1. |
Six Days
04:27
|
|||
At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak
It's only Monday
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only Tuesday
You never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fools' day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
We'll all go running underground
And we'll be listening for the sound
Its only Wensday
In your shelter dimly lit
Take some wool and learn to knit
Cos its a long day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It's only Thursday
You feel the shaking of the ground
A billion candles burn around
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Although that shelter is your home
A living space you have outgrown
It's only Friday
As you come out to the light
Can your eyes behold the sight
It must be doomsday
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Aint it funny how men think
They made the bomb, they are extinct
Its only Saturday
I think tomorrow's come I think its too late
I think tomorrow's come I think its too late
Think tomorrow's come I think it's too late
Think tomorrow's come I think it's too late...
|
||||
2. |
An Angel Cried
03:53
|
|||
When raindrops fell
Down from the sky
The day you left me
An angel cried
Woah, she cried
An angel cri-i-ied
She criiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied...
|
||||
3. |
The Debil's Toy
03:47
|
|
||
(instrumental... or is it? O.o)
|
||||
4. |
|
|||
We were at Tuesday Morning
I got a couple notebooks
And some chewing gum
And you got a bunch of cookies
And some watermelon soda
I grew a mustache and I shaved it off
So I could go to the record store on Leggett Drive
I love everyone there
And everyone loves me.
I listened to your record all over again
Trying to figure out what you said
What did you mean when you said
"And you're working for no one but me?"
It's about life, I said to myself...
It's about life....
"At the end of the 400 hallway
Right by the band room"
You looked at me with a face
And you said
"But baby, I think I love you..."
I tried to figure out what you meant by that
I don't understand everything, you know
I haven't lived as long as you have
I haven't breathed as long as you have
I said to myself, you can't possibly love me
I'm a lazy freak who sits on his butt
And plays Grand Theft Auto all day
I don't get my schoolwork done
And my music sucks
But nevertheless, you said to me "I love you"
What was I to say?
What was I to do?
So I left the building and went back to my job at the record store
The boss says I've been out for hours
Where the hell have I been?
So I tell him where I've been...
He fires me and sends me back to Tuesday Morning
And now here I am, talking to you...
|
||||
5. |
|
|||
One, two, three, WAAAAH
Suzy? (yes...)
Suzy Creamcheese? (yes?)
This is the voice of your conscience baby, uh
I just wanted to check one thing out with you, you don't mind, do ya?
(What?)
Suzy Creamcheese, what's got into ya?
Lady Madonna
Children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who finds the money
When you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run
Mister Dobalina, Mister Bob Dobalina
Mister Dobalina, Mister Bob Dobalina...
Zilch, China clipper calling Alomeda
China clipper calling Alomeda
The moon was shining, on the naked night
Your Slayer T-shirt fit the scene just right
Through smeared mascara
I looked into your eyes and saw a lie
You told me stories about your chickadees
They didn't like BB guns or stupid archery
You charmed the lifeguard
He let them use the pool all day for free
Then the conversation stopped
And I looked down at my feet
I was next to you
And you were right there next to me
Then I say
(Yeah she's a star collector, collector of stars
She only seems to please young celebrities
Yeah she's a star collector, collector of stars
Oh, it won't take much time, before i get her off my mind...)
Girl
If you're wondering if I want you to
I want you to
So make your move
Cos I ain't got all night
Plastic people
Oh baby, now you're such a drag
(Uh huh)
It was twenty years ago today
When Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they guaranteed to raise a smile
(Getchoo, uh huh
Getchoo, uh huh
Getchoo, uh huh
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo...)
So may I introduce to you
The act you've known for all these years
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Right!
(I'm dreaming of a...)
(Hey la, hey hello ah)
(Another pleasant valley sunday...)
(Only in dreams...)
Dead
On my head
Wasting time
On my own
Sleep
Rescue me
Take me back
To my home (lord, take me home!)
For the times
That you wanna go and
Bust rhymes real slow
I'll appear
Slap you on the face and
Enjoy the show
Oh, this dope nose
I remember, doo doo
I remember, doo doo
I remember, doo doo
They had a swimming pool
I remember, doo doo
I remember, doo doo
I remember, doo doo
They had a swimming pool
And they thought it couldn't happen here
They knew it couldn't happen here
They were so sure it couldn't happen here
But...
Suzy?
El lobo rabioso la quiso morder
Mas Dios poderoso la supo defender
Quisola hazer quer no pudiese pecar
Ni aun original esta Virgen no tuviera
Riu riu chiu la guarda ribera
Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make
(Something in the way she moves)
(She's a wonderful lady)
Let's hear it! Before we get taken awa-
|
||||
6. |
Falsetto 1397
03:46
|
|
||
Why have you done horribly
To a slobby old freak like me
You did everything that you could
To ensure that my days can't be good
I think that you have died to me
Because you have been lying to me
You would tell them my secrets too
What have I done to hurt little old you?
I've done nothing to hurt you so
But now I think it's time to go
I need to leave you by yourself
I think you need professional help
You need more help than I ever would
Your good friends are not treating you good
Your good friends are making you one of them
I think you need some new, better friends
Why won't you listen to me when I say
Every time that you ruin my day
I just want to curl up in a ball and cry
I just want to kill myself and die
Won't you listen to me when I yell
That my life is an earthly hell
I don't wanna deal with your shit
I can't take any more of it
More of it
More of it
More of it
Oooh, oooh
Ohhh, ohhh
Ohhh, ohhh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
|
||||
7. |
I Am A Feeling
03:40
|
|
||
I am a feeling
My life is a feeling
My gender is a feeling
But my feelings are not feelings
I guess you got triggered by my statements that are facts
But you don't care, you'll just give me the axe
Once you find something I say that you don't agree with
You'll kick me out of your group, doesn't matter, I'll just leave it
I AM A FEELING
I AM A FEELING
VALIDATE ME
I'M JUST A FEELING
AND I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA HIT THE CEILING, CEILING
I am a feeling
My eyes are a feeling
My skull is a feeling
My skin is peeling, that's not a feeling
I think you could use a little contradiction
So you can distinguish what is fact and fiction
You need to spend more time with your Christian mom and dad
They love you and they want you and they miss you real bad
BUT I AM A FEELING
I AM A FEELING
VALIDATE ME
I'M JUST A FEELING
AND I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA HIT THE CEILING, CEILING
What am I fighting for?
Take the hinges off the door
Don't wanna love me no more
That's great, it'll be like 2008
What do you want from me?
Cos you can surely see
There's something wrong with me
That's fine, it'll be like 2009
I am a feeling
My foot is a feeling
Your face is a feeling
And I'm feeling really sad, I think I'm gonna go mad
|
||||
8. |
Poisonous Lovin'
05:46
|
|
||
(Something is bubbling...
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling...
Bubbling...
Bubbling, bubbling...
Daddy...)
(I'd rather die tomorrow
Than live a hundred years without knowing you.)
(And-and I-I look at you, and I'm... I'm home...)
(Woah oh oh oh)
You got that poisonous love
That's gonna kill me when I die-ie-ie
Yeah, you got that poisonous love
That's gonna kill me when I die
Cos when you bit me like that snake
I hung my head and I cried
(Woah oh oh oh)
You got the serpent's sense of touch
That makes me wanna say your name
You got the serpent's sense of touch
That doesn't make me feel the same
And when you bite me with your words of hate
All my precious feelings change
(Woah oh oh oh)
(Poisonous lovin')
Your kisses and hugs were just a distraction
(Poisonous lovin')
You used my love to get some action
(Poisonous lovin')
My love to you was like a transaction
(Poisonous lovin')
You gave me hell while I gave you compassion
Oh my baby
Your love is poisonous
You said I was crazy
But I told you there was more than this
You're so lazy
But you told me to go get a job
I don't wanna marry
A hypocritical douchebag slob
You got that poisonous love
That's gonna kill me when I die
Yeah, you got that poisonous love
That's gonna kill me when I die
Cos when you bit me like that snake
I hung my head and I cried
(Woah oh oh oh)
Cry
Why don't you cry for me
Die
You said you'd die for me
Lie
I knew you'd lied to me
Why'd you say goodbye to me?
(And now, an auditory representation of what the inside of my head sounds like...)
Ahhh! Raaah! Reeee! Ohhh! etc...
(I don't understand...)
|
||||
9. |
|
|||
(Do you think people really care for each other?)
It's not weird to be deliberate
I think it's weird to be illiterate
To put your life on autopilot
And live without a care of anyone other than yourself
It's not weird to be articulate
I think it's weird to be immaculate
I don't understand why is it
So hard to care about anybody else
It may be hard to be constructive
It's certainly easier to be destructive
But I'd like to live and let live
And not have to worry about anybody else
It's not weird to be deliberate
But it's weird to be inconsiderate
If you're a lazy fat fucking piece of shit
You probably need some help
You probably need some help
I said you probably need some heeeeeelllllllp.
|
Charles Michael
If I don't release something on June 13 or October 31 of any given year, please assume something dreadful happened to
me.
Hi, I'm Mx. Charles Michael (they/them) and I make music for my Universe.
If you enjoy what I do, please support me on KO-FI:
ko-fi.com/charlesmichael1397
MANAGEMENT: Sara Alexander - sararosealex1999@gmail.com
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Charles Michael, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp