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wreck tangled
01:30
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you type your poems, breathing
i’m up here reading, seething
i hope this is right & okay
i hope you don’t leave me today
your face a rectangled smile
my tangled hair stays down all night
i woke up, watched you sleep for awhile
but some mis-use is alright
directions send wind along paths
i’d like us to take a long bath
but winds blow you this way and that
and they’re better than i am
so let me take you where the convolvuli lie
take me where the birds above paris fly
oh your face a rectangled smile
but you’re nuts to be having a blue period picasso
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reading hell chipmunk
03:02
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we eat and we sleep and we fuck and we breathe
and we smile at each other and you talk to my brother
and we all laugh, yea we all die
and one of these days one of us is gonna make the other sigh
i hope it’s not me
nobody wants to see us kiss
it’s pretty disgusting
i know how it is, hannah
i’ll see you in hell
we’ll be doing pretty well cause we’ll be away from this dark
place where we freak each other out
and maybe you’ll say hi and i’ll look down
or maybe i’ll say hi and you’ll look the other way through the flames
but at least we’ll be safe from that boy in the sky
i take you outside just to see how it feels
i tell you a lie just to prove that i’m real
i send love letters too soon and then
oh did i even send it yet?
goddamn bad haircut boy
but i’ll never have the reaction you want
i don’t care how handsome you are
something chipmunk, chipped tooth
but i’m just planted here
you’re either really real
or you’re trying really hard
well it doesn’t matter either way
fuck you it’s working!
he’s off to work and i’m off to work
and my thoughtless jerking around makes me sick
and probably you too but i do think real things besides you
i just cant prove it, i just don’t want to
something chipmunk right now i just want you
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wound up
01:00
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i love you but i’m still haunted by wounds from other boys
still freckled by things far back and mere
some are still nearly gaping
but not with love, just with having been undone
and never explained
all the love of you in the cosmos couldn’t close me up
so don’t even try
just de-robe with me and widen my eyes
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cryb aby
00:49
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crybaby kiss no one else
i hate my body i hate my self
crybaby kiss someone else
i hate my brain i hate my self
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joejoe beauty
02:39
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i am not well-dressed, i look like a mess, and we fuck we touch
you look like a horse, you’re already bored, we’re banging heads on the floor
gaping twin bed dreams, 5th avenue screams, but you’re beaming between
he’s around my neck, you’re singing what the heck, cause it turns out i’m not what you expect
i know you love me, but sometimes it seems, i’m just part of some scheme
walked a pretty mile, along your long cold smile, got home safe earthquake
she’s around my neck, what the heck, turns out i’m not what you expect
you’re a beauty, won’t you growl at me, bite my booty won’t you kick me?
joejoe you’re a beauty, won’t you howl at me, kick my booty, won’t you kiss me?
just the other day i woke up in santa fe you were growling at me
you’re a knockout in my pink sweater ‘cause it brings out your lipstick better and everybody sees
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weave got it made
01:58
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my simpleton smells like cigarettes, welcome to the spring in your step
today it is warm, somebody call debbie harry she needs to be warned
daddy’s doing yoga, papas doing yoga
so i’m here collapsing
passing time passing
and i suddenly slipped into my own memory
oh the poetic trials of being dimensional
why flowery boy
why don’t you climb into me later?
switchblade heart breaker
my simple boy smells like cigarettes, welcome to the spring in your step
he is a protector wolf, not a preying one
i pray that you stay that way
my boy is made out of hay
we’ve got it made
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underwater aaron, guess what i am wearing?
your daddie’s coat, it smells like smoke
hey ronnie tell me a story
i’m feeling sorry please don’t ignore me
i’m running out of chords, i sound like such a bore
i’m running out of friend, i dreamt that will got famous
half a mile from your house, i can’t wait to kiss your mouth
everybody loves a cat, why you gotta be like dat?
what is ronnie? what is ben? who are all these
handsome men
i was so high and happy you liked arthur russell
thought about you so hard i pulled a brain muscle
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michael(le)
03:11
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creatures crawl into our heads
sallow boy has shaved his legs
well if she’s born with the wrong parts
how could god be so goddamn smart?
aliens and devils communicate
and my baby’s running late
sometimes when i really feel
i think a god must be real
pin pricks are annoying but a knife’ll do fine
and the bus never comes but i do sometimes
sometimes when i really feel
i know god must not be real
creatures crawl into our heads
sallow boy has shaved his legs
well how could god be so goddamn smart
if you’re born with the wrong parts?
all i want to be holding
is your hand in the morning
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my friend vitti used to always smoke cigarettes out my window
but then one day she sent me a letter saying she moved to france
she still shows up once in a while, she never has a warning but she always has a smile
and an overcoat and she always smokes cigarettes out that window
i say vitti my girl whats the point while you’re here you might as well smoke a joint
and she says she doesn’t like to change the way her brain works
vitti, i say it won’t be like last time i promise you won’t go out of your mind
she says it’s not worth a try
she tells me about this boy she’s staying with in Nice who let her give him tattoos on his knees that match hers
they read: pippi longstocking
sometime vitti leaves in the middle of the night
vitti really hate saying goodbyes but i don’t mind
cause i’ve got this boy now who smokes cigarettes out that window
i’ve got this boy now
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five first loves
02:43
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sometimes i hate watching mom and dad
but boy am i glad to ask you every day if you’re real
love is not a thing it’s just how i feel
five first loves
wearing carhartt gloves
15 dogs on a wall
i wanna kiss em all
5 first loves
two of em are wearing carhartt gloves
3 of em are holding guitars
2 of em have arm scars
1 of them never loved me back
all of them never loved me back
i don’t know who i hate worse
you or your best friend
cause i’ve never had 5 first loves like i love aaron
i dreamt i lost my shoes
i dreamt i couldn’t see you
i saw him in my bed
i hurt you in my head
dreams are a scary place
dreams are leather with lace
dreams are a gnarly cunt
dreams are a fucked up stunt double of real life
fraternal twin dead wife
a baby in my body
a lady in your body
five first loves
wearing carhartt gloves
16 dogs on a wall
i wanna kiss em all
first kiss by the river
fall in love every winter
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grizzle never dies
01:46
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you said always
i said never
i took your hand like a feather
you tolerate me, you wont conflate me
everyones angry, i’m not angry
i miss joey, he doesn’t know me
i got new skateboard wheels, just trying to be real
i saw the future, we’re all losers
lord knows you’re a charmer, i’ll just be a farmer
you got ur red coat on, what am i doing wrong?
i don’t know what it is, i wanna feel the grizz
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no sleep 2012
02:28
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do what you want to me, do what you want
i got these black eye and they’re lit from above
and i got red eyes and i’m falling apart
i got dark eyes and i just need love
i screwed up, i’m screwed in
getting in the way just means getting in my head
and love isn’t love until one of us is dead
an existential crisis is so fucking trite
fuck these suited loft-bedded boys with their white wine,
smooth hair, good eyes
sweet-talking icicle, she doesn’t know yet she doesn’t know
glass, silver, bowtie eyes
kill me despicable vulgar spy
meanwhile
owen doesn’t love me i have a brother who doesn’t love me
a sad-eyed misled bristling puppy
and dad whose afraid of my body
since fucking when?
wake me up wiggle my toes
touch my butt pinch my nose
i don’t want to be in love with you ronnie
it hurts my arms it hurts my body
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spagetti
01:10
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tell me where you are
and i will go there
i don’t wanna die
i don’t really care
let’s make spaghetti
and we can eat it
i think i love you
not that you need it
think about you
how’s it going?
feel so lonely
write a poem
i swallowed a spider
not much of a fighter
i’m small and you’re larger
he liked henry darger
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knocking wrists
01:50
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you don’t need to look outside to know that its dusk
i don’t need to look at the clock to know its time to fuck
so put your hips on my mine
knocking wrists is fine
i get glitter in my eyes
i got pink upon my thighs
and i got minor chords outta me
and i got so drunk i forgot how to see
and i was loved by a boy named william
every night i have dreams that i kill him
and i’ve been so drunk i couldn’t move
and i forgot how to love
& i’ve been naked in ben’s kitchen
and i don’t tell him i miss him
cause now i think i like aaron
but he probably doesn’t like me back
but it probably doesn’t matter
cause your dad’s up on some ladder
and my dad’s just an actor
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