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Everything you do
Will make you separate
From the lovers that you choose
Now your dreams are too confusing
I can't remember what I'm loosing
Cause everything you do
Will make you more like
All the drugs that you abuse
And now its easy to forget, huh?
Every reason to forget her, oh
Forget the phone
The smirking tigers ate their own
Now you know who sleeps alone
(And if I were you)
I would keep the truth
For them and you
She called me on the phone
And all I heard was the bang, bang, bang!
The radio hit the floor
And I could tell that she wanted more
I'll let you use your mouth
To show me what love's all about
My tongue against your thighs tonight
Match maker, math maker
Make me a match
Conceived through a window
Discovered in math
Inhale all the colors
And cough out a map
These demons aren't stopping
This brilliant blood bath
Behind eyes
Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
It's saying things that you'll never forget
I could have said
All the things that make us sad
But never again
I think our mouths are just too fast
Through that porcelain crack
I can see she just wants nothing to fall
But it's all gonna fall
I swear to God, if it weren't for the fall...
We just wouldn't fall
Let's stand tall
And fall
Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
I bet you guessed I'm the best to forget
Well, I'm feeling fine
Between your legs
Just let me sleep here
For a few more days
Watch my tongue move, and give me credit
I've cheated language, don't you dare forget it
With no one out here, this town begins to feel so small
Swans and opaque colors, these towns seem to me so dull
Her face in scotch tape and covered in gauze
I swear to God, if it weren't for the Fall these leaves would seem so fucking far
I'm a little boy
Just a little kid
But I'm my own damn man
With my own damn plans
I'm glad you left me.
Goddamn.
Match maker, match maker
Spark up a match
Covered in color
Dissected in math
In flies an angel
Who's back from the past
The deadness of winter
Distilled in a glass
Behind eyes
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Hey Kiddo!
03:58
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It's three AM and I got to get the fuck out of here
There's people calling me
There's a girl calling my phone
She's still at the bar I had just left
And I, I wont go back
No, I won't go back in
She has a boy back where she's from
Which constitutes a set of rules that
I can't conform to
OH!
She plays the game! She's playing games
I'm doing drugs and doing fine
Ok, ok?
Hey, flip that morbid coin!
I'll take this chance one more time
I'm already dead, I'm already dead
All those words, these bones, my corpse it said:
Oh my God!
Please say "no"!
Please say "no"!
No, No, No
She came over
She's drunk, I'm drunk and I'm sold
Please let go!
Please kiddo.
Let go of my throat
Please let go?
I'm trying to cough my self to sleep
And you are way too sweet to me
I can't say "no"
But I want to
Oh, I want to
I wish I could
But I don't know how to
If you'd let me
I would touch you
Kiss your stomach
And feel your hips move
And now we're getting too close
Yeah, she's getting real close
I can tell that she's been out of control tonight
Now, she's touching my mouth
She's getting rid of her pants
I can't begin to begin to think about touching her... you know
She's a girl that I could really marry
Settle down and have a couple kids with
No divorce; there are only happy endings
This sin will kiss and give and kiss again
Oh my God!
Oh my God! Oh my God! (yeah)
Please don't move!
There's a spider on you.
Take him out
Take him down, you take him out!
Take him out, now!
Fuck these dreams
What do they mean?
Where are you from?
What are they sayin'?
What do ya say?
Everybody... Let's sing it all together now!
That girl is the most
That girl is a ghost
It's five AM and I gotta get myself into bed
I'm back at home
I'm better alone, yeah
Dear Danielle, I'm writing you to tell you that I
I want to be good
I wanted to kiss you
I swear I won't give up on giving up when I'm not
Really ready or
Really supposed to
It's ok if you don't understand. I don't
Understand it
Quite, myself
And even though
We both know
We talk and talk and outline our bodies in chalk
We both agree
That this should be easy... shouldn't it?
Couldn't it?
What do you say? What do you say?
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The cops in this city are making a problem.
Embellishing this pulse,
And losing their conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run through the fields,
Burn through the fields,
Blaze through the fields,
And feel all the words you can steal.
Comforting closets and mirrors beside them
Are converting the choir to worship my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run through the fields,
Burn through the fields,
Blaze through the fields,
And steal all the words you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and pink plastic capsules;
You'd never know how far he'd go until he's gone.
Taking that razor to sharpen your teeth and...
Five fingers, goddamn!
Four fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies sitting on keys,
Which little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is kiss your neck and see how your body sweats.
Oh please honey, scream my name!
Please, Please, Please
Just take that razor and cut out those teeth 'til...
Five fingers, goddamn!
Four fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies sitting on keys,
Which little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
Welcome to the wild, wild East!
I want to go to the town below to see if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I can't attack.
I want to find a body that can't be seen;
It will be all the envy of the birds and bees.
It's a big word, heart attack.
Rabbit and Piglet and Whinnie The Pooh,
That old Owl and Eeyore too,
Their cake is served with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't know how to stop them...
So many problems and no time to solve them.
He's a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing across the blue ceilings:
Skies at our wedding, and seas when you're leaving.
I hope the ring will fit.
These wounds fit my tongue like my hand in a glove.
Don't you spill your milk when push comes to shove.
Life's a big word, so attack.
I want to go to the hell below,
See if I can cast a shadow to hold,
Though it's nothing.
I want to be the boy that can't be seen;
I'm just to envious of the birds and bees.
She's too damn cute: I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I just can't make any sense.
These lyrics are pretentious and affected at best.
And I'm full of it, but I can't stop now.
I'm so tired of writing about girls I don't know.
"The ink starts to run when my blood gets too cold."
These metaphors are my weak attempts.
So picture me smiling on top such tall buildings;
Such tragic endings for bad luck, bad timings.
I hope they let me slip.
I get so fed up with my own selfish self.
I keep bluffing away on shitty hands that I am dealt -
It's romantic, but it's cheap.
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Who slipped this drug in my drink?
Who are you?
And what do you want?
With a face like that, I bet you can trust yourself.
With a face like that you can trust these cats to behave themselves.
Oh no! Oh no!
You only say my name whenever you're on top.
It doesn't make us even so obviously we're not
Over this together and nobody is getting caught.
Timmy's at the bar now fixing himself a scotch.
A child that sleeps swats the blood from his face.
Come now, my sweetie, you know there's nothing to say.
He's been eating his tongue for the last couple days;
Now he won't help you lick the spit off your plate.
A child that dreams saws the sweat off his face.
A child that dreams chews the shine off a blade.
A child that dreams rides a swan in the lake.
A child that dreams cuts her face into lace.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh...
And if you ever want to look for him,
If you ever want to start again -
He's just a phone call away.
He's just a train stop away.
He's just a note on your grave.
He's a scar in your brain.
He's a match in the rain.
He's a corpse with no name.
He's got crude grammar and nothing to say.
Milk dripping from her spine all night, that's right.
That cat holds on to baby's bones.
This cat talks on the telephone.
That cat sits in the bar alone.
This cat sings in a microphone,
"Oh, Oh, I don't need a drink or your sympathy;
Just show me which way to a pharmacy!"
Then he got off stage,
And he ran outside.
He's been dying to meet you alright!
I'm gonna remember her dress that cold winter,
her hand in the blender, returned the sender.
Where was she going, her mouth wasn't moving?
It was just like a movie, but what was I doing?
Was it Egypt or coffee that got me to thinking
"I want other women; I need something different?"
The sky is your limit so don't be so rigid or
rehearse all those questions; remember, forget it.
You know she won't think twice tonight.
Oh my sweetie pie, I like your lips, I love your eyes.
Don't look back and don't think twice; continue writing lullabies.
It doesn't hurt within this hearse to moan out loud and fuck these words.
Go. Try to leave.
I want you throw up my name.
It burns once you've learned
It only hurts worse when you squirm.
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I read it in a book, my biased dirty looks.
"Unhand me, you crook."
I saw it in her face;
She made a big mistake.
That word's not hers to take, no.
This is the joke, so listen up close:
Those bodies below are people you know.
Dig them all up,
Connect all the dots,
And see what you got...
Not a whole lot... A lot, a lot, a lot
All that he knows is all that she is:
A quiet small girl with some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, It's personal, it's personal.
So stop listening in!."
I can argue all night in the cold
Over TV static and snow or the hum on the radio.
Listen for john 'cause here comes a solo.
He plays all the right chords.
We argue over the same two words: Spiders thrown.
It's so unofficial
but it's all over the fuckin' news!
That you still don't believe
that you gotta sit down and listen to me
For one more second!
It's so unofficial, but it's all over the news!
You gotta sit down and really listen!
You gotta sit down and really listen to me!
For two seconds, buddy!
One more time! Let me sing it to you!
It's all over the news! And it's so unofficial, John.
We gotta talk about this one, pal.
We gotta talk about this one.
This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh yeah I'm a dreamer.
I'm taking the next train to Florida where it's warmer.
I won't argue any longer over spiders.
They say it's easy when you're the one who's leaving.
So I guess we're fucking even, right?
Sit the fuck down and shut up!
I need to say a couple things to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's this song?"
I can't remember my teeth and my skin.
"Why the grin?" I'm still knee deep in sin.
Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious with pencils,
A market a staple, awkward and able,
A cowboy who reads much to much noise,
And I can't keep from drinking when I'm out with the boys
Over "Spiders thrown."
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Lesson 3
05:59
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OK, so listen: I like my life a lot.
It's a shame that these sharks got my leg and won't stop.
They won't stop, they won't stop, they won't stop -
They're on top.
Keep them from biting and make sure my bedroom door's still locked.
Oh, look at the clock.
You should practice these things by yourself.
I know these words really hurt but they help.
And I'm doing the best that I can
To make a spell in this sand;
To be with my family and friends;
We're too many means without ends.
I thought you died in that car?
I swore I saw your broken arms,
But now that you're here there's no harm.
Got a magicians touch, and his charm.
There are so many words in this song
That let me know that I'm wrong.
You never really were gone;
My writing changes those thoughts.
Do you understand what I mean?
It was only writing for me,
But my ink spills you on the page -
Through this change, I've been saved.
Holy water just wont do it;
It's just too easy to see right through it.
It takes some time and some discipline
In our respective fields of medicine.
I walked into a Laundromat and lit up a cigarette.
A woman said, "Extinguish that. You can't smoke in here."
But I can, and I am,
And I'm so separated from my own awkward body.
I'm stretching out to clear a pool of water.
An open invitation - to us from the oceans.
Alchemy is fun.
You see you don't need to change things;
Things change themselves:
From metal to gold, from raindrops to snow.
It just so happens the snow will change us all.
Ironic how these bones can't handle the fall.
Nostalgia dies every time we lie about some details we hide -
Cause the truth truly hurts sometimes.
So don't you cry.
Don't keep me up all night.
Don't say that you're all right when the truth is you're not all right.
Don't you understand that alchemy is not about the life we lead?
It's all about the change in things.
It's getting harder every day -
Hard for me to breath:
It's hard enough to breathe.
I want to change things.
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Lesson 4
01:44
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It just so happens the snow will change us all.
Ironic how these bones can't handle the fall.
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Trophy Scars Morristown, New Jersey
Post-whatever, psych-soaked blues. Est. 2002, NJ.
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