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It’s not for the money
It’s not for the art
We’re coming together
Just to fall apart
It’s a little bit simple
Of that I’m sure
So find an enemy
And find a cure
Like little babies
We’re marching on
With frozen bodies
And guns drawn
There’s just something I gotta say to you
If you’re gonna come over here and run over my body
I need you to come back around one more time and put my out of my misery
Right now x2
Did you set yourself up for the kill
Okay okay,
If you really think you deserve to hoard all of the beautiful gifts of the universe
I just gotta ask you one question
It’s all ME ME ME WANT WANT WANT ME ME ME WANT WANT WANT
Well go ahead and take it
Take my money, take my dignity
Just come back around one more time and put my outta my god damn misery
Right now x2
Did you like the taste of that pill
If god came down to kill his son
We are the ultra violent ones
Buy cheap, sell high, Ra is the sun
We are the ultra violent ones
x2
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If your mouth stops breathing and your heart stops beating and you’re barely alive
Goodbye sound and vision
You were never alive
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Fire and Ashes and Shit
02:46
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Well death has a way with its words
And wisdom is out for the count
All fire and ashes and shit
He’s gonna watch himself melt
You see he loves to watch himself in the mirror
Aimlessly peeling off his burnt skin
So he can feel himself breath and see you breath
And do it all over again and again
They’re gonna take off his head
Skinny little head
x2
Once again while examining the neurophysiological profile of his students
Berka was able to identify emergent leaders before sending them out with bags into the streets
You see getting locked in a tin can for six months at a time won’t make you feel better this time after time
There’s a crack in the system and it’s never our friend
He’s gonna watch himself melt
Again and Again
They’re gonna take off his head
His skinny little head
x2
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Stop
01:50
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It’s like I’m stuck inside the mind of the belly of a mime
It goes, it goes, it goes
But the sun in the sky of the speckle of an eye
I know that’s how it should go
I’m empty and tired and dead as this party
I know that’s how it should go
But the sun is in the sky of a thoughtless state of mind
I just didn’t know I didn’t know
The faintest of whispers and loudest of lies
Breaking out the demons of the mind
The tiniest darkness can be a surprise
I just didn’t know I didn’t
It’s not that pretty I know what you said
It’s not the beautiful
But the sun in the sky of the belly of the mime
I just didn’t know I didn’t know
STOP
I didn’t know I didn’t know x2
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Apple of My Eye
02:24
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Well I think I’m blowing an instinct
I hope I’m not just dreaming of nothing
Because my brain got fried
It’s like I’m hiding under the covers
Not gonna take any help from another
But you know I tried
Like the apple of my eye
But my brain got fried
And you know I tried
Like the apple of my eye
I’m not gonna take any more classes because they’re not gonna get me by
But you know I tried
It’s like living under a trash can but I’m not eating out of the trash man
Cause my brain got fried
Like the apple of my eye
But my brain got fried
And you know I tried
Like the apple of my eye
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I just kicked a suicide to death
The murder was incomplete
Life without limbs and words without bodies
No warmth no reality
Your house of cards
Blown to ground with no chance of recovery
Time stamped
Gripped pawed
Silence happened next
x2
All lives cutoff from their substance
The police seized you teaching you violence in your sleep
I’m a piece of the pile
I’m done I’m done
A house that barely tolerates humans
Jesus god Jesus god
Wipe your feet have a seat take a knee and repeat
I feel all alone like a spoiled brat but I’d do it all over again so help me God
It’s all just some place somewhere
It was all pretty enchanting at first
A modern age and a list of conditions
Time stamped
Gripped pawed
Silence happened next
x2
All lives cutoff from their substance
The police seized you teaching you violence in your sleep
I’m a piece of the pile
I’m done I’m done
A house that barely tolerates humans
Jesus god Jesus god
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Needling
01:26
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I'm Not Happy
03:56
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There’s roaches in the carpet
Crawling towards the bed
I don’t care what you said man
I don’t believe a word that you said
Well Jesus was a liar
and Judas was his friend
I don’t care what you said man
I don’t believe a word that you said that you said
I can get drunk and sleep all day
I can get drunk in bed
I don’t care what you said man
I don’t believe a word that you said
I’m freaking out you’re freaking out
It makes us feel better
I’m not happy, whatever that means
Well your innocence is making you weak
And your pocket book is making you weep
It’s all around you and it’s making you weak
So let’s weep for the weak that’s not me
I’m freaking out you’re freaking out
It makes us feel better
I’m not happy, whatever that means
My mouth is on fire
Pockets full of dread
I don’t care what you said man
I don’t believe a word that you said that you said
Well your innocence is making you weak
And your pocket book is making you weep
It’s all around you and it’s making you weak
So let’s weep for the weak that’s not me
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YEAH
One small problem afraid of a powerful hunch
Subsequent scholars, psychedelic problems are trash
Take real time pictures, expose them to the house of the blind
The finger on the painting of God controls the living
And all the petty things that hang around in the balance
Slap fingers on the organs of your power stained throat saying YEAH
Ignore a few lessons and fake your concussions and leave
Despite all the insights and developing strengths of the mind
I’d hope I wouldn’t rather go blind
And frequently engage in a range of activities
Flub your awareness, strength by proximity
Hang out of balance, kneecaps your hearth strings
Living rooms paint cans, eat of the carpet
Of the always crashing, simple grand question of
YEAH
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2053
03:16
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Constructed genes and nervous disease
The molded man paralyzed for centuries
Cut down to size in moralities eyes
Can crawl back home, like a carrier pigeon that’s dead or alive
And the only things, I can hear right now
Can’t seem to wait to snap the neck of the mouse
A despot born, with a silver foot in his mouth
Is selfish not innocent and not very smart
And longing to live in the darkest of hearts
There was a time when a skinned knee was the devil inside of me
There was a time when I cried and cursed at my brother
There was a time I would’ve given the whole world just to feel whole
There was a time I thought I committed blasphemy
There was a time that a skinned knee was the devil inside of me
There was a time when I cried and I cursed at my brother
There was a time I would’ve given the whole world just to feel whole
Follow me into the dark
I’ll carry you I’ll show you
Like the pearls of sweat on the edge of your head
On the edge of your head
Something funny happens when you push out your life and realize
Your needs are way less than a childs
It was 2053 and it looks like we’ve got a problem
Bodies in the morgue lying together
Talking about the best of times and the worst of times
Oh bathe me bathe me I don’t need saving
Up went their knees all swinging like bats and batons and pinatas and broken dreams
It was exactly the same 200 years ago
There’s really nothing new under the sun
Each time it rises, it’s still a sight to behold
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Help
Help is a noise punk band. Remove fear from decision making. Act in defiant joy. Refuse to dominate others. Do not hoard the
gifts of the universe. The future is uncertain. Ends don’t justify means. Solidarity now. Class war now.
Members:
Morty (Bass)
Ryan Neighbors (Guitar, Vocals)
Bim Ditson (Drums)
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