more from
Lame-O Records

Bad Year

by the superweaks

supported by
/
  • Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

     name your price

     

1.
02:51
2.
02:38
3.
4.
02:34
5.
02:59
6.
02:56
7.
02:25
8.
02:54
9.
10.
11.

credits

released April 7, 2015

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

the superweaks Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

We're the last band that escaped from a dying planet and landed in Philly. A pure light by which to rock.

contact / help

Contact the superweaks

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Kick It
You, you’ll say anything to get a little more. And I, I am wanting and it’s haunting me ‘til my, my heart’s sore. I won’t disappear. Wait, I am fading. I’ll loop around the floor. And oh, oh it’s grating as I’m stating fake problems once more. I can’t kick my fear. I can’t seem to let it go. Sinusoidal confidence will tow my mind beneath the river flow. Anchor drops to stop, but I won’t slow. You, you’ll say anything to get me off the shore. And I, I am floating and I’m hoping I’ll see you once more. I’m so insincere. I can’t kick my fear.
Track Name: Nevermind
I've been feeling restless, I've been falling apart at the seams. Amidst these jagged waves my feet grip the ground. And if you go this way and i go that then i hope things will get better for you. And if it's time to get off this ride then get off, get off, get off! I've got a feeling lately she's got a beau out in california. Don't say for nothing i didn't warn ya. She's got something to make you change your mind. Save it for the simple things we're leaving behind. If i could find that special feeling alone, i'd be fine. It's been such a sad, sad story. I hoped things would go better with you. If it's time to get of this ride then i won't stay. So let's celebrate, pull out the champagne flutes. It's the last great look on the bright side, won't you do it again? When i kissed you in the rain in the park that summers day i had learned to cast the worried world away. Reunited by old flames far past the growing pains, i had learned to hear the simplicity of the days we've been numbering.
Track Name: Still Courting
Once I’m away on my exploratory survey, I’ll moor on the bay. Any port in a storm is okay. Call it courtship on your seat, but you still belong in the throng ‘til it’s just like the first time. Then bet it all on me. And if you do, I’ll pretend that I’m tentatively just a friend. Do you suppose that we both know where this always goes? Call it courtship on your seat, but you still belong in the throng ‘til it’s just like the first time. Then bet it all on me. I’m waiting on the love of the worst kind. I’m knocking on your heart, will you let me in? So you can pump me out again? Call it courtship on your seat, but you still belong in the throng ‘til it’s just like the first time. Then bet it all on me. You were wrong. It was just like the first time. Bet it all on me. You’ll see.
Track Name: Bad Year
I've been leading such a bland life. Going without sex, hard pressed for a good time, but i've got one thing on my mind all the time and no good excuses. It's been going on a long time. Wallowed in regrets, bad bets, high stress and feeling i'm a waste of my time if i'm not making my dreams come true. Maybe we could be exceptions to the rules. Maybe love, the habit or drug was meant for the fools. Maybe song and death just consume me. I've been having such a bad time dividing my attention. You want it? Do ya? Do ya? Maybe if i shut the fuck about how i'm pathetic i'll get it and change my fucking ways. And i won't hate what i've become, unless i regret it. Now that you've said it, I give up. But I know i won't be sad because i'll always have something to love.
Track Name: Hammers
It’s a misunderstanding of what I have to be. I don’t know why you’re handing me old excuses for my dreams. I shrug the weight of the world off my shoulders, just for tonight. I’m on a mountain of discarded hopes and dreams and misclaimed birthright. I need a new vocation out in a different town. I need some inspiration to nail me down. Oh, the hurt’s never ending from what I know I couldn’t be. All the time they were spending was just a waste of time to me. I shrug the weight of the world off my shoulders. I’ll be alright. No bliss is better than this. I’m running out on my modern life. When did I ask for this, to be under the line? All of my letters pile up, I’m trapped inside. You’ll find me in the bottom of the barrel where my future lies. When did I ask for this? I’m in the red, but why?
Track Name: Finals
Goodnight. It's time for bed is this the bitter end? In cold, cold remorse. You've got me thinking "i've found myself and life ain't over yet" so call me if you need me. Adidas make my feet look smaller walking in somebody elses shoes. I drag my feet through water reveling a different kind of blues. I can't appreciate the things you said that i've never even noticed and if this world should end, would you take the time or would you struggle to survive? Well, you shouldn't have to survive. You shouldn't have to. So take the time to think, to ask yourself "is this a good idea?" Or get caught holding your breath. You'll get to thinking "Hey suffocation, whats the big idea?" Arrested lungs have leapt. How are you gonna tell me at the end of the night "Everything changes. You don't look at it right." So you're running away again. It's gonna get bad again. I see you're running away again. Think twice, this isn't getting better. This self infliction needs to end. You're always feeling bad, or you're feeling sick. Forever taking the easy way out of it.
Track Name: Black Box
One night and I let it go to waste. I can’t complain enough to them, “The girl of all my dreams dreamt next to me but we’re parting now as friends." The afternoon dumps all the wasted words back in my memory. Everything I need stays false as dreams, somewhere inside of me. My heart screams on a need to know basis. A black box of a documented crush. I crash land in a million different places, but you’ll find me on a desert island hiding castles for my dream beneath the underbrush. Daylight and the feelings strike me hard as she heads there out of the scene. Every smile analyzed, every word. What can she mean? I lay down to the echoed sounds of laughter in the chamber of my brain. I lock up all her words and I send them off in my pining-powered plane. My heart screams on a need to know basis. A black box of a documented crush. I crash land in a million different places, but you’ll find me on a desert island hiding castles for my dream beneath the underbrush. And they’re passing me by, the rescue planes soaring remain her name in the sky. The ocean washes softly to the sand beneath my feet, and I start to wonder, “Has she gone under to an island of her own across the sea?”
Track Name: Dysania
There’s a place to unload all the curses I carry 'round me. When it’s time to unfold, yeah, it’s crazy that you would doubt me. Sentimentally curved to let the memories flagellate me. At the sound of my voice I gotta wonder now, “Who would take me?” There’s too much blood for just two hands, and there’s so much shit we’re gonna need two fans. Tell me your lies while you’re changing your mind about me. Bleaching waves in the air, highlight that time is bending. Every morning’s the same, I gotta face that I’m just pretending. I put my face in the clouds, I don’t care if the world is ending. If I can freeze long enough, I can hear my heart is mending. There’s too much blood for just two hands, and there’s so much shit we’re gonna need two fans. Tell me your lies while you’re changing your mind about me. It’s my dysania. My dysania. So what could it be? You change so suddenly. It’s the courtesy of a common enemy always left behind.
Track Name: I Don't Want To Be An Anarchist (Anymore)
I think I'll never even know how to kiss you right. I've been working on my shorthand lately to write you a song that maybe you would like, so that i could try to maybe learn sometime. Well, I wanna be the one who tucks you in at night, holds you as you're drifting off to sleep and tells you everything in this world will always be alright as long as you've got me by your side. So what's the deal? I'm kind of freaking out. This city's so big, i feel too afraid to get it together. Get it together long enough to see the leaves changing from green to red, and feel the snow falling on the back of my neck, and drink every word you said to me about how perfect life could be in a television screen.
Track Name: Welcome To Earth
Calling down, the early morning window draws his gaze to the outside. Sun is burning through the picturesque encampment of his empty mind. Where’s the joy? He’s just annoyed. Finally, his thoughts deployed, “What’s this life I’m living? Why am I just one more sad android? I wanna taste, the outer space.” Never wrapped around her, what’s it like to feel that warm embrace? Her creator, her instator, disconnected man who made her face. Feel the heat of when she eats. “You can stop, the white’s the plate.” When it settles she regurgitates the words she can’t lock down in place. “And now I hate the outer space.” Waiting ‘til the end of the line and I’m biding my time. Why would you worry? I’m feeling fine. It’s the smoke of a joke that I’m hiding behind. Why would you worry? I’m feeling fine. There is coming a day where I’ll undo the binds of my crimes, but in time, there’s no other way to feel this fine. When the robot self reflects it must reject the way that it’s programmed. But escaping binary retention is impossible, it’s damned to relive pain once again. You see, their destiny is plain. They can’t escape what’s secretly embedded in their ancient brains. I must repeat they’re incomplete.
Track Name: Frances Quinlan Will Have Her Revenge On Philadelphia
I'm So Tired of bullshit. I'm fucking tired of everyone. Stick to your guns and pull it; that painted trigger of measured neglect and be done. Because the word on the street is the more you ingest, the more it takes to get high and i don't think that you need it. The more you're wasting your life the more that i wanna die. I won't stand for your old tricks, guilt trips, bullshit, baby. I can't quite keep my hands tied. Save me. Who's gonna pull your weight when i leave you behind? And you'll plead "stay with me."