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wagner vs starwars
00:18
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that’s the wagner one? that’s starwars?
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hey girls
00:30
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hey angrid what boy did you kiss like that?
hey ingrid don’t be angry don’t be mad
hey vitti what train took you ‘cross the sea
hey vitti wont you say your name to me
hey superstars show me all your battlescars
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trains moving backwards into dark
your eyes closed you look like noah’s ark
my brain’s moving forward into light
like this we would wander in the night
well there’s still some alcohol in my blood
i’d swear to god your brain’s made of mud
my mom wants me to like “nice boys” tummy-filled-with-rice-boys
no drunk-backseat- or punk- boys no accidentally-love-boys
i’m on a ride that’s unnecessarily scenic
you sewed my mind shut so that i can’t see it
trains moving backwards into dark
eyes closed we’re walking in the park
our hands moving forward into light
yea well you don’t but my eyes just might
i like the feeling we can be friends
i’m not sure how i hit my head
i woke up lying under the sink
i fainted this morning and now i can’t think
my mom wants me to like “nice boys”, tummy-filled-with-rice-boys,
no drunk-backseat- or punk- boys no accidentally-love-boys
so crude they stop just to test you
i had to say don’t pet my head where it’s bruised
my moms mad i don’t like “nice boys”
i just don’t like the ones who are gonna grow up into businessmen
providence left me on my hands and knees i’m bleeding
providence if you moved with me here it’d be so easy
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i'm not hi
01:05
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in the days i used to walk around stoned
i was always by myself but never alone
in the days i used to sit on my hands
never used to be sad when i didn’t have a friend
now i’m straight, i’m straight and i haven’t got a friend of mine
oh i’m straight, it’s so sad, i’d rather be high all the time
i been reading all these literatures
all the books in the world they form these patterns
i wanna tell you all about what they signify
all these books about you make me wanna cry
i’m not high, i’m not high, and i haven’t got a friend of mine
i’m not high, it’s so sad, i’d rather be high all the time
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can’t get you offa my mind, can’t get you outta my head
i don’t wanna have to die, i just wanna be dead
everyone’s bored cause they don’t know what to do
i wanna have a secret fifth grade romance with you
let’s ride bikes and go to the beach and hold hands
let’s go to the park, somersaults and headstands,
veggie burgers and skateboard on your lawn,
watch a movie, make a comic and yawn
we can jump around the room n dance
but don’t forget it’s a fifth grade SECRET romance
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which tracks? witch tracks
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these boys all speak in poetry i can’t make out a word they say
i never really liked poetry, well i never liked boys anymore
i kissed a boy on his scar, i kissed this boy on the arm
boy kissed me back on the wrist, wrists holds hands that touch our lips
just like you left pawprints on my back
the russians shoved my mouth with snow
they call this murder “the white death”
suffocate, melt, and no one knows
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bitten now shy
00:25
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once bitten, twice shy
you lie, so i lie
once bitten, twice shy
you’re smitten
i’m dying
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back and forth
00:20
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lizard queen (2k11)
00:57
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like a smart baby would when he’s trying to play dumb
all the boys on classon avenue, sucking their thumbs
and joanna you’re my favorite lizard queen
standing with norman and jean-paul in between
and the hair on my legs shines bright like blonde
and glass on your eyes just like a pond
you’re my favorite queen with my favorite king
i went up so high i thought i was sprouting wings
more pretty than most things
more handsome than most things
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Michelle Reads
00:29
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sideways like my brain/
our hearts really look like that why doesnt anyone else see it but me?
sometimes i feel like i could be invisible but then
you know to call me at 4 am
and tell me you love me and we talk til the men in suits get up for work
then i sleep and i dream oh i dream i am chasing him around
i am real
he is invalid
i can feel he makes me pallid
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1.i am sick of poetry
just kidding that doesn't happen
who do i want to be? (for halloween this year that is) (not that you'll care either way)
"I'm taking it off my netflix!" i told steve Just Kidding Though cause i do Love you and Care
i might want you to love me despite the fact that i am
unevely disposed
dont even have my socks on
and forgot to feed the cat on time
besides, everyone else in the world is annoying anyway !
2. thoughts- a whole xanax cant knock me out after a text like that. you should never expect anything with people, only dogs. even then, don’t forget to expect death above all. this is how to live without let-downs. everything is irrational, you get used to it i guess. i could use your help to extrapolate my REM sleep. he could narrate my dreams like a french film.
3. These thick branched trees give the park dimension. In the summer, the leaves & heat added to the thick. Now it is frail. the farther they go the more tiredly the branches reach. the bottoms are still thick, though, they don’t pretend they never were. even if a tree is just a flower now, flowers are small but can still be beautiful. People are flying past me on bikes, i forgot that it isn’t nighttime. There is a giant twisted one with branches so long
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shroeder & panda
01:26
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i hope you kiss her knees, kiss her back while she sleeps
kiss her arm by the geese, kiss her lip between sheets,
kiss her neck on the beach, tell her “please baby please
never be mad at me”
i want you to be happy, do to her what you did to me
kiss her knee, kiss her spleen, treat her like she’s a queen
make her beam, make her scream
get fucked up and make a scene
in between every seam are the hands that made the stitch
you’re a warlock she’s a witch
i thought that i was lucy (lucy & schroeder) you were schroeder can’t you see
when it gets dark like this i wish we were wandering around together
fighting a liar, lighting a fire
lucy and schroeder never got together
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“i’m worried i’m worried
dreaming all the time
what’s going on in this life of mine?
lovers calling, they don’t know my name
the way things are going i think it’s a shame”
-michael hurley, i’m worried i’m worried
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henry
02:04
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she’s just a dog, her body is gone
now what is left but me and this poem?
she was just a dog, now her body’s gone
so what is left but me and my poem?
i went to the show, he didn’t look at me
I didn’t look at him i was too drumb to see
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