1. |
Jehovah Starts With an I
01:06
|
|
||
|
She talks in her [sleep]
Sleepless nights and dirigible flights
in pursuit of the wood chalice
An endless quest between grading tests
to force my taste on museums
In fact by holding this sacred art,
I’m putting innocent geriatric guards at risk
Apparently these endless hordes
have the relics at the top of their list
“J” is what his first step fell through,
but then what tiles supported his hands?
And shouldn’t centuries of piled up heads
be blocking up that path?
And fuck it -- if you go frame by frame,
Donovan’s rot was just a series of dissolves
Plus his hair growing out was a reverse shot.
I’ll never be satisfied!
What stone age engineer
installed those mechanical saws?
I feel sorry for centuries of janitors
that swept the heads of men who never learned…
The penitent man shall pass
Jehovah starts with an “I”!
|
||||
2. |
Exogenous
00:56
|
|
||
|
Write me out of the plot, no need for suspense
Leave me in my box, it’s well furnished
I shall return something exogenous
How I feel the weight of damn near everything
When I lug myself around inside the costume
That now gathers dust hanging in an empty dark room
There is cowardice and there is selfishness
There are so many things I do not miss
There are distinctions without any difference
|
||||
3. |
Brian Fallon Robot
00:48
|
|
||
|
Summer night, me and my best friends
Seek to hide ‘neath southern stars, a price out on our heads
Father time, he ain’t no friend of ours tonight
He ain’t no friend of mine
I’m running away from this deadbeat dollar town
I’ll be okay, let the doorbell ring another time
I’m falling away, the night it burned through my heart and soul
I’ll be okay, give it one more ring, kid, ain’t no one home
I’ll be okay
|
||||
4. |
Exoskeleton Chomp
00:45
|
|
||
|
One thirty for dead cattle hide
Adorns your shoulder; should feel pride
Heroes you want to satisfy
But they’re the ones that preached the frugal life
Chock full of contradictions
and the high cost of that cattle’s eating you
Stand alone in a crowd tonight
Not a single soul like you in sight
Brain sweat geysers down your spine
You fucking hack -- who wants you alive?
X-ray specs -- they see right through
Skeleton’s in a fetal pose inside of you
What good’s a pulse if the beat
Doesn’t keep anyone else’s time?
Quick-cut out the back of the squat,
yet the pain of missing out is eating you
|
||||
5. |
Fuck Off
01:11
|
|
||
|
I don’t know what the fuck you are on about
You are at a loss
Too much time on your hands
Desperate for distraction
Thoughtless in demands
All I want is the surplus that you let rot
But the cure for your boredom
Deplete my stock
All I want is for you to fuck off
|
||||
Barking Carnies Washington, D.C.
"You were pretty good" -Ian MacKaye, actual quote, to Barking Carnies about Barking Carnies, 9/9/17
UPCOMING SHOWS:
12/3 @ The Runaway
If you like Barking Carnies, you may also like:
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music.
go to album
This Baltimore group rough up post-punk with dark post-hardcore riffs and chaotic choruses, never losing a fine-tuned sense of melody.
go to album
Colossally good New Wave out of Portland, with the nerviness of Kleenex poured into hooky pop songs.
go to album
The Corruption of What Cheer?
by Jane Doe Ensemble
Restless, agitated no wave for modern times built around razor-sharp guitar and roiling percussion from Jane Doe Ensemble.
go to album
Normal Never Was - Revelations - The Remix Compilation
by Crass
The legendary Crass made the stems from their debut available for remixing; the result is this excellent, mind-melting 40-track collection.
go to album
When times are tough, sometimes nostalgia really is the best medicine.
go to album
The debut full-length from Dummy combines ambient, shoegaze, motorik, and indie pop influences for songs that are catchy and atmospheric.
go to album
