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father doted over me
04:12
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father doted over me
with a branch in hand from the birchwood tree
he turned my eyes black and blue then he said,
"i love you, child, but my love's not free"
"la da da," he whispered in my ear and played my back like drums
i never even knew what i had done
"la da da," he whispered in my ear and loved my young heart numb
i never even knew what i had done
father doted over me
while i lay in bed feigning dreamsick sleep
he touched my heart, kissed me on the cheek
hand between my thighs where he made me bleed
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nothing feels real
03:32
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i find fulfillment in numbing my psyche with picture shows
i can't feel nothing if i don't let my eyes close
i prefer purpose to pleasure, pleasure is simpler though
orgasm's better if i don't let my eyes close
nothing feels real if i don't make it feel real
nothing feels like it matters if i don't make it feel like it matters
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they told me death is not the end
they warned that god is not my friend
my prayerbook's words will i amend
these dear misdeeds did i intend
and, o, underneath these clothes
all i am is bones, just bones in graves
and, o, nobody can know
if i have a soul or if i'm saved
how can i doubt the pains of hell
my father's grave serves my memory well
i tore his insides out of his shell
it's not a sin if he can't tell
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the bockscar children
03:18
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i, built with springs and these duct-tape tin-can wings
woke among crows in my finest sunday clothes
i told my tale in a cold plutonium hail
wrapped in a shroud, a corrosive mushroom cloud
i, built with love for the death of smaller bugs
tore out your homes with my foggy fission foam
all i could see were the roaches and debris
cause life's pretty calm for an old atomic bomb
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semen samples pt. 3
03:00
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only time can tell whether i'll die and go to hell
or if i'll live forever doubtful of myself
only i can say whether my femme will slip away
but i can't think much less i can't say words, okay
ah
bless me mother god
ah
i am wholly flawed
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semen samples pt. 1
07:24
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toughen up, sell your soul,, heels and hair, gun control
tie your teeth to the door, raven choir, carnivore
racing stripes, always gold, dodged the draft, never told
protein drinks, polyjuice, loose wrecked crew-cut recluse
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