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Kim Cattrall
03:18
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You S02
03:37
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Falling in love with LA, where the cars cut you off from the right lane. Love cuts the profit today. Buckle up in your helltrap with no escape, with no escape, with no escape, with no escape.
It’s no small claim to say you lost your touch. So give a hand for every vintage popped on your dime. Build the bonds with plasticine, kicked back without needs.
Falling in love with LA, where a wash and fold quiets your enemies. Suck up’s deluxe with your stay. Every Friday you pan out. Now what’s at stake if your star descends? Another helltrap takes you in.
Law of the land’s not in layman’s. Showdowns are show, not worth payment. Dead letter office got your friends united. Couldn’t help but wonder why.
It’s no small claim to say your acolyte is a voice in your head you drown out when your work’s not sitting right. Head to your weekend home, pass out for the strike. Is this what love’s like?
Falling in love with LA where the cars cut you off from the right lane. The hills give a kiss for good luck. Just an arch of the lips, acting nice as fuck. Laughing like fair play’s a joke, cuz the dive bar plays sob songs your buddy wrote. Ready for notes? The love you claim is for no one other than you and cronies who excuse your mess. Now sit your ass down.
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Scabs
02:51
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Born-to-scab solipsists are boogying for big commission. Yes in your backyard you take handshake squeezes to extremes. Nihilistic greeting to a flytrap hungry for a fist. Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk.
Who do you wanna prove you’re a big dog to? You turn the screw, but you’re using the wrong size tool. (Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me.)
If we’re adults then why macromanage every conviction? (Don’t talk to me.) Breaks are out till feet below. Four on floor in plague and snow. (Don’t talk to me.) Storm atop a broke umbrella. Plans of the universe are not clear to you. Don’t talk.
Who do you wanna prove you’re a big dog to? You turn the screw but you’re using the wrong size tool. (Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk.)
Keep the lines moving, we’re all supposing you’ll shoot your shot in space. No ostentation—help me help make sense of revenge in my veins, revenge in my veins.
Taunting me with comment slop. Monosyllables exhaust so don’t talk, don’t talk. (Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me.)
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Plus One
03:16
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Three weeks you lived next door, and only now just thought to float your head around, ask me what’s up. All the puzzle pieces laid out in the street, soaked in the acid rain, trampled by both our feet.
Go on without me now, a tattoo on your back. Cotton swabs and vinegar sometimes take the scratch out. Meant a lot to you, once upon a ride. But I’m on the ground tonight.
Songs are for telling and records for show. Stole my split necklace half to see where I’d help you go. The other piece, it doesn’t fit where I hoped.
Go on without me now, a tattoo on your lip. Sucker punched to pucker up, can’t forget the swelling. Meant a lot when you were hauling a long con. When I say long, I mean so long.
Don my petticoat. Lace around my throat holding up my head, no good thoughts in it.
Day trip to the lakeside with sick in your mouth. Share it with playboys whose names you still can’t get down. Yellow bellied, sunning to white. All the puzzle pieces don’t change how you like.
Go on without me now. A tattoo on your thigh taught you to put one foot first. How’s the other, lagging behind? Said a lot when you stayed backstage for the show. Call me when you need a plus zero.
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Cry Cry Cry
04:26
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Pressure, power, buyer beware. Rabbit rabbit. Meet me out there.
Lie of lies. Three ways to cry lost on me–a cactus, bristling, inflexible through lifetime specials.
Three ways to cry, and one is silence. He couldn’t see tears have meaning. A red flower caught in a crosswind it can’t withstand.
I know my way round the stats on pain, but I never stop and feel it. Cut my hand, make a blood pact, then when I bite my tongue I’ll mean it.
Pressure, power, buyer beware. Rabbit rabbit. Meet me out there.
Beauty unravels, better get raptured. Keep your theories quiet when driven. Terminal midnight, switched at the next flight. Take advantage when they’re giving.
Wednesdays, always like a firemen’s parade that downplays the risk when you mess with flames.
I’m all-knowing like the black box pulled from the crash I research nightly just to keep from a half night’s sleep. Do I still deserve my sanity? Make my way down the path of pain but I never stop to see it. Cut my hand, make a blood pact, then when I bite my tongue I’ll mean it.
Pressure, power, buyer beware. Rabbit rabbit. Meet me out there. Pressure, power, buyer beware. Rabbit rabbit. Meet me out there.
Tears on the nightstand, highball in the upper hand. Guess I’m clear, whichever card’s chosen.
Endless scroll through the shadows known to me only as “acquaintance.” Got five bucks by the jukebox and now I’m down to confess secrets. I know my way round the stats on pain but I never stop and feel it. I’m coming for your neck. I never stop and feel it. I’m coming for your neck. Never stop and feel it.
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Ballad of Y & S
03:03
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Time to say goodbye to my double, platinum from summer. Wiped a nose bleed—with my white jean jacket fringe—from the stress of this martyrdom. Ha ha ha ha.
Welcome to my stash, potent colors I make predominant. Turn the blue brights off when passing out of an abundance of passion.
I am an artist and I am for hire, taking materials out of the pyre. Working for lovers hunting for meaning. You can take it from me.
At the Victory Bar, there’s a neon in serifs I admire. Scratch the logo off the matchbook ‘fore I do my face up for rush hour.
I am an artist with keys to the city in my possession once everyone leaves. Working for pundits unsure of their feelings. You can take them from me. You can take them from me. Ha ha ha ha.
I am an artist, I’ll say whatever. Drinking the cool whip, maniacally chattering. I’m an artist, two times with feelings. Can you take them from me? Can you take them from me? Can you take them from me? Can you take them from me? Ha ha ha ha.
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Kitty
02:28
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While you sleep, the kitty-corner neighbor is burning up her lot. How do you stay so quietly wrapped up when she’s screaming, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want!”? All of my bad dreams run like errands now: rang too high a shift tab up and got called out, or I fly to the wrong city while you wait on another continent.
Minor years occasionally with night terrors. Hypervigilance kept me up for drag races at 3 o’clock, over the potholes and the trolley tracks. Wouldn’t wanna sacrifice my hours like that, but wishing you a sweet dream makes me desperate. And I’m known for latching on till the sour end reveals its forwarding address.
I’m top 10, so don’t go off my grid again. Waiting around till the sour end gives out for good. That’s life, I guess.
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Who's Afraid of the Bath
04:22
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X was waiting for me in the service lot, like I thought. All night offering overkill, nothing I’d ever want. Had to type up in detail exactly what happened, and where. In case things ever escalate, we need proof that he scared me
Hard to say what happens, but they keep on coming up with stories about our past—though we share in none, don’t know each other. I’m underwater and soundless. Never betray that I’m sinking down bathwater he threw me in. Facing facts, he’s one of many.
Don’t wear a ponytail. If you can help it, don’t go alone. That clown doesn’t work here anymore, but there’s no way to stop him coming out to the gig if he paid for a ticket tonight. Barks in my ear like an extinction burst. Ignore it, alright?
Hard to say what happens but they keep on coming up with stories about our past, though we share in none, don’t know each other. I’m underwater and soundless. Never betray that I’m sinking down bathwater he drew. Being honest, others draw it too.
Please speak only what’s real to me or the static takes over. Z would hit their head on a cabinet, wake up, ask me what I’d done. Calls came from different numbers, faking like they were downstairs. Had to type up in detail exactly what happened and where.
Hard to say what happens but they keep on coming up with stories about our past—though we share in none, don’t know each other. Taking the honest way out: all your projections are not about me. Wet, shivering. Wring me out, I’m not for pleasure.
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Ranch vs. Ranch
03:01
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By god I swallow when it’s in my face rather than hawking out a spit-take taste. Replace my predecessor, overblown. No little bunny wears a rabbit skin coat.
Bee sting started me transforming, crawling out of my skin till I came out kinda great. Fly by, killer on the night sky. Wings an invocation. Come on baby, sting back.
Not every videotape needs rewinding. Up to your neck, misidentified. Hector the leader till he’s lobbying hard. Why should a puppy drink the hair of the dog?
Bee sting started me transforming, crawling out of my skin till I came out kinda great. Turnstile, terminate my old self. Fuck off, my cackle shimmers like some crystal. Fly by, killer on the night sky. Hit me with your best try.
Circle the differences between the pages. Sometimes the image really is the same. A little lambchop resists the pull. It’s not the sheep who’s gotta sport the wool. So what’s the takeaway fit for my tongue? Let’s split the legwork and need not run. It isn’t luxury you need to float. No little bunny wears a rabbit skin coat.
Bee sting started me transforming, crawling out of my skin. Look, I came out kinda great. Fly by, killer. Fly by, killer. Fly by, killer. Fly by, killer killer.
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Emergency & Me
02:49
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Exit on 90, an ear upon my mindfulness audiobook rallies me after hours. Conflict, even when parenthetic, makes hiding out my favorite use for cars. I’m so defenseless. I worship infographics. Now the year’s up, lessons were left unspent. With regrets, I barricade the exits, fix my oxygen last in emergency. Emergency, that’s you and me.
Freeze the frozen. (Emergency.) Kick the sun out into the mountains. (You and me.) Striking first like that’s victimhood. (Emergency.) Freeze the frozen and play possum—for how long?
Underneath my desk, prayers and thoughts are pointless. Borealis whispers, but the lights burn. You see it? One aspect of a silhouette keeps your vision blurred past a safe return.
Freeze the frozen. (Emergency.) Kick the sun out into the mountains. (You and me.) Striking first like that’s victimhood. (Emergency.) Freeze the frozen and play possum—for how long?
Emergency, you and me.
I’m so embarrassed, I danced around my ethics. Now my cardiac’s blowing up my spot. The message you garner from a legend is never wow. Leave me now, hot shot.
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The Sunday
03:20
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Cross out the ending: Sunday’s coming Monday. Swap in the start, Monday’s next to impossible. Prone on a glue trap I placed down. Only chronic action gnaws me out.
Ask me anything, even if it’s painful. Come back on Monday, validate your patience. Drain a couple cans in the noon heat. Only need the flattery semi-weekly. Bandaid on my ego: it’s peeling.
Practice my act on a beam going on top of our tallest building. Drumming as hard as I can. I want the power and my beat is dangerous, puncturing the sky.
Sunday’s coming Monday. Treat me for constant 180s. X-ray’s in my shape but it isn’t me. Circle past the weekend, take my demons swimming again.
Practice my act on a beam going on top of our tallest building. Drumming as hard as I can. I want the power and my beat is dangerous. Yes, I want the power and I think I’m made for it. Clouds across the sky.
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Brace Thee
05:29
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Drawn to the chain of horses and their smell of ire. I’m never coming back now, but it was a nice try. Shine a flash in the corner where you gloved my pulse. Destroy all of my photographs. What you did, we both remember.
Treachery—though I braced for all the tipped scales, head slams, poisonings. Can’t brace for centuries. Sorrow opened up the void. All the shapes you backed me into, an outline I cannot shake off. But with praise washing over me, I’m fine.
Wait for a moon with lightning. Veil the tired thirst. You’re gonna end the world. I know you ended mine first.
Treacherous. Trust: something I’m sorry I once gave you. Treachery—though I braced for all the tipped scales, head slams, poisonings. I can’t protect me. But with praise washing over me, I’m fine. With praise washing over me, I’m fine.
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Ghostwriter
02:21
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Song of the wandering idiot’s our song. The criminal element left some stones unturned, their coats in my car. For every river a drawbridge, for every motion an adjective. Every nickel I’m dimed, water logging my slime.
How to grow up? Lately I don’t really push much. I’m tired of anger. How to move on? Even comets are staying in one spot. I’m tired of anger.
Lickety split, got lost components. So I get tight with customer service, take a backwards road, say thank you with omens. For every white lie I got a gray one and a reason for every failure. Every nickel I’m dimed, I just take it offline.
How to grow up? Lately I don’t really push much. I’m tired of anger. How to move on when the ocean is coming up strong? I’m tired of anger. How do I let go? Yank a dandelion and blow. I’m trying, I’m trying. Trying.
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Speedy Ortiz Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Speedy Ortiz is: Sadie Dupuis | Andy Molholt | Audrey Zee Whitesides | Joey Doubek
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