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Love, Sick
04:07
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love is like a cancer treatment
you wait and you see
and you force me to that conversation
so terminally
now i feel like there’s a plague in me
and it heavies my heart
you lay me down so surgically, oh
like you did at the start
and honestly, i’m wasting my time
i can’t remember my name
and preferably, i’ll keep it inside
and let it take me away
just like, ooh
i feel like i’m a burn victim
and your kiss is a flame
now i’m lying on my own, twitching, oh
every thought is the same
just like, ooh
i can’t pretend not to love the sickness
i can’t pretend not to come, every time you call
i can’t pretend there’s a cure, to loving your disease
i can’t pretend not to fall heavy to my knees
love is strange
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every time i look to you
seems that you’re talking through your teeth
and i must not have a clue
‘cause i end up talking
why don’t you break me down, woman
and sell me for parts?
‘cause you never had the balls, did you
to break my heart
every time i come to you
feels like there’s something in between
and I may not fill these shoes
‘cause it’s always something
i wanna see through my eyes
i been blind from the start
guess i never had the balls, neither
to break your heart
i’m gonna come out swinging
like you were from the start
but you never had the balls, did you
to break my heart
why don’t you break me down, woman
and sell me for parts?
guess you never had the balls, neither
to break my heart
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*I recognize the sexist usage of "balls" here - a regrettable lyric I would have changed if I was writing the song today (rather than two years ago). Still, I've chosen not to ditch the song entirely as I do feel that the lyrics can (and should) be understood as an examination of masculine chest-puffing as a barrier to individual and interpersonal emotional understanding.
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3. |
Juliana
04:20
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i could never tell you
how juliana comes to me
I could never say just once, i’ll say it again, i’ll say it
juliana, come for me
a bottomless sea
is my life
shine a light for me
‘cause I want you here
i find it hard to ask you
juliana, stay with me
i know love can come and go and I’ve seen it before, I’ve seen it,
so juliana, stay for me
a desperate plea
is my love
shine a light for me
'cause I want you here
are you tired of picking over bones?
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4. |
Holy Man
01:29
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she’s my angel
and lord how she keeps me tangled in her arms
i'll be a holy man
oh lord, i’ll be a holy man for her
she’s so saintly
her eyes clear like the Virgin
oh devil, i would sell my soul
oh devil, i would sell my soul for her
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5. |
City Lights
05:20
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quiet night
you could take me
to the bottle
awfully quick
city lights
you can beat me
in the alley
if you like
pretty girl
you can change me
into your fantasy
i will be a shell
city lights
you can chain me
to the concrete
i would never tell
you’re casting doubts on my fragile sense of self
curse me out, beat me down, I won’t tell
a quiet night
and it takes me
criminally
from an honest sleep
city lights
can you hear me?
do you miss me
on Saturdays
you’re casting doubts on my fragile sense of self
curse me out, beat me down, I won’t tell
send me back to my host of hosts
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Porco/Rosso Brooklyn, New York
Porco/Rosso is Mark Tseng Putterman, a Brooklyn-based songwriter/producer. For the past 10 years he's been experimenting with songs, sounds, and storytelling.
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