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Grody

by Mouthbreather

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1.
Luckies 01:50
In two weeks I'll put in my two weeks again So why get better when I can stay sick forever? This is as committal as I've been Last year's resolutions came and went My stupid secular version of lent Good God. Such a chore Don't flip a lucky anymore Every one's the same on the inside And only made unique when you flip them on their heads As it is written, so it shall be Until we find something else to read I stole a page from my own book I thought it earned another look And the deja vu swept through Like stepping in shit and wondering, "who?" Good God. Such a chore Don't flip a lucky anymore Everyone's the same on the inside And only made unique when you flip them
2.
Fisheye periscope to a sepia place Deadweight centerpiece resembles your face I'm so close that I can see all your pixels in HD We flow slow now, Like the clot the stopped the heart of God Eyes down, I walked into traffic and didn't notice Eyes up, trying to get the blur to focus My outbox is full but no one's heard my voice in a long damn time The soma comes and brings a waking sleep I woke up present day and tried to cry It had been awhile Eyes down, I walked into traffic and didn't notice Eyes up, trying to get the blur to focus I swallowed a chrome tablet and turned it off and on again Off and on again Off and on Off, on Oft anonymous, I might glitch if you look It might be funny if it weren't quite so sad I'd quit if I didn't want to start so bad I'd jump if I weren't so high Watch that motherboard fry Binary fission, it breaks apart And zeroes and ones fall out
3.
Old Feelings 03:35
Leech me of the poison 'Cause otherwise it's pointless Screaming these old feelings from a castle on a cliff I stop to wonder if there is a reason I am pissed Shovel in the black coal Ponder the boiling point of the soul Shovel in the black coal I am too young to be old Tell me something nice please Drain me of the disease I pickled the core in something murkier than brine And now I wonder if these thoughts are even mostly mine Shovel in the black coal Ponder the boiling point of the soul Shovel in the black coal I am too young to be old Leech me of all of this poison This wretched present tenseness is senseless
4.
Common Space 04:23
When I get to have the house all to myself I clean the couch for bus fare When I get to have the house all to myself I clean the fridge for breakfast When I get to have the house all to myself I don't do anything When I get to have myself all to myself I think about everybody else The cell phone turns me into a remote controlled drone When I get to have the house all to myself I don't do anything Hang up the decorations Dressed up to feel complacent Even books become decoration Fermenting in the basement When I get to have the house all to myself I'm sick or stoned or somewhere else Avoiding the half-assed projects Orbiting my dense home and head When I get to have the house all to myself I don't do anything Sick in the common space Coughing muffled, pillow face Sickening the common space That dead weight just takes my place
5.
I want to cut it out but I'm scared I'll botch the job Thought it was good but in fact it was not Concede conception was not meant to be Bough out now, tear limb from tree GIfted me a compass and a cold, then we parted Swiped away the monochrome mandala that we started What else can I do but smear the blue through this season too? Picked apart an animal not meant to see inside And I died, I died, I died Grievances aired all of the time on this public access Practicing our relationship sabotage tactics Anything that you have to say I don't want to know it But I've got a bit of ballast and I will unload it Look in the pantry and it all says "no" Do we have to sleep for dinner though? Don't do much. Times are lean Life is hard, life is mean I can’t stand to hurt your heart but I did it anyway because I could not stand to know your friends but I did it anyway because I should Be cool, but be a human being Grow up, get better at whatever You bite, but I know you're only teething You're real but I think the word's misleading Bumped elbows with the self-important Bought beers that could not be afforded I can’t stand to hurt your heart but I did it anyway because I could not stand to know your friends but I did it anyway because I should have done it differently, but I shit the nest the way I always do
6.
A pittance to maintain us in this war of attrition But I won't listen and you won't clean the kitchen As bad as it becomes Parts are now sum But we can let go of made up love Try to forget what once was In time lose track of what we dreamt of No tool kit To fix it A family of only children What doesn't improve may kill them As bad as it is now A home becomes a house But we can't pretend for one more month Try to act like you're not so dumb In time lose track of what we dreamt of
7.
Party Hole 03:12
You spun round for quite some time before You could close your eyes And that cozy nest you found was only Thorns in disguise Discomfort is not the symptom It is the stuff you're made of And whatever you are afraid of It is behind your eyelids Maybe you long for aloneness and don't notice Maybe you harbor some hate in your current state Maybe you had done more bad, more than you thought that you had Even when you feel happy some part of you is still sad I have a taste for some things that I can't even stomach So I fell in War or peace, feast or famine Swim upstream, bear eats salmon Where there was once a soul, there's a party hole Certainly no comfort, love, if you thought there was You promised that you would visit but you didn't Will people stick to plans? Stop sitting on their hands?
8.
Reruns 02:05
Comfort is easy and comfort is cruel I'll be tossing and turning soon Getting tired of this tune Let us hasten to review Roses on the sewer grates and roses on the dumpsters The floral scent of everything is really just a bummer Don't let it get to your head Transient sadness; ephemeral glee The fickle kaleidoscope within me Thinking those bad thoughts. Staring at toilet Objectively humorous predicament Hearing kids on trampoline and hating everyone's fun I know I saw this episode it’s just a fucking rerun Don't let it get to your head Should I call and reach out for a friend To shamelessly commentate my end In through nose and out through mouth Remind me what I'm about Saw this episode already though And I was not fond of this sad show Stop showing me reruns Stop showing me reruns Stop showing me reruns
9.
Pipsqueak don't care much for me Better pray I'm not a predator Were you born like this? Or were you crumpled up in a bigger person's fist I was begging for a wound back then You were something different in my head It’s as good as it’ll get In the clutches of a giant infant I was fully diminished in an instant Does it make you big to make me smaller? To the whale man I am krill Get in belly, make the kill Before I get the knife in Whale man starts to pipe in “Fuckin’ A, you floater do just what I told you.” I just want to quit But I am still making spit And skimming the fat
10.
Burn Out 03:56
Anode to cathode: what are the charges we imparted and are you shocked you’re out of energy? Burning out, bulb You got excited for a second But not enough for you to see House that guilt built Tears for spilt milk Light left on long But now you foot the bill alone Electrons jump at the chance to illuminate your life But it turns out your soul mate just wasn't your type And you lived up to something that wasn't your hype Even when you're reminded you left on the light House that guilt built Tears for spilt milk Light left on long But now you foot the bill alone
11.
I cannot help but sleepily smile Through my morning window I watch the riots They're mad at the way you behaved Superstitiously spit on your grave Sow the earth with salt Scream till it’s not my fault The loudest monkey gets the fruit He’ll go get fitted for his suit Couldn’t pick between the obvious evil And the one disguised as good for the people Something's gotta give this go round Burn this dated house to the ground Sow the earth with salt Scream till it's not my fault Most vicious monkey gets the fruit I'll go get fitted for my suit Are you aware of the shit we talk? When you're out of town or up the block I try to think of a decent joke But it stopped being funny a while ago Absent headed leeches are feeding Don’t want to go there could not believe it And I’m not superstitious but here come the end times Bruised pithy peach took a trust fall and splattered As if feeding needy was ever what mattered And I’m not superstitious but here come the end times
12.
Fixer Upper 03:03
Take your knowledge and lord it over me Cut out my eyes; I’ve chosen not to see Nothing is the way it ought to be ‘Cause no one’s keeping freedom free Now it costs a fee I have to let those people be near me My attempt to understand the irony fails While my dogma chases its tail Drinking from the faucet but it’s mostly liquid lead Brain’s a fixer upper but I’ll knock it down instead I won’t shed a tear For people I allowed to be here And if you even think to try and touch my border Hateful retribution of the highest order When the big mouth opens up to scream The scariest thing is that you agree
13.
Good old blood stood in defiance Subsequently bulldozed with silence Bones of ancients burned Their protest never heard Money feeds a void needs filling No eye can see down the hole we’re drilling Dropped a pebble down Swallowed by its own sound Your eyes are cloudy, skull is thick You’ll pay for making mother sick One way or the other We’re all murdered by our brother So we pump the black up faster to challenge God to stop us To let there be light in our cubicles Can’t you see we’re both protecting our assets? You took that rubber check and cashed it Wish the money lasted So swallow your pride and shake hands with the serpent ‘cause no one’s perfect A post-modern Jesus turns water to oil A miracle bubbling up from the soil Rubber bullets bouncing, bouncing off of saints You tried to force your way on through the gates With only your own hell to pay May your burn in your own way And if it’s not later today Then it’s coming soon, I pray
14.
Right Skin 04:13
Meanwhile at the refuge Patriots walking free Nausea like a deluge Is washing over me It’s not your property, it’s a welcome mat The spoils to the spoiled brat The religion that the almighty Worked out between you both All three are his mouthpiece Father, son, holy ghost Turns out I do not have the constitution for this You face the wind and take a long piss The birds are watching you take your stand Wondering what it must be like to own a piece of land Simultaneously at the sanctuary they were feeling cheated Not truly even knowing what it’s like to be mistreated You made your case against the government The glorious campaign you underwent Semi-automatics at your temple Got let off with a stern talking to Good thing you were born with the right skin Or we’d find a grave or cell for you to rot in
15.
Lip Service 05:10
Pick apart your pellet after you expel it and see the sad remains the evidence of rage You're working up a froth but your rhetoric's facade And you nearly thrice forgot What your platform was History repeats With volume at peak Pander upon LCD Faces twist in ecstasy He's talking only just for me Doing lip service to someone else's god Basking in the lowest common denominator’s applause Such a sweet feeling Sunlight on cold skin The populace is shocked to watch your sickly form disrobe Lucky you inherited your father's invisible clothes The evil of two lessors Lending out a nation Metaphoric reptiles Running out of patience
16.
I saw you in my light Such pleasant prey to bite You will put up a fight But then it’s justified And in daydreams roll around in my hate A carcass that my pride and I just ate And there will be no argument There will be no debate If you’re looking for a reason then you’re just a little late The cycle just continues ‘cause I’m backed up by my mates You had it all on camera But the footage must’ve lied ‘Cause all of my companions were right there when you died They could tell you had it coming And my talons told it too And never mind your innocence you were born to be my food Who’s the super predator? Who’s the super predator? Who’s the super predator? Who?
17.
Holy Bull 04:23
Laid up in castes, a holy bull munching on grass leaves me boring out a hole inside my head Filled a tank with noxious gas and made it air Saw events objectively and made them fair and where can I go now The machinations of a long dead culprit Spitting bile from a cardboard pulpit Kick it over, run away Only mad that you won’t stay Fingers down throat and sick all over everything Fan fared poorly while spiraling wildly And idling idly, your hands at the wheel Preparing to feel Small concessions for a hunger strike But you won’t get any of the snacks you like Practicing tactfulness You racked your brains for common sense But none to be had
18.
Patriarch 03:14
He built a pretty castle out of mostly brawn But woke up in the morning and the whole thing gone Maybe for the first time he Wonders why does it have to be me He found another scapegoat and he ties her hands Avoiding any mirrors just as best he can Maybe for the last time he Doesn’t like the thing he sees You’re a hateful shitty backwater bastard but you’re a patriarch You’re a fucking barely sentient slime mold but you’re a patriarch Something’s just a little wrong I’m not allowed to sing this song He wrote a shitty contract using mostly hate Botched english that’d be more use to immolate Burning up a turn of phrase Next day he returns with just the same Why is privilege your god-given birthright? Just ‘cause you came out with both an x and y? If you think you’re smarter ‘Cause you’re equipped with certain parts then you are wrong You’re a hateful shitty backwater bastard but you’re a patriarch You’re a fucking barely sentient slime mold but you’re a patriarch
19.
Oligarch 05:06
I knew you were cheap when I noticed you’d not removed the tag from your shirt I would have mentioned it but I didn’t think it would do too much to lessen the hurt Of living in a shack with your spawn and eating out of cans every night And I can’t take it back having kept you there by working deals out in the dark Day by day I dabble in the quaint affairs of people below Keep them productive and eventually I’ll reap what they sow They thought that they had made a tidy little home for themselves How very touching just to watch them try so hard to fill up their shelves You put the quarter in and moved the claw to the toy you desire But fruitlessly it closes so you call the machine a liar I see them notice wrongs and try to use their voices How very sweet it is to watch them think they’re making choices
20.
Magic Beans 04:23
Live within your means But plant the magic beans And fill your little pantry With sentiments of plenty Go follow your bliss But always comes to this Prepare for defeat Cause you can’t make ends meet Sad and slow See garden grow Grind your teeth It seems so bleak But then you end your work week Cannot see many prospects Living paycheck to paycheck Got some little projects That I tend to forget Leap and the net will appear But cannot let go without fear Crawling out of holes In broad cycles Sit and cry Watch garden die I’m clocked in Can’t water them Desiccated by the weekend Live within your means But plant the magic beans And fill your tiny heart up With silly little art stuff

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released April 26, 2017

Guitar and vocals by Leo Brill
Percussion and vocals by Joey Burnah
Cello on Burn Out, Super Predator, Right Skin, Magic Beans by Jessie Dettwiler
Violin on Burn Out, Right Skin by Loren Naldoza

Recording and production by Kevin Carafa (www.kevincarafa.com)
Album art by Ross Jackson (www.rossjackson.cool)

Released at Ash Street Saloon in PDX on April 26th, 2017.

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Mouthbreather Portland, Oregon

Math rock, post-hardcore, and experimental folk walk into a bar. The sound person only provides them with 4 drink tickets, because they are a two-piece band called Mouthbreather.
Dynamic song structures and time signatures with no shortage of distinct melody and thoughtful lyricism. Something for everybody! Except maybe your aunt who might say “I don’t get why he has to do all that yelling.”
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