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1.
settling sky 02:17
chords: E; F#m; C#m, F# (sometimes F barre after) E; F#m; G#m; A im watching mountains move in tune feeling alive, here i thrive, and back to you the coffee fills and drains most days my eyelids pull down against my will my skin peels, it feels, as if to say: "oh god, oh please come back another day" i picture my future in plain view a marching skeleton bites and barks at me he barks at me im watching bridges break in two, down county line into moose river, his face turns blue at the funeral a cop poured gasoline all over windows and lit a pack of smokes he threw them all over the ground, and killed us all he killed us all i dont know why, i dont know where im too distracted, to even read anything i dont know why i dont know where im too exhausted, to even close my eyes -- but i dont wanna shave, my stupid face surf the mattress alone, again again the skeleton comes back from time to time when i'm alone or in a crowded viewing room. he talks of fate and the empty skies or he sits and stares when i need him most i walk, i walk, i walk today.
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chords: G, Fm, Em, B7 G, Gm, Em, D the air is freezing all the warmth, from the smoke that is coming out of lungs the ground beneath is calling me, to take a seat; fill out peace bonds, job applications, and midterms, but the sky above is telling me, to keep on staring at the smokers who are, living their own damn lives, away from me oh my god, where have all the losers gone? oh my lord, where has all the feeling gone? oh my man, don't cry now, because you're gonna make me too oh my dear, it's gonna be alright, you don't have to colour in the lines where are you? smoking joints, alone, in your dark room where am i? i'm outside; the black dog had chased me out how are you? i don't want to open my mouth, but i owe it to you why are my; arms trembling, mouth agape, and here's the plan; hiding away when it just gets too damn hard it's hard to sleep, when there's nowhere with a roof that's very welcome to you it's hard to breathe, when the inside's walls are threatening to swallow you whole it's hard to eat, when your head manifests into a broken washing machine it's hard to dream, when your thought processes are circling and breaking again oh my god, where have all the losers gone? oh my lord, where has all the feeling gone? oh my man, don't cry now, because you're gonna make me too oh my dear, it's gonna be alright, you don't have to colour in the lines
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before bed 02:32
chords: G; Am; C; Dm If I'm drunk I will be calling you if im high ill be hanging up its almost easier in the long run to stop picking up anything reluctantly i could shut you off and out if i want i see no reason not to -- but the guilt it feels madder if i keep you in, it feels sadder either way it seems if only i could sew my lips shut tear the vocal cords out my neck only then would i have nothing to say they're using bullets now, oh, run away run away run away i'm going for a walk i will be back i've got my coat and all these notebooks i watch the paper float down the sky i get home and i almost don't want to cry but you know it doesn't last long back to sleep by the candlelight i wake up burning, i let it burn get back to sleep, it's getting dark now!
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watchtower 04:02
chords: C/G; C/B; Am; Fm (or F barre) i sit up in my watchtower it is made of rotting oak cut down by the chainsmokers in plaid up here i watch all my friends move around i notice they move in a cycle i get to watch them breathe and breathe sometimes i shout down compliments make them feel they are right sometimes i whisper poetry make them feel i'm not right i sit up in my watchtower within the clouds and the smog seeps up and fills my lungs up here i wonder if my friends ever do look up i notice that they never have i get to watch them walk away, in droves i get to watch them walk away
5.
free coffee 02:19
capo on 4th fret chords: G; Am; C; D i dont like the way those cops are looking at me they've got something up their sleeves i walk into the café i get a coffee and shit -- now im broke wait for another day where i can see my own goddamn way when i dont have to pay a single cent for a caffeinated beverage again wont have to sleep again coffee: you're my only friend i dont like the way those cops are looking at the dead cops they've got something up their sleeves i walk into my cell i got a few knives so i start a few fights and wait for another year where i'll be eligible for parole when i dont have to pay a single cent for a caffeinated beverage again wont have to sleep again wont have to eat again, wont have to live again no gods, no masters, we'll conquer the police state together.
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chords: D A Bm G D Fm Am Em riding buses gets me nowhere working for filthy capitalists set me back i make my coffee, ride my bike, tie my laces lately i havent been seeing many familiar faces i want to grow a lot of plants, and drink from the ground. eat whats good and pure, and find out whats really right for me! and she smoked smokes since she was thirteen and the snowblower blows til may at least, and you got a lot of funny jokes, and sometimes those jokes, just aint so damn funny anymore. riding buses gets me nowhere working for filthy capitalists sets me back i make my coffee, ride my bike, tie my laces lately i havent been seeing many familiar faces
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near-ghosts 02:43
chords: G Bm Em Am C B E A I dont want to talk about all the things you wanna talk about if you want me to bleed something else youll have to ship me to another goddamn earth because we're all humans here horrible people that dont deserve deserve a lick of time because were all monsters here preying on the weak and tired souls of the deep holes in the walls of the coffee rings on my papers of the smoke stains on your new jacket i dont see point in your shredded tyres you can hug your porcelain teddy bowl you can kiss your glass until your lips corode you can jaundice yourself overnight you can clog your veins with a single bite i couldnt shake a stick at your right i couldnt stay asleep another night
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