True Crime

by Butter The Children

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Spit It Out 02:27
thought i told you thought i told you to spit it out, you spit it out, you a strange disorder takes you over so spit it out, you spit it out, you get into the business we’ll see about that i know that you need this i know what you’re after get into the business pursue your passion i know that you need this i know what you’re after thought i told you thought i told you to spit it out, you spit it out, you thought i told you hardly know you but one more outburst i get drunk without you get into the business pursue your passion i know that you need this i know what you’re after get into the business pursue your passion i know that you need this i know what you’re after
2.
Mission Hill 02:25
if i were to be honest i’d disclose the persistent oddness presiding over my subconscious crying out for some indulgence one on the way in a minute every moment in time like a million i've waited too long already need something to get me heady get so tired of always playing the fool i said it’s high time i followed my own rules lost her head for a diabolical thrill i made up my mind, went to mission hill to be honest i take comfort in being admonished provided i sleep safe and soundly at the bottom of the river one on the way in a minute every moment in time like a million i’ve waited too long already need something to get me heady get so tired of always playing the fool i said it’s high time i followed my own rules lost her head for a diabolical thrill i made up my mind, went to mission hill i never signed up for this i’m not perfect but who is to be honest i take comfort in being admonished provided i sleep safe and soundly at the bottom of the river
3.
Dennis 02:01
i’ve been up all morning, still dry heaving i packed up all my bags and said i’m leaving met you at the station late one evening when i packed up all my bags and said i’m leaving made it to the rest stop, lazy sunday called you from a pay phone on the freeway met you at the station late one evening when i packed up all my bags and said i’m leaving i’ve been up all morning, writing letters i whistled for a cab, now i feel better dennis took some downers when he got depressed he’d rather be alone than with someone else never met you now i can’t forget you no, i never met you now i can’t forget you no, i don’t like you but i think just like you no, i don’t like you but i think just like you
4.
Robyn Byrd 02:21
nowadays everybody wants to talk she’s sublime in ways she’s the woman time forgot in the snow on the tv see something you can’t unsee dead of night a sick yellow light in the glow of the tv sordid remnants of feeling in the dead of night time flies like light awake for days trudging buckets full of slop a familiar gaze renders all your hidden thoughts in the snow on the tv see something you can’t unsee dead of night a sick yellow light in the glow of the tv sordid remnants of feeling in the dead of night time flies like light in the glow of the tv sordid remnants of feeling in the dead of night time flies like light
5.
Tot Mom 02:42
what a notion for the rejects a sandbox full of broken glass i don’t wanna give you nothing cos i know i won’t get it back consolation for neanderthals careening down a wretched path i don’t wanna give you nothing at all cos i know i won’t get it life inside a halfway house is nothing to write home about i’m tired of living hand-to-mouth the heat is reckless in the south good things happen to bad people they thrive on all the dirt and slack and it’s wrong for the right reasons and it’s giving you a heart attack consolation for the lonely ones careening down a wretched path i don’t wanna give you nothing at all cos i know you don’t get it life inside a halfway house is nothing to write home about i’m tired of living hand-to-mouth the heat is reckless in the south life inside a halfway house is nothing to write home about i’m tired of living in the south the heat is reckless hand-to-mouth what a notion for the rejects a sandbox full of broken glass i don’t wanna give you nothing cos i know i won’t get it back consolation for neanderthals careening down a wretched path i don’t wanna give you nothing at all cos i know i won’t get it back
6.
Loose 02:06
killing time underwater no more sons, no more daughters you’re immune, i’m still bitter young at heart, lost forever got a party to crash, gotta get some ass can’t spend all my time at the overpass i'm pretty stupid to think that anything lasts can’t spend all my time at the overpass barrel down an empty highway i can’t see you on a clear day not an alcoholic, just drink like one hope you found your place out in the sun and even though i know that the sentiment’s dumb i can’t wait to tell you about all the fun got a party to crash, gotta get some ass can’t spend all my time at the overpass i'm pretty stupid to think that anything lasts can’t spend all my time at the overpass
7.
Sack Lunch 02:20
a soulless wino in a nice sweater i thought i knew things i should have known better a soul designer smoke jacket i thought i knew things but now i’m back at it the things you can’t say out loud will gut you and bring you down i found you, sought you out and that i’ll make do with a soulless wino in a nice sweater i thought i knew things i should have known better a soul designer dictator i thought i saw him i guess i’ll see him later the things you can’t say out loud will gut you and bring you down you cretin do your worst cos i’ll know i went first
8.
Fort Knox 02:02
a crime of passion delayed reaction fracture in a foreign land such devotion to foggy notions never will they understand you’re not a lawyer you’re just a liar clinging to your native tongue cos she’s the martyr and you’re the villain trying to explode the sun your eyes are not yours so instead you cling to stone in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves so manage all our expectations put ‘em in an empty room cos you’re the martyr and you’re the villain raving about doom and gloom the paranoia is no good for you everybody thinks you’re dumb cos you’re direct and a descendant probably could have killed someone your eyes are not yours so instead you cling to stone in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves your eyes are not your own so you cling to stone in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves your eyes are not your own so you cling to stone in a cold, dark cell unleash fury in droves
9.
Earthbound 02:49
a giant step right by my house where i’m talking to a mouse planets are colliding put it down in writing and in my head everything is cool i got no job, i don’t go to school so jaded it’s astounding look at our surroundings anywhere we go find a city of complaints now there’s no way home just down the highway anywhere i go everybody knows my name somewhere down the road i sealed my own fate
10.
it takes a lot not to kill yourself in a world full of so much excrement so i tried to find a cure, now i’m on one down on the corner me and dani bought some and so i keep getting stupider take my head off, fly to jupiter it’s the answer to a universal problem wrapped in my hand and wired to my cranium in pursuit of nothing i digress at least you know me better than the rest now i got no time for common sense in a sterile vacuum of contempt no good at being articulate how could I be with a brain so full of shit? i'm just a sentimental prick, that’s the issue long as i live i’m not ever gonna need you i get attached to the might-have-been i get fucked up cos living is a sin i’d be content just to stay on the prairie stoking the fires of something temporary in pursuit of nothing i digress at least you know me better than the rest now i don’t got time for common sense in a sterile vacuum of contempt it takes a lot not to kill yourself in a world full of so much excrement so i tried to find a cure, now i’m on one down on the corner me and dani bought some
11.
Boozer 02:42
it’s still dismissible or non-admissible clinging fast to whatever luck i get lowest common denominator flail around like i haven’t found ground yet crying foul every chance that i get it doesn’t count if you manage to forget it’s irresistible and unequivocal you hold fast and hit a little more scrape the bottom of the barrel at the racetrack you’re just wasting time crying foul every chance that i get it doesn’t count if you manage to forget i’m not profound, i just like to think so don’t make a sound, just keep moving real slow with all the competence of a seven-year-old i take a breath and jump into the void lower common denominator at the racetrack you’re just wasting time
12.
Jack Kemp 02:03
met you once on the telephone now you know i’m no criminal i’m wrapped in silk house on a hill victim of my caveman instinct your words in a book it’s been years since i got shook now you’ll remember my name i promise we are the same heard you once in your cubicle poring over your english notes i’m wrapped in silk house on a hill victim of my caveman instinct your words in a book it’s been years since i got shook now you’ll remember my name i promise we are the same

credits

released August 29, 2014

all songs written by butter the children

ray weiss - guitars, backup vox, keys
inna mkrtycheva - vox
jordyn blakely - drums
max kagan - bass

produced by jesse harris & ray weiss
engineered by pat dillett

special thanks to john denicola and j boxer

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Butter The Children New York, New York

contact / help

Contact Butter The Children

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Butter The Children, you may also like: