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Buck Me Off
02:59
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The year of the weird, bookended by booty pix I never posted. I was kissing the grime with a trigger finger in the sunrise. They told me a candle’s unlucky if it never gets to light the darkness. But I never wanna light the darkness.
‘Cause I’m in league with the devil. You better buck me off. I compete with the devil. He better stop me. Devil, you better stop me. Better find a way to top me.
Wouldn’t you mind acting as the centerfold in someone’s longing? I pitch ‘em the bird, then head down the corner store half hour to closing. Out on the avenue, there’s an innocent who says she knows you. How’d she ever get to know you? Only I can know the real you.
I’m the devil, you better buck me off. You’re in league with the devil. You better buck me off. I compete with the devil. He better stop me. Devil, you better stop me. Better find a way to top me.
Whatever happened to what we used to do?
Let’s have a padded blanket for our most manic moments. Like vampires, they sucked me up. Could you buck me off? Perishing in aftershock was never close enough. I’m complete with the devil. He better find a way to smart me. You better buck me off.
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Another panic attack as I was browsing the stacks and the books were falling in an avalanche. Though he sensed I was trapped, he was busy with…something.
Now I’m checking my phone, but I don’t wanna talk. Don’t wanna lopside my language. No, I don’t wanna go off, ‘cause I lean in when I suffer.
A panic attack. Though my directive’s relax, it’s beyond my skillset. Covetous of the calm wit from a tyke uninvolved, all abyss with no clapback.
I’m checking my phone. He’s unworthy of talk. If he really wants to be the one, he’d forfeit shotgun for once, ‘cause I lean in when I suffer.
But I take him back to the county fair. I take him back though he don’t deserve to be here. He drew a bath and floated there. He cares a lot. We’re strictly speaking self-care. Lean in when I suffer again. Ahh!
I’m checking my phone but I don’t wanna talk. Don’t wanna lopside my language. No, I don’t wanna go.
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I make a frown. I always wear it upside down, ‘cause life is carnage. I once was lost but now I’m floundered and running late for my funerary date. Burn me later. Could you smile while you do it? (I don’t care anymore. Swear I don’t care anymore.)
I was born with a Lucky 88 on my door. Put down your last claim to fame for me, boy. (Keep me starving or get something better started.) Try and work in this town without a silver spoon and foot in your mouth. You see that Lucky 88 on my door? (Keep me starving or get something stutter-started.)
One more time with reeling. You siphoned out the feeling. Can’t you act responsibly? You’re the sick pup who created me. Burn out and fade. I’ll convalesce you right into the grave, though I don’t care anymore. (Swear I don’t care anymore.)
I was born with a Lucky 88 on my door. Put down your last claim to fame for me, boy. Yes, I was born in the cold, clotted heart of a storm. You see that Lucky 88 on my door? (Keep me starving or get something better started.)
I was born with the Lucky 88 on my door. The Lucky 88. Do da do do.
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Can I Kiss You?
02:26
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Can I kiss you? ‘Cause I want to jump when you offer me hoops. Crash a plane right into the moon as only a gesture. I feel stillborn talking for this long. Mostly I’m mutant as flaw. Kind to a criminal, twine like a ribbon.
Was it one and done, the once and future problem? When I’m averse to feeling calm, can I kiss you?
“Can you kiss me?” you asked so distastefully. Fence-hopping earned me a bruise. Attempting break-in as daybreak was slithering in, I was a dancer, down for the sanction.
Was it half as fun placing a bet on a margin? I’m so averse to moving on. Can I kiss you? Can I kiss you, can I kiss you, can I kiss you? Crash a plane right into the moon.
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Backslidin'
03:00
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Took a walk in the sunlight ‘cause it wasn’t a bad night, breaking your furniture up with steel-toed boots. Swapping sweat in a steam room, you transformed into beast form, said you’d see me soon. Soon enough we were waking up as a two-for-one. Now I guess we’re backsliding into hell, but at least we know each other well.
When I finish the program, you’ll be stepping it up, gaiting straight in Japan. Piggyback to the scratch-off sale and salute me there. I guess we’re backsliding into hell, but at least we know each other well.
Through all of this kissing and tattle-telling, stricture’s getting murky. But I do perceive our clan’s destiny. Well, I guess we’ll have to wait to be friends. But at least we know each other here in hell. Seeing you is the highlight in a saccharine movie I gotta keep on mute.
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We ride the same bus. He knows my name. Covers a wet cloth. He sweats to stain. “I wanna know what kind of games you like, I wanna know what kind of games you like.” He talks like he knows me, so I’m being polite.
Know not to cater untidy spreads. We rode the same bus until it wrecked. “I wanna know what kind of porn you like.” He asks me these questions, did he earn the right? No way.
Hey, hot thing. You win some and you lose some. I’m calling security. Hey, hot thing. You blame some and you shame some. I’m hailing an ambulance. Hey, small thing. You catch some and infect some, but I don’t wanna be the sullen type. I don’t want my secrets safe for life. Onomatopoeia ‘til I never get to sleep.
I wanna know if a no means alright. I wanna know if a no means alright. He looks past my answer, did he earn the right? No way, no way.
Hey, hot thing. You win some and you lose some. I’m calling security. Hey, hot thing. You blame some and you shame some. I’m hailing an ambulance. Hey, small thing. You catch some and infect some, but I don’t wanna be the puzzling type. I don’t want my secrets safe for life. Onomatopoeia where I wouldn’t wanna be.
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I'm Blessed
04:25
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I’m blessed. I am a witch and I float above everyone who would do harm on me. They crane their necks. They call me a bitch for using my powers at a party. I don’t wanna spend another night in jail for possessing the skills which I learned to defend myself.
What if I say I’m one in five grown accustomed to violence? Can I levitate past it? On the ground, my tongue’s too honest. I don’t wanna love you, I don’t wanna love you. I don’t wanna spend another night in jail for hiding the truth, which I did to defend myself. I don’t wanna love you, I don’t wanna love you, I don’t wanna love you…
Oh, I wanted to be in the portrait of love but there’s food in your teeth. Oh, I wanted to be an example of love but my spell’s getting weak! Oh, now I can see that he won’t stop running—won’t stop running from me.
But I’m not a mind reader, nor still the coyote ripping at your throat. I’m not the one you feel you owe your sorries to. Along the wilted heather, he shook me by the feather in my cloak. It’s now or it’s for never even if you’re sorry—sorry as a snake, as a snake can be.
I’m blessed with perfect pitch. I waste it on songs that you never even heard of. I’m not gonna spend another night in jail. I know I’ll survive and I don’t need your belief or your help. No, I don’t need your belief or your help.
I wanted to be in the portrait of love, but you’re running from me.
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Sport Death
03:29
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We’re playing house. What I’m fixing to find out: is it a house you like? Ambling families’ intolerable ramblings, tracing their claims on design. Told ya. Why’d you ask the question if you won’t believe the answer? Why’d you ask the question? Officer, may I mistake emergent aggression for undivided protection?
If you’re part of our clan, you’ll never watch your back again. Listen in, the new professionals have got a plan. Sure, it smarts, trusting us thus far. Listen, I’m your new professional.
Guilty of ghosting, flagrantly floating. Easy to anger. I love you to death, so I’ll probably end up dead. Why’d you wear the button if you bet against the team? Why’d you grind your voice down shouting? My opponents pawns his purpose, pugnacious skirting that ends in partisan flirting.
If you're not quick to talk, they'll never let you talk at all. Listen in, the new professionals have got a plan. Sure, it smarts, trusting us thus far. Listen, I’m your new professional.
Entering the fray every waking day. That’s why I don’t wake sometimes. Cutting in and out, circuitry half gutted. That’s why I don’t play like the toys you made. They’re strutting to the new kids walking your walk, and the new professionals have got a plan. Listen, I’m your new professional.
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Alone with Girls
03:24
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Put ‘er there, pals, right on the mouth. That’s where you start a kiss off. In a skeleton suit, tonguing the boot. Who is responsible here? Caterwaul to the window and back with a poison well for a bubble bath. Shouldn’t it make you cry when your right hand steps out with your old time?
No, no, no, you’re not my bro. In fact, no one should want that distinction. Riding one cool breeze under seventy degrees to keep high ‘til I’m over it. High ‘til I’m well over you.
Bandage the aspens, dumb as molasses. They hibernate half of the year. Hatchback in blue, I’m bruising you, too, so who is responsible here?
That’s something that I’d like—to find a big, pink boulder I could claim alone for life. My fortune told me to beware of joining teams. I wanna be alone. I wanna be alone. I wanna be alone with all the girls I know.
Guess I’ll hide ‘til I’m over it. I’ll hide ‘til I’m over it, hide ‘til I hail over you.
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Moving In
04:35
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Was it something I said got him listening in? What was started mumbling softly turned to catching feelings again. Now I’m taking a freshman to prom, ‘cause that’s the only way I get to put him in a song. And he’s the type I wanna write a song about, the kind that makes me wanna stick around after the dance is done.
Once thought all love was affliction but I know we’re moving in, ‘cause close is how close I wanna get. In spite of frightful predictions, yeah, I know—we’re moving in, ‘cause close is how close I wanna get. I’m sick of telekinetic loneliness. I want a home where you are. We’re moving in, ‘cause close is how close I wanna get.
Though we started talking slowly, soon he was finishing sentences for me. I’m taking a freshman to prom, ‘cause that’s the only way I get to put him in a song. And he’s the type I wanna write a song about, the kind that makes me wanna stick around after the dance is done.
Once thought all love was affliction, but I know we’re moving in, ‘cause close is how close I wanna get.
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You Hate The Title
02:13
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You hate the title, but you’re digging the song. You like it in theory, but it’s rubbing you wrong. You wouldn’t have wrote it, but you’re singing along. You hate the title.
I can’t, I can’t, with your “Just can’t even”s. Tinker with the levels ‘til we’re even-stevens. I blush ‘til I blemish when I think I done wrong, and you hate the title.
Bust out the shades ‘cause I shine when I rust, a crystalline compound in an oxygen rut. Are cruel intentions so sincerely a crime? If I blood let my bad thoughts, birds circle above. And you hate the title. Yeah, you hate the title.
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Speedy Ortiz Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Speedy Ortiz is: Sadie Dupuis | Andy Molholt | Audrey Zee Whitesides | Joey Doubek
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