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Songs for the Sick

by Blank Control

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I stand for nothing I’ll stand for you Stuck in reverse I’m so confused Feeling the pavement Blend into view I should get off What’s the use? Did I fall, did I trip? Taste blood on my lips Legs won’t move, dazed, confused Drifting fool, self-abused Grinding teeth, swollen cheek Been a day, or a week? Made no call, help is near Push it off and lie here Start it over Paint myself clean Is this real life? Just a lucid dream? Head tells my legs Kick the bucket Legs just won’t listen Head says fuck it Did I fall, did I trip? Taste blood on my lips Legs won’t move, dazed, confused Drifting fool, self-abused Grinding teeth, swollen cheek Been a day, or a week? Made no call, help is near Push it off and lie here I stand for nothing I’ll stand for you Stuck in reverse I’m so confused Feeling the pavement Blend into view I should get off What’s the use? Did I fall, did I trip? Taste blood on my lips Legs won’t move, dazed, confused Drifting fool, self-abused Grinding teeth, swollen cheek Been a day, or a week? Made no call, help is near Push it off and lie here
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Example of nothing but hypocrisy A living contradiction Swirling opposites trying to coexist Resist touching for fear of explosion Circling, closer still and then repelled away barely holding up Like a nearly stable atom Can’t believe my own advice Pleading with a pair of our selves Distracted attraction Emotional nomad Jumping from person to person Passionate for a time Then all fades as quickly as this beautiful stream Yields to sludgy mud as it recedes How do you break the cycle When it’s all in your head turning Like a nearly stable atom Can’t believe my own advice Pleading with a pair of our selves Distracted attraction I just feel like crying But I don’t really know how to Robert Smith you do terrible beautiful things to me I need a distraction from the usual distractions When they run their course What’s left but the truth Naked, alone Like a nearly stable atom Can’t believe my own advice Pleading with a pair of our selves Distracted attraction Pathetic, pretend, everything is an act Everyone knows but they still can’t tell Bodily function is the one truth Eat, sleep, piss, shit, fuck, sleep It’s boring. Fuck dreams I want to shape my own reality Though what use is shaping shit?
3.
Chilly air Sunny sun Cold brick Warm body Soft hands Sore back Hipster shoes Red sweater Tight pants Skateboard tricks Through the crowd Girls tripping Real nice concrete park Random strangers getting along Hiding behind the truth I want to say It’s there behind pursed lips Want to scream out Want to tell you Tell you anything Truth is truth is a lie is… Falling curiosity Can’t you see it’s killing me And keeping me alive? Unhappy Too happy What are these people waiting for? Belts unwind Shed our skin Intertwined Falling in Fuck now Suffer later Suffer now Suffer later Why do I care so much about every single fucking thing? Hiding behind the truth I want to say It’s there behind pursed lips Want to scream out Want to tell you Tell you anything Truth is truth is a lie is… Falling curiosity Can’t you see it’s killing me And keeping me alive? Everyone sucks Including us I love you alone Is that not enough? Buzzing persists In my brain Perhaps an alarm Insisting you’re insane Want to walk the city alone Find pleasure in simplicity Well maybe Let me see Just how much worse Things could be Hiding behind the truth I want to say It’s there behind pursed lips Want to scream out Want to tell you Tell you anything Truth is truth is a lie is… Falling curiosity Can’t you see it’s killing me And keeping me alive? Truth is truth is a lie is… Falling curiosity Can’t you see it’s killing me And keeping me alive?
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This is when I would call If people still called at all Guess I could text it, backdoor exit What could be said, wasn’t said before? Such great perspective can be gained By treading through the mud My whole life is a sick fight Guess I’m just not dirty enough Pictures seem so funny to me The only time I ever smile So memories look so happy Project the times we wish we had My fault, I’m an asshole before Deserve the same I’d say I’m sorry but That’s just regret kicking me in the face Still looking at our photoshoots The only times we ever smiled Captured the moments that didn’t exist Lost cause now but I remember Paint me a picture Of your future self I’m not all there You’re alright By yourself You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright You’re alright by yourself
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Pain in my side White light on high What’s left unsaid Is “you’re gonna die” Attack me from My own inside White coats surround While mom’s petrified Stroke of luck Now my face is numb Need that blood Now it just won’t come Death wants a chat Tell him no Let me suffer On my own Highway of tubes Fluid coming and leaving All of these needles I can’t feel my feelings Oxygen’s fading And no one knows why Glued to the bed On a one-way ride Stroke of luck Now my face is numb Need that blood Now it just won’t come Death wants a chat Tell him no Let me suffer On my own Body’s shutting down But I sure ain’t sleeping Will someone please stop That fucking beeping? Mind or the body It’s no easy choice Give me my headphones I’ll block out the noise If I survive I’ll turn this around If I survive I’ll turn this around If I survive I’ll turn this around If I survive I’ll turn this around

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This album is dedicated to everyone who inspired its creation, for better or for worse.

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released July 16, 2017

All songs written, performed, recorded, and produced by James Fontaine.

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Blank Control Independence, Kansas

Blank Control is Curt Kobain trying to drown out a fight between Robert Smith and Conor Oberst while Jay Reatard pokes fun in the corner. Elliott Smith got invited but used some lame excuse. Her Space Holiday and the Unicorns watched the scene unfold from the top of the stairs. And Jack White was still offended in every way.















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