keep little kids being chipped
Leave it to the middle folks
Deflating the problems made a problem in the first place
Your family is just the same
Just the same as the rest
Parents beware, you're being watched
By an old, old nuisance
Three times sixty degree angles
Douse all of it
For no one reads wet ink
Without a shade, it is sick
But I won't be around for any of it
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2. |
Mazelmorfe
01:45
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I'm a well-groomed boy
Good boy, old rules spent
Through old pages
Of brooded martyrs
Mazelmorfe
Monday morning day
We appear the same
Little soldiers
That shoot their word bombs
Mazelmorfe
Sore cathedral walls
Burnt for urban sprawl
Wash away all my
Sick certificates
Mazelmorfe
I'm a well-groomed boy
(I ought to repent)
Good boy, old rules spent
(But I thought that you sent me down the isle)
Through old pages
(To repel and defend)
Of brooded martyrs
(And confess from the lip, the lip obeys)
Mazelmorfe
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3. |
On My Pillow
05:02
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Your pillow, smelling of all your dreams
Tender and gentle and stuffing with memories
Home of the tooth fairy, she still believes in me yet
Softly in anarchy, sealed inside birthday cards
I have some enemies living cerebrally
Taking their time in a chemical war in my mind
On my pillow
On my pillow with you
On my pillow with your print inside of it
My print inside of you, my seed is finding you
Slip into REM, Freudian bed bugs begin
Mayday in all I have
Married in breath and breast and baby milk
To feed me my own half
If I was queerer than I seem
I wonder if she still thinks of me
As I come to pass and nest inside
Your pillow, a plateau of phantom itch
On skin that is piquant and ripe when it splits
Your mummified milk cartons
Remind you of angels by your bed
On my pillow
I still recall you infested
Acrylic, untested and left in some womb
But you can get by when depressed, kid
On my pillow
On my pillow with you
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4. |
Midget
03:53
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For I am a midget
And I am waddling
But I’m getting taller; yes I’m getting taller
Yes I am
Sweeter be
In my baby clothes
Wrapped ‘round your knee
And making you warmer, ‘til I will deform
And dissolve away
And I
Want you to notice
When I die
My tiny coffin’s lullaby
Or will you rebuild me to your height
I sleep with my teddy bear
But it smells like mildew
‘Cause I’m getting older, yes I’m getting older
Yes I am
Memory
Of my Sunday prayers
Inside a Pisces
To keep all the flora, I’ll keep all the flora
Here with me
And I
Want you to notice
When I die
My tiny coffin’s lullaby
Or will you rebuild me to your height
My tiny coffin
Or will you rebuild me to your height
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5. |
Patti May Pt. I
04:20
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I am your seaweed starfish friend
And my ladies where the water ends
I’m watching comfortably inside
The turtle shell of your black fringe
Your skin is ashing to the sun
Spray paint and plastic bags are fun
It brings your body from whence you hid
Out of my petrol can to my lips
I am God, I’m a God, I’m a God
And I’m nothing, I am nothing God
And you are God, I’m inside of you
Inside a nothing God oh
Patti May, Patti May
Won’t you come and play with me
Patti May, Patti May
My head’s swimming
I wish you were real tonight
Our bodies tattooed with relief
Of razors and olanzapine
And you wither with my shadow as
I rid myself of food to eat
My finger print’s in uterus
(You've drowned the playground from your shell)
Where trouble melts like opiates
(That vomits apple fumes of tar)
With poison airborne freedom kiss
(And I know that you can't keep for long)
Back into void where we first met
(And yonder she goes)
Chorus
Play with me, Patti May
(It's okay to die, okay)
Tonight
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6. |
Polkadot Brain
04:10
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You had a polkadot brain
Lukewarm and refunding
And it slept in a puddle of rain
And a few breaking hymens
And I wish you had smoked
With me inside
Than let me get bullied
Retarded's supposed
To rid me of shame
So leave all your earrings
Your perfumes and soaps
I'll recognize
Hospital linen
Is made out of shit and monopoly
But I skipped vaccinations
'Cause medicine's weird when it's free
And I wish you had smoked
With me inside
Than let me get bullied
Retarded's supposed
To rid me of shame
So leave all your earrings
Your perfumes and soaps
I'll recognize
Mold a ceramic friend
To keep in your shoe where you tread
And I hope that it looks like me
Before you abandon it
And I wish you had smoked
With me inside
Than let me get bullied
Retarded's supposed
To rid me of shame
So leave all your earrings
Your perfumes and soaps
I'll recognize
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7. |
Stone Name Tags
03:10
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Past stone name tags
Lined in classes
Wealthy, poor
And the rest were farmers
They were new once
Since have blemished
And won't know for
Same or different
Inside eyeballs
The only thing I have
Never seen
And never will see
They were new once
Since have blemished
And won't know for
Same or different
Same every new era
Turns all families sterile
And sour
For a new baby to come
The oldest leaves for war
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I took the 682 to waste my life
Deep late the afternoon
I didn't notice anybody
That I used to know
For I'm content to sit and stare
Right into space for nothing
Though you were right whom you had thought
But I don't look like that no more
You reminisce about the kid
Who sat a few rows yonder
I must've had a bull's eye spot
Upon the back of my head
I sometimes think about
The people that I could've followed
Though you were right whom you had thought
But I don't like that no more
They should've killed the kid
Who they just didn't like
He took his time beneath his sheets
To plan his own demise
He had a friend
Of whom assisted tiddled dreams together
Now he would rather vouch
The can of his next beer
My ticket always looks the same
A bunch of am/pm's
The kids I saw inside the school grounds
All have occupations
I just want to have
A deeper voice than anybody
And if I did I think
That I could bare to sleep a-nightly
I don't look like that no more
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9. |
Celestial Lament
03:37
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Bald to corrosion
Sprinkling onto sick feet
Esteemed to untreat these
Symptoms of cessation
I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
Lining into syzygy
I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
In time all is fertile
No hand left to sow such
And she was the one crush
Sworn to hope I's real
I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
Lining into syzygy
I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
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10. |
Oddword
03:31
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Star-boiled salt water beds
Choking on horsehair brush
What you call a poet's tears
Fermented, demented old thoughts
So sit sad
Let me freeze your eyes
With the oddest words I like
While I still have time
A shoebox of dog-eared dates
That happened according to me
Is covered in X-mas wish
At foot of the podium
So sit sad
Let me freeze your eyes
With the oddest words I like
While I still have time
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Animal Pharma Melbourne, Australia
I am Animal Pharma.
Studio Albums:
Zygoat – 29
July 2014
Evergreen Civil War – 10 August 2014
Pantomeme – 11 October 2014
Light of a Hard – 28 March 2015
The Vuuz – 10 May 2015
Mazel – 1 November
Joseph Phase – 29 July 2018
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