1. |
Rubber
02:40
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Arrest the whole town
I saw them do it myself tonight
They’re having a feast and telling the neighbors
that she is deceased but tastes like Lifesavers
while kids play on the tire deflaters
And they have fangs in their feet
While adults forget to eat
And a ball rolls in the street
And pops
And I have resolved to not tell another
I’ll keep it between you, me, and my mother
While the whole town’s laced with broken rubber
And that’s fine
Arrest the whole town
They’re wearing their teeth inside of their houses tonight
Waiting for a ball to roll in the street
And stop
Arrest the whole town
You saw them do it too
Arrest the whole town
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2. |
My House
04:12
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There’s a man in my backyard, he’s pissing in the pool
I have seen him all my life and I used to think it was cool
There’s a song I used to sing when I thought he wasn’t there
I’d lay my head to go to sleep and I’d hear the dog get scared
1, 2, 3, 4 get out of my house
Big wise man
I saw him at the Quickie Mart coughing up a lung
And playing songs on his guitar that I wrote when I was young
Mom says she caught him in her car, sleeping with a gun
I used to throw rocks as he ran I thought we were having fun
1, 2, 3, 4 get out of my house
Big high man
I broke his bike, I cracked his pipe,
I bought a bat, and burned his hat
‘Woke up to a flashlight through my window at
3AM
I moved out 6 months ago and now I sleep through the night
But Gingie’s voice is growing thin from one too many fights
I wonder why he sticks around, maybe it’s his only game
We’ve called the cops a million times but they never remember his name
1, 2, 3, 4 get out of my house
Big wise man
1, 2, 3, 4 get out of my house
Big wise man
With your broken plan
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3. |
My Party
04:08
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The monologues say lots of silly words that don’t add up
They wreck my brain and pour it into a plastic cup
Tear it up like confetti that falls from the ceiling and hits me in the eye
Come to my party, cover my face with saliva pies
Because I can’t believe it was a good day
Whenever it’s a good day I just put the good away
To keep it safe from my party
The number nineteen doesn’t mean anything
My head’s a canteen where fiction pours a Kool-Aid stream
See the red showing through?
My favorite color to see on you when I’ve had a long night
I made T.V. dinner babe, take a bite
Because I can’t believe it was a good day
Whenever it’s a good day I just put the good away
To keep it out of my party
Touch me to (800) 588…
That corporate sound, I know you hear it too
In the screaming blue
The blue screen light that falls over the room
As the daytime moon picks up the sun just like a spoon
Put it in my mouth to shut me up when I’m full of doubt
And when I won’t believe it was a good day
Whenever it’s a good day I just put the good away
And I can’t believe that babe still loves me
When every day’s a pain because I put the good to bed
Having parties in my head
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4. |
Neighborhood Watch
02:03
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5. |
Class Pet
03:02
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They saw you come out sorry that night
And hazy under red light
I saw the rabbits around my feet
With red eyes they were blinking
Like security lights
And eating anything they could find
The class pets that were left behind
In the shower you made me your sacrifice
For an hour, I smile to be nice
Let me break the ice with my teeth
You were hazy
And lazy
That summer you tried to betray me
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6. |
The Mids
03:25
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I gave a grown man
The first number I ever had
I shook his hand and then I drew back ‘cause it felt just like my dads
I ran and hid
I had to sit
Started to slip
Throw up on a page
A study in scholastic rage
A five dollar sale that happens every fucking day
And you place bids
On the kids
Who have the mids
At least you did, at least you did
Help mom get a smile
At least just for a little while
A mile
‘Cause in the passenger seat you’re still her child
A kid
Who has accidents
Who has the mids
I’m done throwing fits and vacations
And they will miss me when I’m gone again
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7. |
Cherry Kisses
03:24
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There is a story in my head
Where you take me up to the aqueduct
And there is a movie in my eyelids
Of stars we would see at the aqueduct
And you would give me cherry kisses
There is a feeling that I touch
When I think of you in the desert wind
And there is a taste in my cup
And I can almost drink the sand
And you would give me cherry kisses
From the top
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8. |
Melting Game
03:56
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I've been playing games counting down the microwave
If I stop it before it gets to three then death cannot follow me
And I've been writing names with all the letters lowercase
When a tall symbol looks at me it makes my stomach sink
And I think
We hear that hum
Where'd it come from?
Ringing sound
Coming up from the ground
I've been watching lines running through peoples' minds
Like the wiring in your mother's house or the jump ropes you left lying around
And it's no surprise at all that when one trips all the others fall
With our shoelaces all tied together I know that we all
Hear that hum
Where'd it come from?
Ringing sound
Burning holes in the ground
And we all fall in and break our mothers' backs again
We all fall in with noises in our heads again
You've been counting cards you get from friends on holidays
You're jumping through your yard and you're afraid to step on your driveway
I know you're not paranoid, you just listen to the noise
And we know that when we close our eyes no one can see us anyway
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Lilliana Villines Los Angeles, California
Born and raised in Van Nuys, California by an astrologer, a birthday clown, and a Venice painter turned insurance agent. Songs about superpowers and supermarket parking lots.
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