family bed (the)

by the family bed

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
04:10
5.
03:27
6.
7.
04:36
8.
06:08
9.

about

pouty

credits

released February 5, 2014

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

the family bed Kansas

the family that lays together, stays together //

contact / help

Contact the family bed

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: underwater now pt. IV
they say there's no light
they blame each coming night
there rests a vacuum
out in space
with needles pinpointing your place
////
they say there's no guide
i'm inclined to believe them
we're gone
preoccupied
sweating over where circles begin
////
tell all your friends
i'm your favorite weapon
too busy defending pop-punk
instead of your story
////
you say what you like
go ahead
it will not save you
you pray to your unoccupied sky
but i have buried you
up to your knees
sticking to your roots
know what i mean
////
tell all your friends
i'm your favorite weapon
too busy defending pop-punk instead of your story
tell all your fucking friends
i'm your favorite goddamn weapon
Track Name: skeleton guy by a landslide
corduroy
cut-off shorts
exposing skin
for holy wars
i fought before i could begin
a currency
spilled underneath
two bloody knees
and dirty sheets
to borrow but not to spend
////
i made friends
with the devil dressed in blue
(did you make friends with our devil dressed in blue)
eating crickets for the sake of starting new
(i fed you crickets for the sake of something new)
i made friends with the captain and his crew
(did you make friends with the captain and our crew)
////
because when it ends
they say
he'll know just what to do
and i believe him
////
i will explode
please don't watch me
please don't watch me
just go home
Track Name: let's make an honest statement about tumblr
i will watch your eyes move for a bit while you're sleeping
i don't think you'd mind because i'm always mispeaking
and i'm working on something to make you feel better
a caustic concoction of thigh-highs and sweaters
////
i hope you know i made this all up
i hope that you don't give a fuck
i wish that i'd made this all up
because i know that you don't give a fuck
////
i've got arms
i've got history books all memorized
well the covers at least
not so much what's inside
but i say that's what counts
if you're counting by fives
fast-forwarding through
all those muskets and knives
////
you're at war
with the floor
but my arms
are the ropes
that have kept you down here for as long as you've known
unless you've got
something sharp
i suggest you let go
because you're not getting up
and you're not going home
////
i need you to watch me
get sad and grow old
////
(why can't i feel anything from anyone other than you)
i hope that you know i mean well
because heaven without you is hell
the earth without us is just math air and dust
until we say that it's something else
Track Name: '10
it's some kind of joke
when i tell the truth
if i'm getting away at all
it's away from you
but i'm getting nowhere soon
the way back is long
put a pencil in the tape
and rewind what's wrong
////
it's some sort of fib
when you leak a lie
take a breather kid
and shut your eyes
because you're getting nowhere soon
the way back is long
put a pencil in the tape
and rewind what's wrong
////
we will dance in the dark
you'll be humming my tune
and in the lack of light
my fleeting feet will fly
i fear i'm afraid
scared to silently say
that i'm not the rock you need
i can barely keep my feet
i don't belong on your balance beam
////
it's that kind of ache
that has you sweating blood
when your phone won't shake
you can't calm your gut
it's there that you know
she isn't coming home
so you're scraping your skin
on your knees to atone
////
for stoning yourself
for sowing her seeds
for fucking around
for turning her down
for your love of the fire
for your leave of the heat
for the shape in your sheets
for the sheep that now sleeps
for the wolf in your brain
for the mound of magazines
you don't belong on this balance beam
////
i will dine in the dark
you'll be humming my tune
and in the lack of light
her sucker's skin will fry
because now i'm on fire
in love with your heat
and i don't belong on this balance beam
i don't belong on your balance beam
Track Name: lecher
can you believe
what they will believe
if it just comes from my mouth
all i have to do is stand
and then most of them drop out
and the weirdest part about it
is i'm sure i'm doing right
and the weirdest part about it
is i still sleep well at night
next to my wife
////
can you believe what happened
why he retired
i guess we had that bastard pegged
i guess we are in charge of our own heads
after it all
high school is fleeting
but some of us never stop
never stop teething
permanence is a fat fucking lie
nobody means to leave
but we all have to die sometime
////
can you believe
what they will believe
if i just go type it out
in this bullshit standard font
standard morals
and standard doubts
here
try thinking for yourself
no wait
this is how you do it
watch them scribble down these notes
well if they questioned me
i'd be ruined
////
can you believe what happened
why he retired
i guess we had that bastard pegged
i guess we are in charge of our own heads
after it all
high school is fleeting
but some of us never stop
never stop teething
permanence is a fat fucking lie
nobody means to leave
but some secrets will stay with me
i guess it's better to get away clean
////
you are wherever
and it's forever
it will only get worse
when it seems better
there is a bruise on your brain
and a knot in your veins
////
i guess it's better the less that they know
i guess it's better the less that we know
i guess it's better the less that i know
Track Name: carabiners, sensitive hats, cuffed pants, etc. (preteen scream team)
we've been shooting shit
jumping ship
and drowning
we've been spilling salt
you're at fault
we swear
and i've been telling fibs
with serrated edges
press you to confess
to what i commit
////
pidgeon toes
and painting on the floor
pulling nails with plyers
making sure
our nerves receive the signals
that they should
even if our tongues are made of wood
////
electrocute our lips
we'll forget the string
of phonetics
it's pathetic
this prophetic horseshit
inhuman and sad
but it's part of the look
Track Name: stay inside
you have a pair
of scissors for a mouth
and i don't want to be around you anymore
your pop-punk pals
have started smoking now
because they don't want to hear my band play anymore
////
so if you need to set out side too
that's okay
i know you're breathing through the noises
tasting parts of cooler days
when you were happy to be sad
still obsessed with all the ways
you could make yourself feel human
you could tangle up your veins
you could make yourself feel human
for a day
////
you have a pair
of needle-pointed eyes
and i don't want to watch you watch me anymore
i know you're good
at all those movements you despise
but i don't want to hear their band play anymore
////
any chance i get i'd strangle
things you see when you're asleep
(any chance i get i'd strangle you)
if i'm not allowed to quote you
then you're not allowed to speak
////
i double-dog dare you
to move your car
so we can leave
your friends won't need to knock you down
leave that up to me
////
your friends will knock you down
Track Name: sorry
i've changed
i swear
i make no dollars or sense
i only borrow
never lend
now this heart
won't start
this stick-shift misfit
is missing some parts
////
and i am sorry
////
this is placid
this is easy
this is emo
this is indie
you are why i feel like i'm missing out
and i am earnest
i am eager
and i am built
but i am weaker
than my friends would ever let me let on
////
you can keep all the white lies
my yellow teeth can't hide behind
////
and i am sorry
i swear
////
and it's fucked
fucked up
everything that came between
we will forget inside of sleep
now i'm red
in my cheeks
how the hell could i have been so dumb
////
and i am sorry
but
////
this is placid
this is easy
this is emo
this is indie
you are why i feel like i'm missing out
and i am earnest
i am eager
and i am built
but i am weaker
than my friends will ever let me let on
////
you can keep all the white lies
my yellow teeth can't hide behind
recycle words and make amends
let's forget that we were friends
////
i'm sorry if i was crude
i'm sorry if i was young
i'm sorry if i was cool
i'm sorry if you were not
i'm sorry that we fight
thinking it will prevent more
i'm sorry that we're human
caught in constant war
i'm sorry if i was right
when everything was wrong
i'm sorry
but what for
i'm so sorry it makes me sore
Track Name: wave pattern published
you are the revolving door that tore my favorite shirt
but give me a metaphor and i'll make it work
split your lip while biting bricks
i apologize for every time i beat you at battleship
i never peaked you fibbing cheat
i cannot believe you were almost my parachute
everyday at three p.m. i'll drift off right where i stand
to speak to a man who never says nothin'
run red lights and start some fights
get your fix of the famous few
you pinched my nose and said "eyes closed"
and i was underwater now
////
synthesize the morning sunlight
feed your cells and gracefully implode
let's forget that we were friends
you were my revolving door
i'm a tile on the floor
beneath your motion trampled senseless
tempting notion to forget we were friends
it's time you spent some time on your own
////
your own
satellites and nebulae and every night you flare on
your own
coffee breath and restless you finally made this outer space
your own
////
synthesize the morning sunlight
feed your cells and gracefully implode
let's forget that we were friends
you were my revolving door
i'm a tile on the floor
beneath your motion trampled senseless
tempting notion to forget we were friends
it's time you spent some time on your own
////
sorry sense of right and wrong
sound pretense and stupid songs are played out
thank fuck that we are friends