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Great White Net
02:39
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Did not know the good times were good
Till the bad brought the end to the life I loved
Wielding the pen like a knife to cut as the ticket
Walked into find that you had appeared
Walked in to find it
Trying to be more open-minded (x2)
Calling world wide web, great white net (x2)
Trying to be more open-minded (x2)
Inside you and your top-ten list
The New York Times, your op-ed shit
Nothing is happening, nothing is happening
All I see is the same exact thing
With signs like this I think I can win
Undue stress is keeping me thin
Man on a mission, learn the most lessons
Burn the most bridges, earn the most essence
On the world wide web, great white net
I'm calling world wide web, great white net
Trying to be more open-minded (x2)
They say the more you know the less you feel
Is the appeal in the rest you’re set to take?
The world changes, the change changes
We’re left getting sent up and swept away
The night was young, the day was old
The goals I had set they had yet to take
Got rough to not wind up dead
I’m your number one man, I accept the risk
I’m calling world wide web, great white net (x2)
Trying to be more open-minded
Trying to be more open-minded
I’m calling world wide web, great white net
I’m your number one man, I accept the risk
And I’m wielding the pen like a knife to cut as the ticket
I’m calling world wide web, great white net (x2)
Trying to be more open-minded
Trying to be more open-minded
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Not to spit on my forebears
Not accountable for my thoughts
Not a DIY saint
Fake inclinations to being my boss
Got my touch working wonders
Oh my kiss hung up the phone
Tears on the floor, losing control
Going in an interesting direction
Two faces
Two fake IDS
Two human IVs feeding me self-esteem
Guarded intentions
Self-effacing gestures, defenses you’ve planned
Do you see all humbled and alone
Crumbling an eighth on your trackpad
This summer went away for a long time
In another life, barely aware
Is it funny I’m afraid of your judgment
In reality I know you don’t care
Two faces
Two fake IDs
Two human IVs feeding you self-esteem
Look at us
Shaking off a loss
Building up a trust
Learning to adjust for a letdown
With two faces
Two fake IDs
Two human IVs feeding us self-esteem
Humbled and alone
Joan of Arc more stone I know
Words away
From the type of dough
That'll turn my kids into assholes
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3. |
I Look to You
02:45
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Chicks dig ultimatums, 24, forget it
This hate-this must-stop act just got unpoetic
Trying to decide if you die tomorrow has life betrayed you
Seeing nights you’re defeated, seeing days you waste
Just to assuage the guilt
Over avarice that you felt
Was it a small package you pressured her to pursue
When I look to you
Under the mistletoe with my hand
Would you resist?
Would you miss the kiss I pursued?
It's bagels and lox brunch at Conn College
This rabbi needs to learn to live every day like it’s shabbos
Took a look into scripture but kush was kryptonite
Started rolling jays with pages from the bible
When you are saying nothing, you are telling me all I need to know Guide me where all men go to die
West Palm, Delray, Boca
I’m bummed out, bombed out, correspondingly hyper-acute
I look to you (x2)
Under the mistletoe with my hand
Would you resist?
Would you miss the kiss I pursued?
When I look to you
Just for company I am shut down, pushed beneath
Though I only needed a friend
When I look to you
What does the future hold?
What will be the outcome?
Would you missed the kiss I pursued?
I was wrong to speak ill of you on and on
But I’m telling you I was wrong
I am telling you I was wrong
To speak bad about you
I only wanted to tell the truth about what comes into view
When I’m bummed out, bombed out, correspondingly hyper-acute
I look to you (x2)
Under the mistletoe with my band no one will listen to
Would you miss the kiss I pursued?
I look to you just for company
I am shut down, pushed beneath
Though I only needed a friend
When I look to you
What does the future hold?
What will be the outcome?
Would you miss the kiss I pursued?
When I look to you
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4. |
I Took Your Girl
02:53
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All I know is where I’m from
Where the wealthy hide
And the artisan class comes out every few weeks
To tweet something sweet about our county again
Even the good TV kids still sing
Skylar White’s a bitch
Is that just because they’re scared of what she really is?
She really is
I took your girl
Cause I believe
She can decide for herself
And she will when she wants
In familiar building blocks
Na na na na na na na na
I picked up the paper and just got disgusted
Cleaned her fluids off the bed sheets while local street urchins marry their mothers
How can you hate me when you don’t even understand me at all?
They had the word hipster to grapple with privilege
As if less contrary teens is what this country really needs
And still other people tend to tell you not to care what other people think
As if it takes no strength to consider how they feel
And still I took your girl
Cause I believe
She can decide for herself
And she will when she wants
In familiar building blocks
Na na na na na na na na
So sorry to see you so sad
But I’m scared in ten years I’ll be selling ads and that’s bad
All our dads our dying, all our mothers are broken
All our windows are closing and locked closets are busting open
And so I took your girl
Cause I believe
She can decide for herself
And she wilts when she walks
The government steps in search of job
Na na na na na na na na
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Don’t go turning the page so fast
Let the good times last (x2)
You can’t turn back the clock achieving consensual love
But we’re fighting cause we can’t talk
I’m so resistant to invite you in
We’re fighting cause we can’t talk
Decided I would never walk again
I can’t be so
Can't be so angelically good
Don’t know what is right in my heart
I have vague ideas (x2)
You can’t turn back the clock achieving consensual love
But we’re fighting cause we can’t talk
I’m so resistant to invite you in
We’re fighting cause we can’t talk
Decided I would never walk again
Again
And wrecked my world believing I’d give you a hint
We’re fighting cause we can’t talk
I’m so resistant to invite you in
We’re fighting cause we can’t talk
Decided I would never walk again
Don’t go turning the page so fast
Let the good times last (x2)
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6. |
Feminist Chic
02:41
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Here’s a message to that man who is hate-hearted
And daydreams away about Mary-Louise Parker
There’s gotta be a greater aspiration than to be some dude
With a no fear of losing attitude
When there’s no way of knowing
When I get down on myself and turn to pride
I feel wrong inside
I get to thinking like everything is mine
She said go I went quick
A real femme chick
A femme chick
What could I do
I subscribe to the idea who you are is who you are in your paternal line
Your paternal line, your paternal line
Your paternal line, your line
I saw nose rings, red streaks, Hot Topic alcoholic
Asked for cash, half spill, missing persons’ sign demolished
From my afternoon, gone three days
Sign suggests suicide threats
Sixteen but she walked up to the cash machine
With a drunken slip, a loko splash
Sign and son laid to rest
We’re huddled on the brink
Ooh, we understand
All my elders only tell me how young I am
But I’ve got no time for causes
No time to be cautious
What could I do
She said go I went quick
A real femme chick
A femme chick
What could I do
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Cooking for a man
Jewish or Italian
Greased hair on your shoulder when he’s fired
Glance at the barista
Marguerito loves you, baby
Walking down a path
Can’t keep from smiling
I am looking at the trash as it's surfing up and down the island
Confrontation Dunkin Donuts
Sunday morning sunken don’t ask
I feel sick in the morning every morning (x4)
Waiting online midnight at Gamestop
Dying inside when will the pain let up
Middle child frigid family
Is that what I am?
My little sister’s looking for love in all the wrong places
Mom and dad shelling out for public dedications
Someone’s pulling out the chair
Breaking backs, faking whole careers
But even I know what it means to be heartbroken
Even I know
Even me
So happy birthday Michelle
You got me smiling when I had given up
Crying on the subway
Watching green grass grow green grass
To generate lean meat and methane gas
Asking what would I need to hide?
Flashing have the only beam of light
When she looked inside her Wonderball of human kindness
She was unnerved by the size of the center
And she was honored by the sign at the cinema
And she could never get enough
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Wandered into another rut
Only want to be bullied by love
Watched a dream All-American buckle
Cause of all the weight of the pressure I’m under
I’m down
Calm down
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9. |
Win Win
06:36
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I’m contemplating a change
I’m expecting key change
The sea change to be
Flat
I don’t think it’s just me
I’ve got a lead
And a bass which I think we can agree
Is the foundation
Let’s be real
George Bush is not responsible
For the hate inherent in the universe
And though you may well be best served replacing your anger with compassion
I understand we can all feel militant sometimes
So I’m trying too hard
But I’m having a hard time
Trying to reconcile the cyclical nature of our endeavors
With just putting in the effort
In the meantime I will buy myself a sweater
From the clearance bin
Which allows me to get the one I really want
At full price
It’s a win win
So when you realize
You’re not as virtuous
As you once expected
Do you just give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up
Give up
Give up
And continue giving in again
I know you care about New Orleans
Your t-shirts got a big fleur de lis
And you wear it flirtily
You used to not try because it was too easy
Now you don’t try because it’s too hard
You got money, power, a job and initiative
By sucking the dicks of executives
And before that your professors
Their high-school predecessors
Tracing back through time to their blue blood ancestors
And I could have been a contender
If you judged me by the content of my character
Or even the color of my skin
I’d have been in
But you saw through that to my heart
And it’s almighty collar
And the color of its collar
And after that you never bothered
Brother
I know you know I know
There’s only one thing you’ve ever wanted
And it’s class
You got it
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10. |
Our Stinger
03:55
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All the mistakes that I make
Every day, baby
Over and over again
Over and over again
All of my questions they
Answer themselves like
What did I do today?
Why will I die?
Did what was right
They said it was wrong
I postured because all I fear I become
And my worries are great
Though my troubles are few
But what are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Fear of shame is
Okay by me it's
Modern and customary
Modern and customary
Modern and customary
Modern and customary
Modern and customary
Honored and trusted
In 2012
10 stone cold gems
I saw two young men dead by their own hands
I got caught again in a moment of overindulgence
I do what I want
So when things get fucked up it's
Nobody else’s fault, nobody else’s
What right do I have to resent?
No one is helpless and yet
You can’t have everyone
The secret way of the world
Is to get along
Is to get along
Is to get along
Is to get along
Is to get along
But any song could convince me that I was wrong
Any song could convince me
Yo I've been shitting on my dad
He used to draw he needed cash
So born in raised in Whitestone, Queens
I got that EZ-Pass
Money money money money money
Like there’s hate mail from Jessie J and her label addressing Jake
It's synonymous
Public school teaching, lowest common-denominators
And we are the products
Going lengths to let you know we're not averse to product placement
To say we’re manifest destined for using hundred dollar bills to wipe the sweat up off our testes
When the only thing we want is freedom from want
99 problems but debit ain’t one
I'm at the Port Authority stop, the bus ain’t coming
I think I’m frozen at eighteen, I’m Tutankhamen
I wrote this song for Josh Zinman
I'm feeling history's burden
I know that street gun violence murdered Shel Fertig
On 10/23/76
Armed robbery
My grandpa shot
My grandma in the hospital
My dad studied art
Left school to run shop
Modern and customary
I guess it’s better to be in the material world
Better to be
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