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Intro
00:13
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If sex is art, and art is sex
With beauty found within excess
Then lets just rip our clothes apart
And spit some poems from the heart
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I been on my own shit lately
No mistake makin, except with everything
Severing heads in my head, it's a lie
Livin in the livid like I'm ready to die
I been on my own shit lately
Alienate and levitate, focusin on betterin
Repetitive, all of it in vain
Settling for never in the belly of pain
I been feelin homesick lately
Home is where the heart is, lonely and departed
Home is where I stay, but "the hole" is my reside
Livin in the livid like I'm ready to die
I been on my own shit lately
No mistake makin, except with everything
Severing heads in my head, it's a lie
Livin in the livid like I'm ready to die
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Smacked-Brain Syndrome
00:45
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Sometimes when I close my eyes there's a flashing white light
And it triggers fight or flight, Ima find a finer guide
Sick of boozin every night
After one too many shots taken made me cold faint
Can't colour, can't word, can't paint
The feelings of my shame when I woke up on the pavement
Lookin like a caveman, feelin like grime
Scabs on my forehead, steady on shine
Never feelin fine, body readying for givin in
Lack in a luck or remorse, or a discipline
Jittery, vision isnt simmering
Wishing that my misery was visiting but instead
It brought a big bed, yeah the coziest chosen
Bloated me, black bile coated me
Gotta catch codeine and protein, woe is me
Said edge is approaching me, it's Reece
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I Love Food
00:55
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I'm depressed, yet I'm riddled with glee
I want mac n cheese or something else to that degree
Poutine or a dog on a bun
Sustenance is comforting, summer as the sun
Winter's never done for, I am the one
Always on the run but I'm common as they come
Comedy of fugitive, life is so punitive
Euthanasic suicide, beautify my tombstone
Clog another artery absuing my renewed tone
Life flashed a bit, I been steady healing since
But the smack to my head has me feeling like a synth
Keyed up and drawn out, taken in and squashed down
I need a couple days to give my noggin a rinse
Who's hoggin the absinthe? Not me tonight!
Don't want another repeat of cold sweats and blurry lights
But I don't wanna be mature in life
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Interlude
00:12
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Yikes
00:16
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I keep waking up everyday
With "I can't do it" written all on my face
If you really liked the sting
You'd keep smoking at that pace
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Moonshine
00:39
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Holdin the wreckage respecting anything I can
But the nets are apparent and oh god
I'm folding in the rotting of thoughts
I been jotting all my energies
The seventies were plentily, artistry but generally
Even when I'm elderly I'll sell my voice and shred the weed
Fidelity reality?
Piece of my cheek has been painted with the pain
Slumped off a blunt
As ray would say it's the way of the road
You smell like attraction, nicotine and pheromone
Yada yada the Miata talks a lotta
Half competent attempts to say what she aughta
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Dried Like Prunes
01:08
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I'm feeling like shite I wanna jus turn on my side
But getting old bites, sold another sprite
Buying my time with a shift I don't like
Biding my life, gotta pay the bills
Gotta get a ticket, gotta tally up a skill
Gunna grow wrinkles with a bitter so shrill
Every other second like I wanna pop pills
Foamin at the mouth from the trauma, trauma
Hospital visits, I don't wanna, wanna
Self-medicate with marijuana, often
Killin braincells til the coffin, proppin
Cardboard scenery gets chewed by the script
Life's a limp-dick, made for limp-dicks
To geriatric and never bury the hatchet
To match it, most meatheads you meet
Want your weed or your skills or golden ticket receipt, it's weak
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Mosh Shit
00:52
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I want the snare to fuck my lungs
I want the air the suffocate me
I want the mosh to cradle me
Lots of options, shove or punk step
Lager beer and tequila shots
I want you here, but I guess instead
I'll push this punk chick and snag a selfie
Fat Mike fucked up, what a great night
Aren't we all just trying our best?
20-odd years just to get to this point
Plenty off people were coped with this song
Fuckin love this shit, they played Hope emotional
There's a dark in my vision, and an art to my silence
Winds on my back, sins in my livin
Hate for a situation sick teens made
Aren't we all just trying our best?
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I love that your cigarette breath is repulsive
My hearts really throbbin, my brain is still pulsin
This headache's been killin me, I feel that you been feelin me
Perceptions only a snake eating it's tail
Grass in my toes I remember grad drinks
Stars in my eyes, side ears really sink
To a tune by the wise--feelin so much lately
Cat's on the porch--I'm a grown-up baby
Nothin to do, nowhere to call home
Time to blow cheques on the cellular phone
Cheap thrills from expensive habits
Shirley Temples to the temples and your sinuses jam it
Lookin so pretentious, livin so fast
Sick of this dimension, foot up on the gas
My brain's a fuckin mess, these sounds they all surround me
I see into the black with an adjective; profoundly
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Crying In Her Lap Again
00:48
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Give your whole life, take back the lint
Time to go cry in her lap again
Sobbin' a lot, and I'm laughin' a bit
I'm manic, and I'm frantic, and I'm slappin' a brick
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All of you hi-fi rappers so minimal
All about the dope flow, oh, I'm so cynical
Andy Warhol off blunt and Bud Light
Some won't go for broke, some might
Ready to ruin my life for a gig
Sales to the bidder and my life's on bid
World's unimpressed by a shithead kid
So I'll kick in shit while I'm kickin it, shit
Bustin bud with buds, Bunsen burnin wrapped bud
Mention dirty rat weed, guess I'm dirty rat, huh?
Tapes so good that I'm summoning ghosts
People really shocked that I'm doing the most
I like the sounds make me sound like a demon
Lofi punk-crust Casio Jesus
Fuck the bass like a heavy metal band
Just in case there is definitely deficit
Cymbal in the middle of a kit so sick
Never am I settling for bland
Now take a second, leavin everybody guessin
What my next move? I don't know what you suggesting
Ask no questions, I don't need no help
And I never learn a fuckin lesson, what's that?
Smash my head up on the pavement
Red Cararro on a lane switch
I ain't sayin shit, but my eyes is
Stick a needle in my fuckin iris
I risk everything for an Audi
R8 then the bitches would talk about me
Maybe the bitches would flock about it
Put some weed in the air and choke about it
I don't toke with nobody that ain't about it
Fuck anybody that ain't about it
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Jacob loves his life but he hates it lay
KJs living day to day
Every growing, ever loving both of them
KJ and Jacob on the road again
One tries to humble himself in recognizing fault
One tries the same from the bottom to the top
Both love cars, both work their day labor
Both play favorites yet avoid taking favors
Oh this life I lead, I will never leave, I will live
Oh this life I lead, I will never leave, I will live
Oh this life I lead, I will never leave, I will live
Oh this life I lead, couple friends, all I need
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As I stumble outside being born again
Closing the door, no before to affect
Freestyle down the street to the beat
Of our feet moving forward and the phone's speaker peak
Always lookin dirty and beat, I'm so tired
Affected, hungry, and weak, I'm so wired
Another bad habit that a radical manned
Tryna stay affable when people say I'm laughable
I swear the chapters are thinner
Winds blowin pages to the winter
Age has been the killer
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I sense my mentality is dwindling and thinning
Crave another sinning, devils other bidding
No matter how many times I tell myself winning
Winter gets cold and reminds me a cynic
Critically I'm bonkers, catchy-wise? so-so
Meta-wise? shut up! Xanax, wine, and co-co
Askin my best friend questions that he's used to
2 or 3 shots in the morning really moves you
A couple nice words can't reverse years of proof
Confidence is opposite to tears too true
Autumn, right? Moon's in the daylight
Messages affectin other people when I say like:
So fuckin bitter, so fuckin cold
Please tell me please, that's just not what getting old is
Stomach fuckin sunken and my brain's foldin
Please tell me please, I just need to get scolded
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Selfish
01:27
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Little glass piece takes really vast heat
God, I'm so sorry that it didn't work out
Lights on engine revolutions repeat
I'm here if you need, I'm here if you need
Little glass piece takes really vast heat
God, I'm so sorry that it didn't work out
Lights on engine revolutions repeat
I'm here if you need, I'm here if you need
I'm feelin unique, genetically freaked
Back on my feet after crackin my knee
Wanted stand free, people laughin at me
It's ok to be
Selfish
Boost someone's confidence to boost your own confidence
It's ok to be
Selfish
We all need someone to love us
It's ok to be
(SELFISH)
We all need someone to love us
It's ok to be
(SELFISH)
We all need someone to love us
It's ok to be
(SELFISH)
We all need someone to love us
It's ok to be
(SELFISH)
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Selfless
01:14
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Cause everyone's feelings are more important than mine, apparently
Can't have this nice one thing to me
I'm sick of constant people please
I can't stand up, I don't think I'll win
If you see me that way, put me in the bin
I was sick of always tryna get along anyway
Anyways
It's like trying my best overdoes it or something
Someone's always tryna tell me no fun
People like the fake me, so I just sedate me
Guess I'm too real, people can't take me
Snow's falling heavy, breath is visible, your kissable
I'm miserable
Feelings getting visceral
I was sick of always tryna get along anyway
Anyways
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Outro
00:45
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19. |
753911
06:08
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You ain't got a one man band
You just want a fund for your sadness
Tryna get by with no talent, challenged
Ima sing-song like a natural, uh
Tryna get through to the music
Gunna get knowledge, gunnin to use it
I would never lie for a band
And still Ima sing-song like a natural, uh
Ima get high two times
Ima smoke out on the porch
Ima get sly with the rhyme
Ima get slick when I do it baby, uh
Queue the lights, improve my life
The bud was blue, I blew it twice
Persue the knife, abusin to use it
I choose to lose my grip on life
I can see through, I'm the one that did it
If you come through Ima eat you
Mama never beat you
Everything you do's so see-through
Ima backwash a whole catalogue
Animal, clearin all datalogs
Actin like a primate
Monkey sees it's angery
Orangutan on Tanqueray
My stream is full, the tank is E
My brain is weak
The days and weeks and months all blend to haze for me
"Wait til' she's fallen asleep, that's when they killed her"
Since a kid, little spittin image, I was such a misfit
Gettin damage, I'm a Descendent, I Like Food
No one really drops what I'm tryna do
Allular: money? never get it
Hallraker, audience repellent
Obtain the dollars then end it
-- Two lives so cold in a box
Two souls and my thoughts won't stop
Spit another entry from the diary
Tryna find ways they admire me
Self-made hell-scape fiery
Only I'll retire me
Maybe I don't belong here
Write another sad song, cheers
Sip some beers, pass the bud
Blacken the lung
Take enough drink that the kraken would drown
Pass it around
And again and again
And again and again
Gimme the gin, then gimme then do it again
Do it again
Pass the bud, blacken the lung
Take enough drink that the kraken would drown
Pass it around again
And again and again
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