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Ectoplasm
00:34
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Messengers
04:12
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It was noon in the summer when the police shot him
"Stagger Lee, reincarnate" is what the cops called him
A trembling hand with big ideas, which killed his wife and her man
Stagger Lee in the Flesh in Southern California
He hit a rock going 90 in the dessert
Had blowout and was forced to pull over
He grabbed the Colt and put the barrel to his head
In the midst of all the sirens from the cop cars
He heard the quiet muffled beats from his wife's heart
The last time she had kissed him when she loved him for real
Yeah, now he knows what you shouldn't know
It never starts, it never ends, no
He thinks out loud
"I've waited my whole damn life to turn my whole damn life around
If this is it, well, they gotta fight
I'm taking every last one of them fuckers down."
Stagger Lee quickly opens up his car door
Sticks his left hand out waving in surrender
He hides a smile and a death wish with a fully loaded gun
Seven cops with their fingers on their triggers
Sweaty palms, grinding teeth, and foggy aviators
Stagger Lee pulls the hammer back and dives into sun
He hits the ground with a barrel roll
He unloads the clip
Three cops hit the ground
The other four greet Stagger with his death
I'm so thankful
I'm so grateful
You afforded me to be born again
Another chance to make her my lover
I'll make it right this time next life
And since you shot me, since you killed me
I'll haunt you in between
And I'll possess your wife and kids
I'll make it so you can't forget
I'll be coming back for her again, in flesh
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Snake Oil
06:32
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I met a girl today
Her hair smelled like lemonade
Something sweet, yeah something sour
Something that would turn kings into cowards
But she ain't different, no, she's just the same
She likes secrets, she wants my pain
So I asked her out
We had nothing to talk about
It was no secret one had to whisper
I think I kinda dug her sister
I ask my friends; “What the hell happened to me?”
They say "Hey man, you're just the same"
I'm not singing for you
You think I’m telling when I’m not telling the truth
Dope sick, tongue tied, blood letting blues
I'm not singing for you
I saw my old lady down at the the grocery store
I said “Who you buying them groceries for?"
She said, “It ain't your business no more"
“I don't care; what's his name?”
She says "Baby ,you just got yourself to blame."
I shut up, I just got sick
I feel hell much more than shame
I say out loud, "I just got myself to blame."
Like I was singing, I’m not singing
I was never singing for you
My tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you
It pierced my lips as it shot from my mouth towards you
Your flesh swelled up and turned purplish blue
Stuck in your neck; trembling, blood clotting bruise
I saw you last night at the bar we used to visit
Drinking with some prick, though you would never, admit it
And though I agree with you, I should be committed
Though I’d never admit it, yeah I’d rather be committed to:
White walls, no hope-nightmare delusions of you
I’m gurgling backwards, shape-shifting fluids for you
A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June
I’ll flood your wedding day romantically removed from the truth
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Angels
05:23
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The salty air of July '96
I bought a 12 speed just to impress a chick
Back in '96
We’re eating ice cream at the docks
You let it drip all down your chin
You want me to lick it off
I rode my bike all night just to see you
Across the bridge outside of Point Pleasant, in the night
People would say "There’s that boy, there’s that boy again!"
There’s that boy in the night
People would say "There’s that boy in the night."
The summer breeze of August '96
I spent my nights out late at night a bit
For the hell of it
She’s two years older than myself
Sandy hair with the face of an angel
Dancing all by herself
By 9 PM we were fixed on the boardwalk
Promises brooding with doubt and resilience, what a beautiful night
People would say "There’s that boy and that girl again!"
There’s those two in the night!
People would say "There’s that boy in the night."
Yeah
I don’t believe we ever spoke again
The summer flames of 1996, now smoldering ashes
People would say that they had someone like that
To love only at night
But not like that girl, not like my best nights
No
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Never Dead
06:07
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Laying here in bed
The nurse wheeled you in
Is this happening?
No, I've seen your face before
Standing at my door
But that was fifty years ago
And I don't know if it is true
Or is it really you?
Is my mind just reeling these pictures of you?
You said: "Sailor, yes it's me,”
“I’ve waited for this day and I love you."
Fifty years, love you
It took a short moment but my soul remembers
The day we first met in brisk November
My life had changed, I never felt the same
I realized it then but I know for sure now
We were never born, we were never dead
And I've loved you so many lives before
Baby, take a look, now I'm old and crazy
For all that I know I'm hallucinating
But I was crazy when I met you, guess nothing changes
Including all the charm in our two old faces
And the dreams we both built
We are always chasing the same hospital, Babe
It's me
Baby, it's me
I'm here love
And if you don't believe I'll kiss your cheek
I'll climb into your bed underneath the sheets
And we'll call it quits together
And that's ok by me
You can read whole book but there's always one chapter
That'll change your whole life and forever after
You had a baby, I was scared and angry
I chose to leave your life, I thought I didn't belong there
The worst thing I did in the last fifty years
Now I'm begging you, in the hospital
So if I told you we live forever
Would you ever believe?
Twelve thousand years and I can remember
You always end up with me
So let us lie here warm together
And turn the light out in peace
Cause then the next life will be such a pleasure
As we build our new dream!
And if I told you that I remember
Would you ever believe?
I love you more than forever
But now it's time for sleep.
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Never Born
05:31
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I fell in love at second sight
At the end of the night
I told you "You’re beautiful."
Yeah, I wanted to
Days are getting colder, felt the winter strangle the fall
Your birthday then Christmas, another year has come and gone
Then it was spring and I couldn’t wait to take you out dancing
The sickness, the darkness consumed my forsaken soul
Then it was June, but you weren’t around, I wanted to find you
You told me not to look so damn hard, but I did
Like you right from the start
Your baby teeth just chewing and gnawing my heart
Just wouldn’t let it go
I didn’t want you to
I shrugged off my armor, my weapons, and denounced my faith
I’m coming to get you, God be damned if he gets in my way
Cause if he does, I’ll cut him in thirds
I’ll cough up a prayer for him
My blood damns you Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost
Then I’ll wage war against anyone that dares to stop me from
I’ll find you, I'll rescue you from the light my love
Feel the heat of their blood on the side of my throat
I can’t get their taste off my tongue
I chewed through the bones, killed their kids, burned their homes
I felt their sharp soot in my lungs
But you told me "No," you left me because you just couldn’t love me.
But baby, its too late; they’re all dead. What the hell did I do?
What if you stayed? What if you did? What if you wanted to?
I’m sorry I loved you, it’s all I think about.
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Trophy Scars Morristown, New Jersey
Post-whatever, psych-soaked blues. Est. 2002, NJ.
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