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Be Fine
01:14
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Get the lead out
With her clothes off
And take those fucking
Pictures down
You can box ‘em
Better burn ‘em
Why would you
Want them around?
Take a shot at
Keeping busy
Make impossible to find
Better Hurry
Rip them roots out
The last frontier:
Within your mind
And in the end
If you can’t get her out
Then, you might as well
Pretend
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2. |
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Weak about the bear, I shoulda
Kicked dancers coming nearer
Scrutinize clarity
Could have been more
But, was I?
Weak on dissonance
Family verses Friends
Love in brevity
Calls ended
Even now
What am I?
Trying to step away
Red these thoughts
When they’re filthy
If foreheads graze
Go right through me
Into you
While thinking I was hiding
Where was your mind?
Hand’s crying, may I?
Say “when”
Weak!
How clear is this?
Breathe you in
When you come near
And now I have a deadline
A kiss is all
No
I want it all!
A kiss is all
Say “when”
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3. |
Push
02:17
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The junk notes go behind, the b-sides go behind
I'd been raised not to try; If it comes to hard then it's a lie
But if the swing is to rotate all the way
All must be given, our sweat chain and wood
If we are to fly, the whole town has to push
How ugly this world is, try my best not to change it
And effort, just sitting, when I all I think of is quitting
Petrol is the new water; bring back to old trends!
What the fuck am I saying? I can't do this alone!
All the notes are crumbled. Angry for failing
And old venues are tired; we don't want to back track
But, to change, one must face them!
Build the past up-side. Use it's momentum
Oh, all must be given. The ropes strengthened
To high-heavenly sainthood!
If we are to fly, we all have to push!
If we are to fly, we all have to!
If we're to survive, we all have to push!
If we are to fly, we all have to push.
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4. |
The Fire Song
05:10
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You sometimes don’t do what you want
Not fire or why you play with it
Though, it’s something I’ve often pondered
When you will not in other forums
I can cleanse
Oh, could that be
The thing that drew you
Close to me, me, me
Oh, she storms across the quad spinning
And I know in my lungs she might settle
She won’t kid, that would indeed be boring
Instead of burnt mittens prefers
Burned out old stories
I create
Oh, could there be
More on your tongue
I create
Oh, could there be
More on your tongue
And less of me?
An hour glass that won’t flip ‘round
And, proximity could slow it down
Only my warmth causing her heart to race
A comforting familiar face that—
I can sooth
Oh, could that be
I said, I can sooth
Oh, could that be
I can sooth
Oh, could that be
Why you curl up
Next to me
And breakfast in the pan at dawn
And warding off beasts that harm
And confined at celebrations
And tarnishing her irons
And melting frosted tears
And giving her an edge
And speaking back in crackles
When there were no friends
Oh, like you I sometimes don't do what I want
Not fire, or why you play with me
I have my reasons, as I'm sure you have yours
But, have you ever had holes in your clothes?
Or the souls of your shoes ever been melted?
There's an iron barrier, have you no clue why it's there?
I can make you mine
Oh, could that be
Why I dream obsessively
Of climbing the walls up to the roof
To burn your mouth as you stare at the moon?
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5. |
Villainous Boyfriends
01:43
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Demons pull and I love you so
Were your leg to be taken
I should let go
When you row I row
When you drink I drink
When you stop I stop
Demons pull
And I love you so
Were your leg to be taken
I should let go
When you row I row
When you drink I drink
When you stop I stop
When you sink I sink
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6. |
Roadkill
01:31
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I could have killed him
Put it on
Put me out
I drove around, fuming
Pretending to hit Dear
So snarky, gosh
A turn of the heel
And all is lost
Could have shoved off a cliff
And dangling you’d confess
An array of things you’ve
Never done to me
And I’d smile, set you free
My mind is made
Put in place
Open my mouth
Say nothin’
I perceive, set spaces
Assign to meals names and places
Thanks for the respect
Take step, stiffen
I look up, close my eyes, and listen
Debate to kill or to kiss 'em
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7. |
Frankenstein
01:58
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Someone’s high
Got ideas from the guy outside the cell
He’s reciting chants
Calling us like animals
“Poor Mates”
We had our choice, then we didn’t
It’s their fault, it’s ours
By our daddies, it was fate
We hate him, we’ll get him
We will grab him and take off running
In five different directions, poor man
Poor mate
Blah blah
Uh-huh
So what?
God, somebody help me!
Been seeking the end of this loop
They feed me and let sleep come
But always on all fours
Always on my knees
God, somebody help me!
There are gallows outside
Outside my window
Say they’ll never be used
But can’t close my eyes to them
They won’t let help come
And they’ve stapled my eyes
Oh, why am I here if not to die?
Why
Oh, why?
And it goes on
Want to live forever?
Try a gray room
It’s like you’ll never never never
Never never… [die].
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8. |
Pots and Houses
03:18
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This one threw her frail self down
And, though she, herself, heard
It made no sound
As sentient as trees and half as useful
She felt that philosophically
There was no crash because
No one was around to purvey
In court the case was thrown right out
No witness to invent
So when an opportunity came
Couldn’t fall and, thus, pretended
The people there pondered what had they seen
Trees give more accurate accounts
And the girl knew the nature of men
From so long not knowing
And, in fact, had counted on it
So in the reverse of lies and truth and politics
The witness to the fake ass fall
On bibles swore it was what they had heard
What they saw
And it sounds like this:
The dirt, since, dug up
Used as mud bricks to build houses
And the root she tripped on
A spoon, now, to build pots with
They pay for the first time
And it is settled in her mind
She feels real, now
And is quiet, now
Inside her head.
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9. |
Poor Devils
03:00
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Barbatos
I keep him close
No one believes he is now a ghost
Of the reign granted
An Earl, see that mug
No one prays to him
It tears my heart strings
How I came upon
This desperate hunger
To please to feed
That killed It’s mother
A Lass, I was, with nothing to nurse
A child of ages
He burned my breast
Was rumored to have lost
A love for men
Until they saw us singing in unison
He only looks human
But there under is a helpful monster
Walking upright
How I came upon
This desperate hunger
To please to feed
That killed It’s mother
I refrain from saying
“Go on, get out, now!”
He may leave as he pleases
But doesn’t know how
My love
Keep him close ‘till he finds what is hidden
Sending him off
Demanding that he wash
And keep believing
“Set afire the noose, fool
Were you to try”
If you could have
“Were you to try”
If you could have
If you could have
By now, you’d have certainly died
Oh, lost under God
Latched onto lass
I have grown tall
Through accountability
I have let him nigh
And he has left me dry
What I need is found
And my world is compounded.
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Girl Fry Los Angeles, California
Girl Fry or Girl Friar is a music project that is harvested semi-annually (though sometimes quarterly). The species is a
hybrid descended from both the South and Central American Vaquero and the Iberian Guitarrista.
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