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Just About Ready To Beg
04:12
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Suicide birds crashing into my car. Eyeballs staring at me through a jar. Mad scientist giving life to the dead. Crazy ideas going through my head. And now I’m just about ready to beg. I broke my pen while writing a poem. I realized it was totally stolen. Cat scratched up the side of my leg. Crazy ideas going through my head. Now I’m just about ready to beg. The longest road isn’t long enough to stop me from showing up. There’s got to be a way to deactivate this bomb.
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Perfect World
03:06
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You say you want everything. You make no exceptions. Can’t stand malfunction. Addiction to perfection. There can only be one way. Anything else is not acceptable. All darkness no light. Not giving up without a fight no. You want you need. You take we all bleed. Nothing’s real nothing’s right. The whole world is painted in black and white. There can only be one way. Anything else is not acceptable. All darkness no light. Not giving up without a fight no.
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Sky On Fire
03:48
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I set the sky on fire today, I didn’t mean to but that’s what happened. A piece of it fell right in my eye. I’m trying really hard not to cry but man it’s difficult. And the warm breeze blowing through my hair. It makes me close my eyes. I imagine that it’s your hand and everything feels fine. I set the sky on fire today. I think it was something I shouldn’t have said or maybe it was something I should have said. People started running all over the place. No one really knew why or who to blame. It just makes no sense.
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Orientation
03:16
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See me crawling in the dark, trying to find an easy way out. Lost my orientation. Lost my orientation. What am I going to do if I can’t count on you. I know I’m running out of time. Chills are running up my spine. My feet are chained to my fears. I quench my thirst with my own tears. What am I going to do if I can’t count on you.
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Golden Staples
03:43
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I can’t get myself to accept this situation. I wasn’t ready and it tore my heart out of my chest. My blood splattered onto everyone. Now I see the world all painted in red. It’s so unfair. Because now I can’t love no more. I won’t sit at your table because everyone I know is an enemy. I’ll stitch myself with golden staples. I can forgive but I never forget. It’s so unfair because now I can’t love no more. I’m not ashamed of the harm you’ve done to me. I’ll stitch myself with golden staples and my wounds will shine bright.
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Mechanical Reaction
03:45
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I'm drowning in a sea of information. I'm not sure what we’re discussing. No resolve. No motivation. I’m not ready for what’s about to happen. I’m running downhill and my feet hardly touch the ground. No time to think this out now. Don’t know where this is going. But it’s going in a straight line. I cross my fingers close my eyes. I wasn’t listening, mechanical reaction. I shake my head I’m not even trying. Unfocused, and easily distracted. I’m not ready for what’s about to happen. It’s a mechanical reaction.
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Paper Crown
02:26
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I threw my fortune in a wishing well. I didn’t need it anymore. All the money and belongings. And I wished for something more. Then the dark clouds separated. And the wind blew out the storm. I hadn’t seen the sun in ages. It lit my eyes and woke my soul. I made myself a paper crown. I put it on upside down. I threw my fortune in a wishing well. After doubting for so long. Now they call me king of nothing. I kind of knew it all along.
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Dark Tornado
04:18
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I lost myself in a maze of constant complications. Everything’s so problematic. I stopped taking chances. What’s the point of all of this, if it’s one step forward two steps back? I’m just looking for a place to peacefully unpack. I’m so confused now. Can’t make sense of this. I lost a piece of my soul in your dark tornado. I can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. I lost a piece of my soul in your dark tornado. I can’t sleep cause the darkness is incrusted in my brain. I cut myself and grief just gushes from my veins.
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Submarine
02:58
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Two hundred feet under water. I navigate my submarine. It's the safest place I know of. I can choose who comes with me. I’m in my submarine. It's nice and warm and I feel safe. And I can be who I want to be. A gang of sharks looking through the porthole. I can tell they're waiting for me. I’m in my submarine. I feel the danger all around. I sleep well in my submarine. What I do is secret. And I do it underneath the sea. I’m never coming back to the surface. Never coming back to you.
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Emergency Break
05:48
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I can't agree to what you said. I know you meant it and that's enough for me to know. I’ve got to admit it. We’re not the same. But that’s ok, you’re not to blame. Let’s just agree to disagree and call it a day. And I’ll look the other way, I’ll just look the other way. I wrote you the things I couldn't say in a letter I never sent. I guess I’d rather have you around than fight you on our differences. I’m out of cards, it’s your turn to play but play wisely. There’s too much at stake, hit the emergency brake before it’s too late. Hit the emergency break.
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Not Scientists Lyon, France
They are from France and sing in English. Since 2012 they've released 2 albums and 1 extended EP and toured a lot through Europe and North America supporting a who's who of international touring bands. It's impossible to define their sound by dropping a few names, but If you put Televisions’ vocals over the Strokes covering Fugazi and added a kilo of the Cure turned way up, you would get close. ... more
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