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Karma
04:45
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Well I hope that you
Get shattered by that mirror above your bed
So when you
Kill the old man
You can ask him
Where's your karma now?
Where's your karma now?
When your skin turns into clout
Where's your karma now?
Well I'm happy, I'm so happy
I'm happy in this cocoon that I've made
I'm happy, I'm so happy
I'm happy in this white shell game
Cause why drink the water when your
Just gonna piss in the well?
Why eat the food when you're gonna
Shit in your health
And why build this shelter when
You're just gonna burn it down
Where's your karma now?
Where's your karma now?
When your skin turns into clout
Where's your karma now?
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2. |
Meta Grrl
04:11
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On the surface of the moon
I met a meta girl
She said I don't have much time
I will be eternal soon
I said, alright, okay
I guess I'll meet you up there someday
Aphrodisiac soul, I coal now that you're cold
And I would grip you as hard as I can
But nooses always need hands
Your tongue had tied my hands
On the surface of the moon
I met a meta girl
She said go away,
I will be eternal soon
I said, fuck you, you knew
How far you could get down
Before it got to you
Aphrodisiac soul, I coal now that you're cold
And I would grip you as hard as I can
But nooses always need hands
Your tongue had tied my hands
And now that you're gone, go away
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3. |
Ayn Rand of the Valley
04:08
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I miss your eyes when they're clear
I miss your naked form standing there
In the doorway of your dorm
Asking me, 'are you as pure?
As you seem to be,
Are you as good as you seem?'
Do you remember that night in your bed
When we screamed there so drunk and crosslegged
You said I never want to be a bother
I said, how could you my dear
My dear, when you, are standing right here?
Cause your heart isn't cold,
It just needs home,
So we wound up trashed at the decrepit white house
Our mood set the tone, the politicians passed out
As we screamed of selfish love and fatal flaw
Or word was the law, it was out of order
So we bolted to that car, and I drove you to your plain
On that drive down south we pretended it wasn't happening
As you boarded your flight I smiled and I waved
As I screamed on last lie
That now that you're in this web of fuck ups
I'll never let you shut up
Cause your heart isn't cold,
It just needs a home,
With me
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4. |
Ugly Innocence
04:17
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How do you know?
Have you ever seen the stars rain down through the clouds
On those spectators on hallowed ground
On those graveyards filled with grievances and those
Specters of unrest
If you do, run away, or you'll never leave again
If you body thinks it will excrete itself
Into some sunken face and nothing else
And all you see is the black tar that used to be your heart
Know that's not what you were at the start
How do you know,
That we'll all be okay
I know it's really empty out here
Would it help if I made a few things clear
I'm sorry I lied and I'm sorry I cheated
I'm sorry I ignored you and I took what I needed
And I'm sorry it took so long to get it out
But sweetie, it's easy to say that I'm sorry
Sweetie, it's easy to say that I'm sad
Sweetie, I'm sorry our trust went up in smoke
Sweetie, I'm sorry I smoked what was left
But we can't take much more of this
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5. |
Lullaby
05:54
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Well I used to have a lullaby
That would put me to sleep
But now the only thing that fullfils me
Is the booze and ground under my feet
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6. |
Black Mold
03:54
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7. |
My Catharsis
08:14
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8. |
Dove Sta Amore
01:43
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You can work in the garden
Run your hands through the dirt till your nails are bloodied and broken
Harvest your inspiration
But if you think that your soul, will grow back healthy and whole
Is that a joke?
Sickness feels good but never looks pretty
The only sex I get comes from pity
The world goes to hell, I'm the hand basket
And the sun only comes to set
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9. |
Shawl
03:54
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I knew a woman, she'd always wear a shawl
She ran around with a torch and a pale
She said I'll quench hell and blaze heaven
So that man might love man for man
And God for God
My friend the comedian, he said the jokes on me
I got my identity from the rain that nobody wants to see
But if I can live past, then I'll have the last laugh
If I survive the past, I'll have the last laugh
This is the loneliness of things to come
You can't make it on merit, not on style and fashion alone
So please enjoy the show
Cause the actors are in the front row
Your antagonist might atone
So please enjoy the show, the script is your own
This is the loneliness of things to come
Well why, oh why
Those rose colored glasses don't hold so well
The lenses always fall out, and you get blinded by the smell
Those gold covered seats won't hide the gasoline that
You hide in so well
Those gold covered seats won't hide the gasoline that
You hide in so well
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10. |
Art as Work
05:49
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It's art as work, art as a concept
Art as your wine stains in the carpet
Art as all those words that you couldn't
Quite stomach
From the night before lying on the floor
Lying about all the pain we'd dealt before
And all that we'd deal to each other
Well it sounded good to me, till it came out desperately
Now you're on a thrown of porcelain and I can't
Keep myself from listening
Cause in the womb your precious, out your on your own
And if you really fuck it up kid, I hope your some rolling stone
Or you like that taste of drone
So shave your head, look pretty
And if you can't do that, look tasty
Cause it's pepper that's all they'll let you see
The only safety that I've found, was six feet underground
The only safety to be found is in
Is in art as work, art as a concept
Art as your wine stains in the carpet
Art as all those words that you couldn't
Quite stomach
I learned in your country
But I found him in the suburbs
Till I lost him in the city
Though I swear I saw him on the subway
I believe in that gospel, carry it by the bottle
And by that bullet and that bullet head
And I talk to him every night
In your pillow
He says, all he is, all he is
He's just, it's just
It's art as work, art as a concept
Art as your wine stains in the carpet
Art as all those words that you couldn't
Quite stomach
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11. |
Mutual Mercy
05:12
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Well this is this, it always gets, a little hard to grasp
As I drift I think I see you becoming the grass
And it takes so much to know because you always seem to ask
You always seem to ask when you're taking me to task
And I know enough to know enough to know what I don't know
The moon on the horizon says never tell, always show
She says, before she sinks below the sky
She promises to come back some other night
And I'm glad we didn't have sex, fucking on your high horse would've been
Awkward at best
And I'd say, no thank you, you're welcome
But you weren't welcome at first glance
Still I miss you through nostalgia and in holding you back
You held me to that meat grinder on those nights so long and black
When I'd call you like an animal and you've never call me back
When you'd call me like an animal and I'd never call you back
But these flat lands birth the canvas where we can shoot all our mishaps
Laugh at all our pining, and bark at each others laughs
Till we bite the hand that feels best in our own
We'll bite the hand that feels best in our own
My mother lives inside herself and drinks most every night
She's waiting for the day when that might make her feel alright
My father lives inside his head as a 16 year old boy
He's waiting to awaken and teach himself to fight
And my brother lives as I did and I miss him all the time
He sees the world as objects and knows he don't fit in quite right
And I cry for them every time I ponder what must be
You can martyr all your needs or be martyred on your knees
But I'm done talking about Santa Claus how he only gave me coal
How I'm under appreciated and overexposed
Where is that great harmony, our mutual mercy?
These landscape fill the palates that need filling with empathy
And apathy and sick humanity
When will our parents become the children, our children become the stars
And the star closest to us will just become the dust
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12. |
Dove Sta No More
01:33
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Dove sta nomore, I need a tougher lover
Something comes from nothing, so you must mean
Something to me
Sickness feels good but never looks pretty
The only sex I get comes from pity
The world goes to hell I'm the hand basket
And the sun only comes to set
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13. |
Goodbye
05:17
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We didn't commit to sleeping in the park
Cause I was too afraid to admit I'm afraid of the dark
So we sat and watched the sparrows eat what the rats had left
At the bottom of their barrels, I guess you call that petty theft
You said I only smoke healthy cigarettes
Cause the box changes the smoke you ingest
And I only write in blue pens
They bring color phrases otherwise dead
And they always go, something, like this
Goodbye, cruel world, avedersay
You don't know, how long I have wanted to say
Goodbye, cruel world, adieu
You don't know, but I'm going to go
Somewhere without you
I dreamed that I gave, that neckless you gave me
To somebody else
They said they needed a love
That they had never felt
Well if it's all the same to you
They needed it more than me
But please keep in mind
It was only a dream
Though I swear I heard us singing
Goodbye, cruel world, avedersay
You don't know, how long I have wanted to say
Goodbye, cruel world, adieu
You don't know, but I'm going to go
Somewhere without you
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14. |
My Dear
03:57
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Hamarsha Portland, Oregon
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