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st. anger 2

by pope saint grandpaw

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holy motors 01:52
All these Indie folk don't know how to love They only know how to self-destruct I told em hey kids cut it out And they told me I can't come around So I bought some glasses for my eyes But mostly as a weak disguise To separate the who I was From what I think is who am I And I went back to the punk rock club And said hello I'm Lucifer They said you look cool so we'll try To pretend to like songs you write So I between my new hair and my eyes I made a pretty good disguise To separate the who I was From what I think is who am I tonight Hello I am Lucifer I can't teach you how to love Hello I am Lucifer Hey kids can ya cut it out right now
2.
I dreamt about you We were at a coastal mansion Sea monsters were attacking and You weren't scared at all Maybe it's because I am Always god fearing And you go on living how I'd like to be seen You were sort of dating This ass I knew in high school I kissed him on the lips Just to see how you'd respond You smiled it off because you weren't invested I saw him on twitter But wanted to move on I found a baseball bat to keep them away And a girl I know from grad school I saw online the other day They were shooting a movie I think a new mall cop On the Jeff Davis neutral ground Nowhere near the coast I gave up and woke up Not unlike how I left Phoenix And immediately realized Why it all happened at all Last night at the gig The girl working the door Had the same subtle voice That I came to adore And those eyes that you had With which you would express A true interest to know me And a true indifference And she spoke hardly to me But definitely to me But she looked exactly like you I was taken aback. She looked exactly how someone might look if your memory Of them was deteriorating In the back Of your brain which is telling you go talk to her But also exclaiming You aren't interested in her You just like how she looks And Who she reminds you of But she's outside talking with the guy In the wheelchair Why don't you give up I wrote this song It'll cause an infinite loop Like when I analyzed why I always Think about you When the priest asks for intentions Held within your heart's silence Now it's just like a dream in the mass at that part
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Now there's a girl smells like bug spray and cigarettes But not the smoke, tobacco in her hazy eyes, pirouette Heaving and crooning her heys and hos Which became easier as there was nowhere to go Lying on the matte black and gravitas A surly mess of tom cats and vagabonds Shouting sound fonts from coffee shop debutantes Three worlds together not one of them meshing Ayahuasca retching/squash ball stretching Glory god how this felt so refreshing Compared to the slicked back hair of their slicked back fathers Slicked back fathers in their Kingston chairs Kingston chairs covered in slick gray hairs Slick gray hair of their crooked fathers Holy mess caught up in the afterglow When did change become a side show lyrics by lynn
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The inside of my sweater just smelled too much like some girl I was seeing when I lived inside a hotter newer world I was just looking at clips of when she took me out to learn about her past I didn't pray too much in the short time she let me stay In her bedroom and not on the couch where we would drink and lay Down and try to sober up I wasn't really trying. She might make me drive home. From the moment I laid eyes I knew it wouldn't last I was moving way to who knows where. She was housing 7 cats. On the last night I told her six more months might have helped. I could have stayed. On the last morning we walked outside and her cat tried to kill a bird. I didn't kiss her. She went inside and grabbed a box with precut holes. I brought the bird to the rescue center where they asked for my address. I said I'm leaving Arizona now. My whole life's in my car, a mess. I didn't see her again for another few months when she came and it wasn't the same I hope the bird lived.
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I'm only writing songs about you Because you're the most recent Girl whose house I slept at Fully clothed and decent Wearing somebody's pajamas Probably ex boyfriend ask politely if you could Take his toothbrush out of your house And ya did And ya did we watched arrested development While I laid on your butt Yeah we did Yeah we did And we watched crazy stupid love Until I asked you what we were You said we couldn't make out Because your former boyfriend Still thought he was your boyfriend But you gave me a toothbrush And so we didn't make out We just had drunk sleepovers And tried to order pizza It was bad but we both ate it Yeah we did Yeah we did At 1:30 you texted me Do you wanna come over And I did And I did And I might not be here writing if I didn't just come over but I did

about

You're seventeen.
You moved to Brooklyn for college (a year early, naturally, you skipped second grade).
You got broken up with.
You've never played music before.
You bought a microphone.
You bought a guitar.
You recorded this.
You shared it.

music by me, art by roach, recording by bard, sitting in the room by adam, bugspray time lyrics by lynn

Pope Saint Grandpaw is an alternate timeline version of Slow Rosary. Thank you for listening. slowrosary@gmail.com for more info.

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released July 13, 2019

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