I’m so confused, dazed and abused, laced with a ruse
still wander my room for hours at a time just waiting for an excuse
to call, to fall into your voice, this abyss, this
escape from it's impossible, so i just list away in this place
and as the party moves on, i still remain in place softly, caught weak
talking but not all me, rock deep, but definitely not me
you scare me, you're scary, scaring caring from parents, barely
I’m barely there, I’m buried there, I tarry there for very fair
mistress with lips red, kiss this, taste Blistex
think fast, think back, think when and she's left, and she's dead
dead to you, and ready to move, hands on the roof and heady and smooth
but lil more than a tap, comes out when she's headed to move, and enters the move
enters your mood, and fends for food, scavenging like a raven rude
but you love it, you'd love it, love it and say its good
can't break her, take her, say her name in peace again, its easy then
but beating ends, when breathing ends, and easy ends aren't seeing when you're screaming in
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round and round, round and round
round and round, we go around
round and round, round and round
round and round, we still go around
can't pick a place to stay, such a useless state of play
i stay ingrained, stay in flames, and hope that i may grace the paint
take me, paint me, slay me, praise me, hate me, face me, or just change me
faze me, fake me, chase me, cage me, break me, or still hate me but still
let the re-runs twist, in a television wish, hell of a vision that’s dissed in this
distant risk is just in this, an image of her listening in
glistening ends, look like death, look like death, likes look death
looks like giving in isn't best, as you're only given the best of the best
giving up means no thoughts, no end, and still no beginning
just dwell in my room some more but i know that i still won't get it, yet I
dwell on her, felt no hurt, just a fusion of confusion
perusing the useless, viewing a two bit view of youth less uses of uselessness
so leave me by the way side or lead me by the way right
freeze me like the famed night but speak these lines that gave fright
2bit hasn't had time to reinvent himself for college. He's been trying to talk with a British accent and a slight element of
swagger to impress the ladies, but, let's face it; it hasn't been working.
So he goes back to his dismal room and makes new and unique music forms to release his frustration with all things frustrating....more
These are all some really good friends of mine, and this is a phenomenal record. Also, I bashed my face during a mic rush at one of their shows. Good stuff. 2bit
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