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Brooklyn Drum Collective Presents​.​.​. Live at Our Wicked Lady

by Brooklyn Drum Collective Presents

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1.
Do you want to die? Do you want to feel the sun on the grass, the sun on grass while you're underground Do you want to feel the heat? Do you want to feel the weight of my lips, the weight of my hips while you're under me And I know that when we're close and our knees touch Well I know it's just another accident but these feelings got me in a rush So if you could come and save me now and take away the pain of not being touched Do you want to die? Do you want to feel the sun on the grass, oh the sun on grass while you're underground
2.
Female artist, female artist, Female artist, female artist, There aren't enough women who are speaking Aren't enough women who are seeking, Female artist, female artist, There aren't enough, aren't enough aren't enough, enough Woman is my prison, my affliction, his decision, My depression, his possession, my dependence, his obsession, I’ve been told my place in the human race There’s a sex war, going on, There is a sex war that’s been going on, But I’m not a pedestal for you to stand on, I’m not here to smile for you, My expression will rise above your narrow perception, and that’s because, You only love woman when she’s timid and sweet, Mild and meek, kissing your feet, I want meek weak women to inherit the earth Female artist, female artist, There aren't enough women who are speaking Aren't enough women who are seeking, Female artist, female artist, There aren't enough, aren't enough aren't enough, enough
3.
I've got the heart of a saint with a resting bitch face and I dare you to find someone who can take my place Don't be deceived the city is the place for me I refuse to go to bed, I refuse to brush my teeth, I refuse to change my bedsheets once a week cuz fuck that, it's not like it affects my sleep No one ever taught the grass to grow up and be happy You are a God sent gift to a fucked up world, you are a God sent gift to a fucked up The word "woman" isn't real, and "male" feels so stale How can we stop people full of hate cuz who does it help? Archaic thoughts can go to hell No one ever taught the grass to grow up and be happy You are a God sent gift to a fucked up world, you are a God sent gift to a fucked up world
4.
I always thought I wasn't cool enough to find a scene You're Jagger or you're no one and there aren't in betweens I wrote some songs, I grabbed some friends and grabbed some beer I played a couple of descents shows and I bought a lot of gear God knows it's the only bliss I could find I need a guitar to get what's on my mind off my mind And people always tell me as they slowly roll their eyes With a sigh, this is a fucking waste of time It's Friday night in Brooklyn, I need somewhere to go A couple of beer shot combos at a crowded rooftop show We were on the road to Richmond, the van broke down again Well I'm stuck at this fucking truck stop, but at least I'm with my friends Working a day job leaves me cold I want a little bit of whiskey and a lot of rock and roll And people always tell me as they slowly roll their eyes With a sigh, that it's a fucking waste of time That it's a fucking waste of time That it's a fucking waste of time It's a fucking waste of time It's a fucking waste of time It's a fucking waste of time
5.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Hey Elevator Will I make it through the day Talk to you later 5 o'clock's so far away Gonna write me a lover So that we can leave this place Paint me a picture Of our New Orleans escape I want to run I'm feeling done Clear out your mind To fall in line Fluorescent vibes That eat our lives Hey Elevator Wish I never saw your face Talk to you later Led me to my tiny cage Gonna write me a lover How I love to get away Paint me a picture Of a quiet place to stay Clear out your mind To fall in line Fluorescent vibes That eat our lives
6.
She's a good lover with a bad liver But I won't leave her oh no I'm a scarred leper I'm a scratched record I repeat everything she says She's a cult But she's flawless Left me tied to a cross in the back of a Shoprite She's a gold ticket she's a bad secret She's a trigger sticking in my hand I'm a drowned sailor I'm a new failure I believe every word she says She's a cult But she's flawless Left me tied to a cross in the back of a Shoprite She's a god She's religious I reflect the shine of an unknown object She's a cult But she's flawless Left me tied to a cross in the back of a Shoprite She's a god She's religious I reflect the shine of an unknown object
7.
Seen this side of you For the first time Look around the room For the last time I would like to Throw the curtain wide I would like you To come to my side Pulled you weeping from the floor Pour me out and dig for more When we finally get to bed I throw the sheets over your head I would like to Throw the curtain wide I would like you To come to my side All this leads to war (x4) (Oohs verse) All this leads to war
8.
I don’t need a reason When you ask me why Fingers white from freezing Cut the knot Too numb to untie All the endless reaching Metals too alike Slipping out beneath me So I drop the line Looking up from under See the lights What we left to slumber Under the ice When you go do u dream ur sinking boats an endless song and when u float ill be the tide beneath ur bones so come and make us something out of nothing new then let it go, let it drift beneath your arms Looking up from under See the lights What we left to slumber Under the ice Ahh, Ahh Under the Ice
9.
In the night by the side-line tracing my steps we realign I can't see through (can't see through) Don't know what to do I really need you to I really need you to Tell me what you Tell me what you Tell me what you want! Another night another sideline (another sideline) tracing your steps (tracing your steps) we realign (and we realize) I can't read your mind (I can read your mind) x4 Tell me what you Tell me what you Tell me what you want! Take your time I don't mind Live your life, I don't mind Take your time I don't mind Live your life, I don't mind Take your time I don't mind Live your life, I'll live mine. Tell me what you Tell me what you Tell me what you want! Tell me! Tell me!
10.
What do I write songs about? What do I write songs about? Songs About Songs I hate Every word that comes out my mouth I hate every word that comes out my mouth Songs About songs
11.
How much do I have to push you to make you see me? How much do I have to clear out your foggy sight? Hey now hey now hey now I'm standing right in front of you I'm a pusher baby You're turned me into a pusher, baby Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to be a doormat Or to take arms against Your careless way of thought? Hey now hey now hey now 3 whole months in doubt I've become a pusher baby You turned me into a pusher baby You turned me into a pusher baby You know I've always been a pusher
12.
As requested I’m calling you now Little cry baby I’m calling you know I have no patience I’m calling you now ‘Cause you’re relentless So I’m calling you now But she won’t answer because he’s lame But she won’t answer because he’s lame No, she won’t answer No, she won’t answer Oh, yes she will! Oh, yes she will As requested I’m calling you now Little cry baby I’m calling you know I have no patience I’m calling you now ‘Cause my brother’s crazy So I’m calling you now But she won’t answer because he’s lame But she won’t answer because he’s lame No, she won’t answer No, she won’t answer Oh, yes she will! Oh, yes she will

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released October 16, 2020

Performance from July 19, 2019

Produced by Carlo Minchillo
Recorded by Rich Crescenti at Our Wicked Lady, Brooklyn, NY
Mixed by Jeff Berner at Palace of Sports, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Sam Gelernter
Artwork by Rachel R. Adler
Photography by Mike Petzinger
Layout & Design by Carlo Minchillo & David Krinick

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