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Luau
02:25
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Bored, Ravi, Annie and Tony packed their bags and hauled. Moved to Maui to make a B movie, slasher called "Luau."
Stunning scenic backdrop of Hawaii, murdered one by one. Staged for rich, sadistic white tourists -- fun in sun. "Luau."
Hula: sun headed down. Glances exchanged. Tone nearly drowns. Soon we forget, and traveling around ...
Check in at the AirBNB. I get tied up by the landlord. Ravi tries to skydive but the pilot strangles him with ripcord. Wetsuit gang of feral blond kids hit Annie with their surfboards. Tony stoned with pineapples thrown by Aloha-tacky-shirted hordes.
I wake, banana leaf, hot rock, roasting in a hole. Mouth with apple. Horrible ending. Credits roll. "Luau."
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Endless Winter
03:07
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Summer, before becoming her prey. Corporate retreat, she stole me away. Seemed to love Christ but led me astray. Hardly touched before our wedding day. Prayed and cut the cake on a silver tray. Cabin by the ski slope getaway. That was where it all went wrong.
I broke my back the only time my wife and I were intimate. Why did my soulmate smash my spine and act like I was into it? How did I miss her cruel design that awful endless winter?
Daily I begged for pills to kill pain. Tied me to a table, rope and wire. Nursed me to health, then hurt me again. Read it from the book, brimstone, hellfire. Said to me a verse, then wrapped barbed wire. Needed food and water, no one higher. Wondered how it all went wrong.
I spent my twenties as a rake, a swaggering Lothario. Was this what she thought I deserved, this "Misery" scenario? How did I miss her cruel design that awful endless winter?
Years I spent on the vine, memorized pickup lines, tracking mine, sending signs. Nobody gets too close. Punished for what I was, or some weird thing she does? Justice served? Just because? Nobody gets too close. Not so young, making off, did my worst, tipped the trough. Change of heart not enough? Nobody gets too close.
Pain went away over time but memories persist in me. I see a shrink for post-traumatic symptoms with consistency. How did I miss her cruel design that awful endless winter?
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The Impostor
03:38
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I'll fall down. Still, it's nice to meet you. Hoping for the best. New in town. Reaching for the apple. Better than the rest until I stumble. I recognize hardly anyone around. Uncertainty growls inside of me. Hard as hell to keep down. I shamble around, faking poise, but I'll falter, then everybody knows. Shoulders slack, I'm a joke, an impostor, pretending to the throne. Cool wins out. Still, it's nice to meet you. Better than the rest. Cruel-spun doubt. Bracing for disaster. Put me to the test. I quickly crumble. I recognize hardly anyone around. Uncertainty growls inside of me. Hard as hell to keep down. I shamble around, faking poise, but I'll falter, then everybody knows. Shoulders slack, I'm a joke, an impostor, pretending to the throne. I have a job and a website now. One day, though, everybody knows. Shoulders slack, I'm a joke, an impostor, pretending to the throne. Everybody knows.
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See You Monday
02:35
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I did that once and I regret it. I'm grown and strong and I regret it. Not again. I once was lost when I was a lonely kid. I'm too far along to return to what I did. Not again. This can't come around, so I'll be cautious. I won't break down in the office. Not again. I wanted to give up. I was confused and weak. I straightened up and said, "See you Monday."
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Binge-Watch Yourself
04:19
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Oh, why'd I wait to see the show? Our flawless era offering all my dreams commodified. Bobbing past, a tiny tide. Swirling, streaking, babbling, shrieking, crashing undertow. Oh, why'd I wait to grab the phone? This precious moment, wasted. New occasions analyzed. Candid shots anatomized. Annotating, celebrating every changing tone. Binge-watch yourself on every channel at once. Every streaming service, every platform that runs. Binge-watch yourself on every channel, spinning round and round and round. Oh, wide-eyed waif, bathed in the glow. This wondrous tanning bed with every utterance itemized, tiny musing classified. Scrolling, racing, tracking, tracing every small tableau. Oh, could I walk right out, with winter whipping all around? Oh, could I power it down, parade outside without a crown? Oh, could I lock myself out? Lost in time, what am I now? A man? No place to wave and bow? No crowd to see it, anyhow? Wandering in the snow?
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Let Your Ambition Go
02:08
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How's it gonna be when your head's at sea after you've got millions and the use of your products you don't understand? But you'll hype the brand, managing a thousand people while they make eleven bucks. You're in bad company with a bad company. You'll forget every way you know. If you suspect your ambition might be bad for the world and you can let your ambition go, then you should let your ambition go. Mess of student debt, what to do with that, if it only ends up with you standing stage left someday? Why do you like your act, "The Aristocrats" -- a chorus line that never looks too dignified anyway? You're in bad company with a bad company. You'll forget every way you know. If you suspect your ambition might be bad for the world and you can let your ambition go, then you should let your ambition go. What is the choice in a case like mine where living right and well can some way align, and do something true from a comfortable spot? Bad choices pile up everywhere. The money's not worth it. Get out of there. Now we should judge ourselves first by what we're not.
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Nausea
02:53
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Finally called to the castle. Summoned to dine with her majesty. Stand to await her arrival. Staring in awe at the pageantry. Gobbling grapes in the green room. Seeing a future so far away. Flag tumbles down from the rafters. Suddenly hunched in an archway. Nausea while I wait for the queen. Now feeling sick by the banquet. Noble beside me has fainted. Meaningful glance among servants. Fruit or the wine, were they tainted? Nausea while I wait for the queen. I want action. Give me some more. Driven to succeed. Now I say farewell. Finished off by greed. See you all in hell. I want action. Give me some more. My undignified end.
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Desperate
02:27
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Ben! Something should be happening, but it's lost. It's too late to fix. Somehow we got our signals crossed. Ben, I see the panic in your eyes. It's not what I want. But maybe the mess hides something wise. Oh, it's fine if the world is confused by me, and if all my intentions are delicate. And if all is one day lost to history, then to strive for perfection is desperate. Ben, someday the stage will be destroyed. Demo will end as both of our souls float 'round the void. Then I won't regret what's happened now. Moments are small, and decency's all. The future is empty anyhow.
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Love Won't Hurt
03:56
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