friendly faux (2013)


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all songs written & performed by friendly faux
recorded in analog by a.smith
mixed by m.folker


released 20 July 2013



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Track Name: joke on a rope
sat in bed with the words in my head, many more still left to be said, I couldn't see but I liked to believe, killing time but it's not quite dead, too many hoops to jump through, and truths you wished weren't true, scanned the land, blocked the sun with my hand, kind of bland 'til I found you - such a sight to be seen, it's obscene, but I'm telling you, didn't mean to be mean but I mean what I am I to do? - you looked good even on paper, if looks could kill you'd be sending me to my maker, had something going but it ain't going nowhere, let's think it over, over think 'til we don't care, you like bad sight, good looks, your cake and eat it too, see? none the less she was impressed and undressed with sycophancy - if I can just get through today i'll be a blast from the past, blasphemous ass, can't show how little I know like a joke on a rope on a dangerous slope, it's a mystery to me, gotta fill in the facts, hurry relax, keeping calm, carrying on, on my own, all alone - used your apathy to cut any loss, opted out of any options with additional costs
Track Name: it's your mind, don't mind me
I just thought I'd let you know, over the telephone, time is fast and I'm to slow, locked and loaded with nowhere to go - it's your mind, don't mind me, it's your face, don't face me - static in place of drum rolls, lights are low, temperatures cold, time is rich and I'm too broke, well if you say so - too big for your britches, too small to ignore, it's how much we can question, versus how much we know, I couldn't say what I wanted to say because I wanted to say it to you
Track Name: coulda shoulda woulda
I coulda been a scapegoat, they'd serve me as the main course, I wanna bleed and bleed 'til there's no more blood to lust for, I shoulda been in poor taste, win all the hipster praise, sure enough I'll bluff 'til there's no more cards left to play, I woulda been an "it" girl, and wear a slutty dress, I wanna swoon, croon, swagger, stagger like a fucking mess - I don't want your pity, I won't be your pet, I'm just sticking around until it's time to collect, double check my convictions, and then I forget, wanna bet? playing it safe as a seatbelt, nothing's holding me back, I pretend to defend when I'm under attack, the lights bring the attention, the dark begs you to stay - the final chapter's on the next page, walking the plank into old age, I'll need a new hole to hide, a mask to match my disguise, a fix to shroud my disgust, a paint to cover the rust, say there's a chance I say no way, wouldn't fit in with the display, rather be out of the loop, I'm moving off of the grid, I'm sick of all of this shit, it just is what it is
Track Name: yesterday's tomorrows
now that the flood gates are open, I'm done looking to the past, all of our days are numbered so you do the math, we won't take no for an answer, retract the steps but don't backtrack, I got it all in my mirrors and ain't looking back - no more tomorrows, now means now, it's like waiting around with caffeine in your veins, and it pains me to say that all the gains that we've made don't suit me the same, probably all in vain, it's the game that we play stuck in the same place, the rules are the same, but the pieces have changed - am I too young to demonstrate? or too old to relate? don't clip the wings cuz it won't fly, stamp of approval on which you rely, gotta lead ahead of the pack, luck won't just land in your lap - is it too good to be true? or is it cupboard love? do we belong in a zoo? I think it's all the above - back then you used to be king, you're out of places to hide, and now you loosen your reign, you ain't been cool since two thousand and five - cross it out and crumple it up, disagree with myself today, disobey, it's hard to comply, when god's honest truth is a lie, I'm afraid to lead the charge, out of my cage and into a larger one, the taste in every breath, finger in the eye, if satisfaction is death, then we will never die
Track Name: when pluto was a planet
Track Name: stop, drop & drool
watch out! there's idiots about, I can't tell where the pushing ends and the shoving begins, read me loud and clear, like a deer in the headlights, inevitability is near, lost at last, we're contagious, don't dare blame us, for being so fucking famous - please extend your hand, though I don't know how to shake it, you two look like a match but I bet she has to fake it, towards me she skates in a particular gait and I stop, drop and drool, a little road pop I'm in need of some action, double your fun, twice as much as the one, by the edge of your teeth and on the skin of your seat, and then you stop, drop and drool
Track Name: then again
when I am stoned alone and comfortable, dreaming in droning monotones, I think something that's ugly can be beautiful, then again who would know - I don't know who you are, but we've made it this far - tempting advance says there's a chance, another turn of the screw, it's like losing the lottery, ignore advice, sure would be nice to spend the night with you, you can't win if you don't play - flirtatious faces, beck and call, she's like a walking talking fireball, I ain't equipped to handle all that jazz, I ain't got shit to show but I bet she has - some like it soft, some like it rough, sometimes it's not enough, I find it hard to pick and choose, that stolen charm won't bring you any luck, sometimes when you win you really lose - she's fashion forward, stuck in reverse, it's still unclear which of us fired first, then again the deed is done, I couldn't give two flying fucks, maybe one
Track Name: get down with the dregs
he was raised a humanist heathen, better than in a cave, couldn't explain any rhyme or reason, the reason is he's afraid, going to hell but he means well, screwdriver, this is not a drill, haven't you heard? bet you can guess, deserves more but he gets less, less is more but there's more stress, he's the one left to clean up the mess, the only difference is, the emphasis - get down with the dregs, fucking losing your head like you used to, get down with the dregs, show a little more leg than you're supposed to - he was never really that smart, counts his fingers using hashmarks, talking politics with his pets, no replies, no regrets, bathtub's full of odds and ends, pull the plug, will he sink or swim?
Track Name: all capslock
I'm an alien, call me what you want - I bought myself a gun, because I wanted one, don't worry it won't be long, before we're dead and gone - I'm an alien, at least she said I was - I bought myself a gun, because I wanted one, don't worry it won't be long, before there's a hole in your heart - it's good to know I don't know myself at all, it's nice to think there's a reason for this cause, it's neat to think you're special cuz you're not, kiss me, kill me, fuck me, write me off - see through me, future visions in 3D, see through me, future visions, from a dream...