1. |
The March
03:08
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I try to keep days long so i can sleep
I try to say the right words so they don’t freak
I try to keep my mouth shut so i don’t speak
I try to keep my head down so i don’t break
So I don’t shake
I try to keep my days long but i cant sleep
I try to say the right words but they still freak
I try to keep my mouth shut but i still speak
I try to keep my head down but i still break
Keep it up dum dum keep it up dum dum keep it up dum dum
its good for you
So I don’t Shake
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2. |
Burning Up
03:23
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5 O’Clock on a sunny afternoon
Traffic’s been stopped since half past two
Everyone thinks their more important than you
Tweakers are stealing bikes, hipsters are chasing likes
Let’s all roast in the sun, endless summer fun, burning up
What we’ve got is on fire
even trustfund babies are really tired
Their maids get yelled at by mothers who hate their fat
Their Dads go to bat, throwing all their balls at
Let’s call it a sunny afternoon
Ignore the guy heating up his spoon
In this paradise for me and you, and maybe him too
Because we’re burning up, and turning black, there is no turning back
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3. |
No More
03:31
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Here we go again
Holding out your hand
Say you’re a friend
Just to take it back
Oh no more
Gifts in my hands
Held over my head
Kindness that binds
Trips up my feet
Oh no more
Caught in your web
Pulling on those strings
Trapped under your wing
A pet that sings
Is what you want
But that ain’t me
Oh no more
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4. |
Rat Trap
01:58
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I never commit, never do in full
half baked and half-assed
my thoughts are trash
How long can this go on? How many nights?
‘Til I can get some sleep, ’til I’m all right
Caught in a, in a rat trap
Caught in the rat trap
I see my reflection, I look just fine
For now there’s no pain
For now it’s all right
I drown in self pity, I’m too proud for that
Caught a wounded ego
stuck in my own trap
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5. |
What's a Good Cop?
04:45
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Late night, on my way home
Here comes, drug squad, rolling unmarked
One quick maneuver, and I’m shaken down
I got nothing, did no wrong, it’s just cops in this town
What’s a good cop?
Yeah, so I was cruising down the street, trying to get something to eat,
oh, I guess it must have been Rodeo because here they go harassing me
And actually, I popped a tire on my way to Van Nuys and to my surprise, they pulled me over
I felt relieved, but instead of offering any help they just asked me for license and registration
All right so there’s this LAPD cop who generally likes to loiter at my work, strut his authority aimlessly, and one time he told this story about how he got called to Culver City, where a man needed recuscitation and the nurse on site who was trying to perform CPR was trying to get his help, but he said that he wouldn’t do it. And He said, and I qoute, “I won’t do it because the guy, is a dirty bum.”
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6. |
Heartbreak for Heroes
03:42
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We tried, as hard as we could
We wanted to save time, to be heroes
And for a little while we stayed together
Until it died, and we were torn apart
Kill to stay together
Heartbreak the heroes
Fate to fall apart
In a dream of cigarettes and smoke
I want to sleep without a vision of you
Without a drink, so that I could stay
And not sink, but we couldn’t steal time
We heroes, couldn’t stand by the wall
The sounds we know were their shots high above
The wall was torn down, our kisses meant nothing
We couldn’t beat them, it was hopeless and that was a fact
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7. |
Feed Me Drugs
02:01
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Day after day the bodies pile up
One more close call I'll have to give it up
make them feel worse for only having fun
just give me more so I don’t come undone
Feed me drugs
Don’t feed me shame
Another year another body count
Just more statistics till the pressure mounts
They don’t want help if they can’t help themselves
Keep lining pockets as you stock the shelves
Chalk lines around them can’t be all you see
Nillions of dollars make a sea of green
Get doctors in on it and double down
Come on lets turn those frowns upside down
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8. |
Doomsday
02:57
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It’s two minutes to midnight, but it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
They say the bombs may fall but it feels like 3 AM
Only nervous nerds seem to worry at all ‘cause it feels like 3 AM
Let’s sleep through the climate collapse ‘cause it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
We’re not all starving yet but it feels like 3 AM
Just forget the ones who are ‘cause it feels like 3 AM
Dance in the streets to put ourselves at ease ‘cause it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
It’s two minutes to midnight but it feels like 3 AM
They say the bombs may fall but it feels like 3 AM
I can’t find the energy to to care at all ‘cause it feels like 3 AM
Everything is falling apart and it feels like 3 AM
It’s 2 minutes to midnight but it feels like it’s 3 AM
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9. |
Another Dollar
02:21
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So bored, when is it over?
Another day, another dollar
Is it worth it? Worth waking up for?
Worth the rent? Can I even pay it?
Another day and I’m still here
Every day, the same question
Is in my head, no solution
Stuck in a rut, with direction
I know what I want, it’s not in reach yet
Another dollar, another day
another dollar not to complain
Close up, now it’s over
another day, another dollar
Tomorrow may be the same
Tomorrow I may make a change
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10. |
Tell Yourself
02:30
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I’m blown away, truly impressed
By your selective memory, so natural it seems
Your ability, your knack for these
One-sided stories, rewriting history
Tell yourself, anything
Tell yourself, what you need
To get through the night
Another night sour, another burned bridge
Others will clean up the mess, they owe you this
More time to stay at home, no one understands
How hard it is to be you, to walk a mile in your shoes
They’re all gone, no one’s left now
Turned their backs on you, feel that knife twist too
Never think on the past, context is total trash
never thought when you made your bed, you’d have to lie in it
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Crisis Actor Los Angeles, California
Crisis Actor are three musicians who simply ask, is there such a state as too
paranoid? Whether psy-op or social
commentary, on guitar is Tony Knox, host of the Radio program
No More Heroes on KXLU; on bass is Zach Crawford, who’s been heard
deejaying at various shows in the Los Angeles punk scene under the name Paul
Cinnamon; and on drums is Jonathan Ihejeto, a hip-hop artist known as Jet 2.
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