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Overture
09:19
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Om. Ooh. Ahh. By the time I found my father he’d already gone away. Caught him swimmin’ in a vision, now he’s coursin’ through my veins. Why you sayin’ no use stayin’? No, you know you’re a runaway. And I did the best I can, oh I did the best I can, oh and you know there’s better yet, know there’s better yet. I don’t wanna work so hard no more, I don’t wanna work this hard anymore. Why’s my wife not coming through the door? I don’t wanna work so hard. Why’s my wife not home? BRB FYI OMG WTF JK TTYL8R (AIRE) Well I did the best I can, oh I did the best I can, oh and you know there’s better yet. Know this better yet… No No Uh Oh No Way. I don’t got a problem, don’t got a problem, I don’t got a problem, no way. I don’t got a problem, don’t got your problem, I don’t got a problem, no-oh way. She don’t even miss me.
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Inauguration
06:22
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Who do I love? Well I don’t know, oh oh, I don’t know, ooh! My muse kissed me back, she gave me a heart attack. Our limbs exhale and sway, oh in that old erotic way. Your fire feathers, still in my fingers, a two-hand head-hold kiss, on my nose and on my lips. In awe, in love on New Year’s Day. Hannah Jean Lundeen, won’t you instead marry me? I know you love your man, but he can’t show you the things I can. The gladiator is the provider, the ballerina, my desire. Oh she’s a blue-eyed hypnotist, with a gaze I can’t resist. And we prefer the form female, but we’re gonna marry a man instead. Oh, I thought that I knew her well, but she’s gonna stay with her man... Instead. Do we agree that we should be apart for now or apart forever? Am I the one to come undone, cause that’s how you like me to be, is that how you want me to be? And do you still love that girl? Well I do I do I do I do. Unfortunately, oh but then there’s Hannah Jean, and suddenly... But she’s not mine, and with this I am fine. And finally, our only divinity is to be.
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Pantheon Punk
05:21
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Why’d you go? You promised you’d never leave... me. Don’t be sorry. Be excited. You don’t need money. Just get started. Don’t be sorry. Be inside it. You don’t need money. Just get started. Love letters, you are written from the Pantheon, and we don’t sleep till sun. C’est Magnifique! I laugh in my sleep, yeah!
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Hopscotch
02:45
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¡Julio! ¡Julio! ¡Julio! ¡Dale! ¡Dale! ¡Vamos tomar mate! ¡Allá! ¡Allá! En el lindo parque. Yo sé, yo sé que no yo sé nada, pero pero, es la dirección. ¡Qué lin(do)!
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Why's everybody always keepin' stuff from me? I guess it's my own fault, I breed calamity. Well I know better than you think I do. Talk to me when I speak in harmless tones of girl. Why do I talk like this? I know I could be more. But you wouldn't love me any other way. I love my country (oh do you?) Oh yes I do, oh (why would you leave it then?) I won't (oh but you want to) I love my husband (oh do you?) Oh yes I do, oh (why would you leave him then?) I won't (oh but you want to) Do what you want to. I do.
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Thin Kings
03:20
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Well starting here and ending now I don’t know how long it will be till anyone sees me. And I decide instead to watch TV. I understand you understand the static/aesthetic in my head. Heart passion loves, a passion burns, in a dream-like state you know it’s murder, a murder, the bullets in the wall. A martyr, a martyr, you gotta take a fall. The thin kings, the thinkings, I’m thinking that I’m wrong. When you can look under my dress and not even know why. High, Always. Carbon, come in.
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Ominous Harminus
04:19
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Don’t sit right what you did to me. We were tied, now we’re history. Love me right, don’t you fall away. Now I’m blue like you. Cryin’ on the sofa couch, holdin’ on to what my mamma said. She said it’s gonna all work out. Mamma, how’m I gonna handle it? Cryin’ on the sofa couch, holdin’ on to what my mamma said. She said it’s gonna all work out. My God, how’m I gonna handle it?! Am I allowed to have a nervous breakdown? Am I allowed to have a nervous breakdown? Oh, am I allowed to have a nervous breakdown? Girl, I don’t wish you well. I wanna lose myself right now, I wanna lose myself. Girl, I don’t think you’re well. Love too soon gone. You’re too soon gone.
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(Deniska)
01:16
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Idgy Dean Brooklyn, New York
A one-woman psychedelic dream-pop band, with DIY beats and reveries built from the bottom up.
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