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Rubbing Feet
01:45
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It feels like
Hell or high-school
Kids can be cruel, they know how to tease you
Rude boy blues, drowning in the draft pool
I don't get picked enough to please you ?
Son, of the soccer mother
My matriarchal martyr
So in applaud of your efforts of well intentioned rebuke
I am proud to announce I have flown the coop
I've lost interest in suppression
Now I admit I'm upset
I see a scene of contention
Of distraction and contempt
No I can't censor no longer
If I contain I'll implode
The cycle is so vicious
We should be sharing the load
So from birthdays to house-fires
Through addiction and debt
I will swallow reservations and present my lament
The Foie Gras Antithesis
My most honest take yet:
Anything can be a delicacy if we pretend that it is.
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Terrify
03:41
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Double digits
They terrify
Merely metrics
Which symbolize
To be born of matter
That crying shame
Candled counting
On the grave
Igneous up heave, that shrieking beauty
Bona fide, bending the horizon line
You be the massif
And I the measure
On which your height relies
Cut from nothing
A culture bore
Vacant canvas
The mind abhors
We'll paint by number
It's only an age
It's your birthday
Let's cut the cake
Prickling alpine, what you wantin me smoothed ?
Don't all men shed in due time ?
You be the banknote
And I the spender
From which your worth derives
Each mole is a mountain
I can't look past
Whether benign or cancerous
I've been the jagged outcrop
The crooked plane
I am a horrid crag
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Faux Fortune
03:31
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I'm so high
Maintenance
Sure to deny
My affluence
Drink up, your cup
Ain't empty yet
They said, accept
The pour you get
How much cash can distract from all of that
Which makes a man so ordinary
I feel wonderful
The glass is half full
How delightful
I'm starting to like the cycle
Now flip that frown
Breathe in, breathe out
I'll find my fulfillment
By the sweat of the brow-
By trial and plight
I make the bed
Swallow my pride
It ain't poison
Wake up, you're but
A pedestrian
Only the at ease
May wet their bread
So you be the carefree and
I'll pretend I'm not so arbitrary
Comparison a curse, embarrassment is disease
Fueling my anxiety, it is making me dizzy
Word spreads quick in the bitty city
If that isn't arresting I'm unsure of what is-y
So whats the purpose of pondering the potential for tragedy
It'll come naturally, such is natures calamity
Fear of the future is a collective insanity
Worry is so silly, why sweat what you can't see ?
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Oo My
01:57
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Calloused
04:59
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I'm livid,
Bitter, bitter
Are you never overwhelmed by a want why not ?
I reckon
I cut the mustard
So why am I defined by how I tangle with my knots ?
I bitch I brood I twist I stew,
Out to set the mood of every room
Am I as refined as oil crude
I relish my space but loathe it too
I wonder what has me so calloused and rigid
I make due aint I self sufficient ?
But the sip never seemed so lustrous
Can one not earn their own guiltless self destruction ?
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So I'm brimmin
With an anguish
They say a better batter woulda hit us home by now
Quick sinkin
In the clatter
Do I get my hopes up just to watch them beat down?
I wil not be the victim of such wishful thinkin any longer, no siree consider me all tame expectations from this point onwards.
I wonder what shall we name this disorder ?
A condition grown too obtuse to bear
Give it to me straight doctor what is this ?
And he calls it the Foie Gras Antithesis, since it seems no ism fits my persistently inconsistent shit.
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Humbug
06:18
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Oh humbug I
I stay inside all day
My face survives
Through tenfold lies I parade
Deceit marry me
Your name wears great
Defeat bury me
I do persuade
Each word I write
Propels my gripe to stage
This is my slight
Immortal right to complain
You see
Can't you see ?
Every person is the same
You see
Straight through me
See me naked and ashamed
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Oh humbug I
I stay inside all day
My face survives
Through tenfold lies I parade
Deceit marry me
Your name wears great
Defeat bury me
I do persuade
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Cycle Of Err
03:15
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Evil is an ugly scene though more a mad means to and ends of a routine suffering that which steers ones hand to offend
And if she wants to fall in love I surely wouldn't miss the turn
I'd join in human kingdom come despite the violence love earns
But as with that age is a coach consistent in it's non-nonsense
Hard as I've tried I couldn't hide from what seems some divined rhetoric
So I shed this fear of hurt as it grows clear I've skipped a step
Pain is only three fourths focus and one part warning to the flesh
Resuscitation's like an itch, my resurrection pending still
I mean my best but rarely do intentions tend to translate well
And honor is a bitter pill, it rejects the concept of ease
These things that never troubled you appear like Everest to me
So in an act of coup de grâce my rebellion admits defeat
And though it hurts, I know for sure each blow is handled lovingly
But if you think it's over now, I can assure there's more to come
Just as nothing tends to last infinity beats like a drum
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