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It's a cosmic joke
And I wanna know
Who else is in on it?
It's a cosmic joke
And I know, oh I know
We're all a part of it
Send out a signal, show me a sign
Call out a name, throw me a line
Ha ha ha ha
These babies laughing and I know
Yeah, they're in on it
Chill fish swimming past his friends
We all know they're so in on it
Tiny black beetles crawling through the cracks
Oh yeah, they're in on it
Oak tree standing strong
Must feel so loud to be so in on it
Yeah to be so...
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Sit back now silently
Just listening to the near misses
Ball one, ball two, foul ball, and you
Find my eyes from across the room
Sending out our signals
Crucibles and dogwhistles
Shibboleths from enchantresses
On walkie channel IV fixes
Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages
Genie out the bottle
Now he's glued down to your couch
Inhaling bong rips, eating pop tarts
Throwing up right in your open mouth
And you try to scheme him back inside
Like a massive flying cockroach
Rolled up magazines and broom bristles
Cup and paper Rube Goldbergs
Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages
Will you ever hold down a job again?
Will you ever make any more friends?
Will you ever let your mind relax and
Find a sense of satisfaction?
Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages
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I’m feeling empty
After the month that we’ve been through
Yeah I’m feeling empty
Without you
Seen that turn
It’s coming ‘round
But I fall to failure
As it’s going down
And it’s easier to stress about going too
The last best thing I’ve got feeling
Hold it tight, don’t wait for me
In our time of monsters
Struggling for the new
I start sinking
Into this knotting, nauseous banyan tree
As snowflakes never set
Out my window down on 2nd Avenue
Take time to carry me through these years
With seeds of chaos sprouting betwixt my ears
We’ll finally end up wrong
But I’ll beat you there before too long
Out in a conscious haze of nowhere
Press it onto paper
Carve it into rock
Imprint it on the clouds
To wring out something at all
Plodding along, I’ve fallen apart
And it’s never coming back
The third thing to come out and gather back
But it gets hard to remember it
When you’re living your life for a good CV
It gets hard to remember it
With half-worn sweaters piling around me
It gets hard to remember it
So look close in the mirror as I say
In four hours I’ll be four hours away
I’ve fallen in I’ve fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in
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What about the running in circles, lost?
What about our friends sitting on the sidewalk?
What about this feeling of moving on?
Post-it countdowns I’m peeling off the wall
What about me needs this more than now?
What about orange skies and rubble?
What about our new face of growing old?
While we’re drowning outside these bubbles, now
What are you gonna do today to show up at your job?
What about our lost futures and the moments when they get caught up?
What about love in the time of [insert whatever plague you want]?
Yeah what about love?
If we tried to make it far away
Running ourselves past the fence
Feel it flow like fires through the Pentagon
While we live-stream from the refugee camps
And I’m going home
But it all falls down
Yeah, it all falls down
And oh
I’m going home
But it all falls down
Yeah, it all falls down
And oh
What about love?
What about love?
What about love?
What about love?
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Yeah it's...
Love in the time of algorithms
Love in the time of myths stuck in us
Love in the time of company lines
Waterboarding our once open minds
Love in the time of algorithms
Love in the time of gross ambition
Love in the time of "fuck the room"
"Fuck the kids," yeah, well fuck you too
We've got love
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NPR Tiny Desk
02:15
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Is it COVID,
Or is it just 2022 malaise?
Are we human,
Or are we meme dancer in our graves?
I’ll fall to failure
As I melt myself on a clock face
Translating languages
Futility wrapped in tentacular grace
I'll fall to failure
Come so far, had such a good run
Blowing the race right at the finish line
Getting over it soon
But I can’t seem to feel my feet down in my pod goo
Fall to failure and end up all alone
I'll fall to failure
Fall to failure and end up all alone
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7. |
All That Theme Song
02:05
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Count your freckles on the wall
In the car you’ll wait for me
Newly caffeinated
In the car you’ll wait for me
As we cast off for better days
In the car you’ll wait for me
Go beyond, we'll see
We'll see
Set it off I'm going home
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No recollection of March through May
But I know we were here via our streaming history
So let's start printing it out and carve memes into brick
So there'll be evidence of us beyond our cosmic imprints
While right now we're circling and spiraling and running out of steam
Fractals caught in our mazes and running out of steam
So we'll live in our pods and eat our bugs
But they'll be gluten free and taste like Chick-fil-A sauce
And we'll lament no one's murdered Clarence Thomas yet
And how it means our society's got no juice left
As we crave some e-girl Robespierre
Kickstarting our Space Gulag
With her OnlyFans and her bright blue hair
As we talk about love
Yeah we'll talk about anything at all
And everything beyond our walls
And we'll talk on by
And pretend like it's not everything
And pretend like it's authentic me
And pretend that I ain't scared
And pretend that it ain't worth a thing
Oh it ain't worth a thing
But we're here, and I know
That I've finally found the cost of alienating my soul
Far beyond where I'd go
We'll sing "get those eyes away from me"
Oh, get those words away from me tonight
Away from me tonight
Away from me tonight
Wait for me tonight
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Yeah it's
Love in the time of algorithms
Love in the time of absent vision
Love in the time of loud feelings
While we thoroughly design against them happening
Love as art which transcends
Love as basement show with friends
Love as people being people
We're blobs on a rock, feeling loud through what can you reach you
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Maybe we, we were trapped in the moment
That we needed to level up
Looking back on freshman year
Who’d ever thought that we’d end up here?
We were pissed off, broken open
And sometimes silence says more than words can
And sometimes it don’t
Maybe that’s what happened with it an hour ago
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Tony Hawk Underground
02:20
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For a while look right at you
Then scan around this old room
Do I care about any of this?
Does any of this even matter?
I fell down twice, but got worse
Still on this couch with no words
Do I care about any of this?
Does any of this even matter?
I’m fucking over this shit
I’m fucking over this shit
I’m fucking over this shit
Throw it out and start it all over
I’m not an afraid person
Never been an afraid person
Fuck that be your own person
What else could even matter?
I’m fucking over this shit
I’m fucking over this shit
I’m fucking over this shit
Throw it out and start it all over
Caught in a misanthropic daze
Building to misanthropic days
And months and years and lifetimes
What’s done is done, it’s our time
These months and years and lifetimes
What’s done is done, it’s our time
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12. |
Essential Folk Punk
02:22
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Wait for the smile break
We must be joking
You gotta know this is a joke
Oh wait, it's not, oh no
So feed me that company line
I'm so hungry, please say it one more time
Feed me that company line
Oh when is art?
Not here, no not this time
As we find ourselves clawing against the wall
Just think of the room
Just think of the room
Just think about people
We're all just people
But you'll be long gone
Probably never stepping foot in
Run these analytics and get more cutthroat for the next one
This stupid fucking joke
As we find ourselves clawing against the wall
Sanding down our fingertips
On gentrifying exposed brick
How will you classify this?
Who gives a shit, you got your money
As we find ourselves clawing against the wall
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13. |
ASMR Meditation Mix
03:05
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Feel it down in the back of my skull
Feel it tapping open, like we've now begun
Feel it down in the back of my skull
Oh it feels like god's been watching
Feel it down in the top of my lungs
Mixing with the saltwater and drops of Kiehl's musk
Feel it down in the top of my lungs
Like I'm going nowhere, and somewhere, and everywhere fast now
We're gonna find something to say and to show
For every single day that passes by from now on
Gonna make new art; throw it around
Inverting our speech in ways we'll keep finding out
Gonna find out
But let's leave things open ended
Feel it down in the pit of my gut
Bus ride home from school after I know I fucked up
Yeah I feel it down in the pit of my gut
But feels like I know it will end
Oh I know it will end, yeah
Feel it flying through the halls
Feeling the drop; trusting the thrust up
Feel it flying through the halls
When I'm going, I'm gone and you won't find me
I'm gone
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Yeah it’s
Love in the time of algorithms
Love in the time atomizing us
Love in the time of reaching out
Finding community somehow
Love in the time of algorithms
Love in the time of global capitalism
Still it’s love, no matter the fight
No matter the carnage or digitized plight
It’s about love
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