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No Filter
02:59
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I’m not a guy who’s got a lot to say
But this time, I’m punching way above my weight
She was looking for a one-time thing
But I just had to give a friend a ring
I don’t know why she’s pissed off
I kissed and told
But it’s her fault for trusting me
Sometimes luck will fall into your lap
And you just don’t know how you should react
I know she was looking for a one-time thing
But I just can’t keep it in my diary
I don’t know why she’s pissed off
I kissed and told
But it’s her fault for trusting me
I’ll hold my fingers crossed
You know the word’s gonna get around.
And I know I’m off-brand
For your friends on Instagram
This romance, it won’t last
This moment is all I have
Is that so bad?
(Please just let me have this one thing.)
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2. |
Pink Slip
04:22
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Nah, I really don’t mind the work here
The shoe fits well if you squeeze
Now, I’ve just got to find a new spot to wear my heart
Since I’ve rolled up both my sleeves
And it’s alright if my lips and eye twitch when I kiss
I’m just caffeinated
Or maybe these long nights under fluorescent lights
Are screwing with my head
If I give you one more summer
I’ll go mental by the spring
But if we don’t hit our numbers
I lose everything
Just fire me
I had to ask my baby
If it would be okay
If I brought my laptop
On another vacay
And she said “huh…”
I took that as a yes
Now I’m sitting at the beach
Trying not to get it wet
And I foresee a long night in a big fight about priorities
I promise to be a much better partner after we’re retirees
It’s been one hell of a ride
Keep your arms and legs safely inside
Face forward
Don’t you contemplate the life you’ve left behind
If I give you one more summer,
Well, I guess that falls on me
I just can’t seem to make the choice
Although my conscience starts to sting
Perhaps I should live in the country
Just my baby girl and me
And I’m just one pink slip away from getting everything I need
Well, just fire me
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3. |
Theremin
03:49
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A couple thousand miles from home
You caught me at my weakest
I left a message on your phone
It’s best if you delete it
Please note these four-letter words
Are based on much more than occurred tonight
It’s just that I find it best that I trust nobody
Nobody’s perfect
For me
I’m all dressed up in battle armor that I’ve never tested
I know that clothes don’t make the man
But naked men get arrested
I just dug out the mess I’m in
I learned to cut the strings and then
From halfway round the world you went
And played me like a theremin
(Played just like a theremin)
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4. |
Meaty Oakers
02:16
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I like what you got
She gimme street cred
I get in her head
My friends think I’m different
And I talk down to them
I like what you got
She gimme street cred
She’ll sleep in my bed
My parents don’t like her
And they never did
But we’ll take the kids to their church
And teach them their Jesus
We’ll tell the kids he was white
And they’ll all believe us
Oh, does the pressure break your heart?
Man, you’re sweatin’ bullets
Since we know who you are
Oh, would you dare to cross the line?
If you’re so smart, then prove it
But then what if you find
You’re just another mediocre white?
I like what you got
Kinda
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5. |
The Chicken Came First
04:15
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I wanna be brave like you and say just what I mean
I wanna sell sheep to wolves
I’ll count the money to fall asleep
To hell with country, I’ll sell my sundries to the wind
Buy up the shoreline and draw one more line in the sand
Until the tide comes crashing in
I guess my conscience just lost consciousness again
I’m getting an appetite for these forbidden fruits
I’m covered in serpent bites
But what’s it all to you?
The venom sinks in
It’s got me thinking I should pray
For the destruction of all my loved ones
It’s such a shame
Till I take their insurance claims
I guess my conscience just lost consciousness today
How ‘bout we play a game of chicken
First one to break is a rotten egg
You said I heard but didn’t listen
Eventually someone’s got to pay
Either on this side or the next
And if the latter’s real is anybody’s guess
Well, some of us are content to go and roll the dice
Ain’t that the question?
“Hell, what are the odds?”
I wake up screamin’ with all my demons beside the bed
I can’t quite see them, but feel them breathing on me again
They just might be my only friends
I guess my conscience just lost consciousness again
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6. |
Turkey Day
03:12
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Teething on this pencil
It seems I’ve got it bad
I’m like a pharmacist with no prescription pad
My visits are seldom
And though your heart is pure
I know I wore out my welcome
Walking through that door
The turkey is fine
My girlfriend is fine
My job is still stressful
But at least I’ve been trying
I’m the pot of coffee you forgot to pour
Now I’m dripping softly onto your floor
Soaking in your carpet
You will curse my name
Sorry I can’t help but leave a stain
The silence
Fill the silence
The silence
Kill the silence
The turkey is fine
My girlfriend is fine
My job’s fucking stressful
But at least I’ve been trying
I don’t go to church
I don’t have the time
Or much of an interest
But I’m doing fine
(So how are you guys doing?)
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7. |
Mission to Mars (Ditto)
03:02
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Dozed off in the garage again
I should’ve turned off the Benz
Gas is leaking
I can’t quit breathing it in
In a second I’ll go inside
And shed the rest of my skin
And she’s all questions
Asks, “Where the hell have you been?”
Just go take out the trash
Don’t bother talking back
I guess I second that
Whatever you just said
Smile before the flash
Say, “cheese”
This cul de sac is so desolate
Cut off from all I held dear
And now I’m thinking I just might have an idea
I’ll sign up for the mission to Mars
And leave the family down here
I doubt they’d even think twice if I disappeared
Just go take out the trash
Don’t bother talking back
I guess I second that
Whatever you just said
Or with a rocket blast
I’ll leave you in the past
Smile before the flash
Say, “cheese”
They’ll write books about me
And I’ll read ‘em all
Someday this nobody
Will be pivotal
I’ll bring my goodies with me
It’s medicinal
There’s no chains to hold me
I would leave it all
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8. |
What Do You Do?
04:29
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Drip, drip, drop
Beads of sweat dripping off my face
I’m on your yacht
Acting as if I’m not scared of the waves
So what do you do?
Her presence was intoxicating
But I guess that’s somewhat silly to say
I had a bit too much to drink
Before she ever stumbled over my way
She asked me, “What do you do?’
See, I might be down and out these days
But I could always pull my weight
I am more than what I make
Or so I’ve been taught
I swear I’ve always had a lot to say
I am more than what I make
But maybe not by a lot
I’m on your golf course
Chipping divots deep into your fairway
And I’d be lying if I told you
That I ever felt more out of place
So what do you do?
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9. |
Over My Head
03:54
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I’ll bet anything there’s gold in them there hills
There’s got to be
We’re not focusing
We’re scatterbrained in junk philosophy
I counted my blessings
And I got to about ten
And then my attention shifted
To the bullets whizzing
Over my head
We’re in dire straits
I guess we’re not the saints we claim to be
In these final days
I’ll make things right before I have to leave
Could write a confession
But just doodled with my pen
And then my attention shifted to the bullets whizzing…
My love, if you’re still listening
We’re somewhere down here
I can’t remember where
But there’s gold coins in my pocket
In case you can’t find us
Before we run out of air
Mystified
We were slaves to our wandering minds
Wasting time while artillery lets fly over our heads
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10. |
Gotham
05:43
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High atop this cityscape
All the noises that we make
Carry over
Carry so far
Carry through
And the last words we will say
Will breathe after we’ve been laid
In the heavens with the peasants
And the kings
So go on and keep that right hand seat warm
Until you choose to call me
I’m only passing through these streets
It’s a little intense,
But I just wanna dig in
Before I have to leave
Bow your head now, let us pray
For this future that we’ve made
And the children that we still can’t yet afford
Saving up our modest means
For apartments next to trees
That were planted where the forest used to be
We’ve been falling in love with a story we tell ourselves
And we swear we belong
But it’s all leading up to a plot twist we never foresaw
Because we’re not the lead
We’ve been the comic relief all along
Someday we all have to leave
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Blanker New York
Following the dis-banding of Upstate Escape, frontman John Norwood founded Blanker as an open-ended outlet to continue putting music out into the world.
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