Brody Weld's Music

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A collection of my music. This stuff is all written, played, and recorded by me (unless otherwise specified in the title).

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released 31 December 2037

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tags: electronic lo-fi punk Barrie

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Track Name: Your Friends
Smarten up, buttercup, tell me when you’ve had enough
Playing with the upskirt downtown toss-around
Governmental structure of the high school harlots abound

Cinderella, found a fella, worthy of a lapdance
Take a chance, yoga pants, what the fuck is romance
Lean a little more and we’ll explore the definition of whore

Your friends don’t know how to say love
honey you’ve got me, and ain’t that enough?
If you can’t see them crying, it’s cause we’re just too far above

Your friends don’t know how to hold hands
but they shake it right down to overplayed bands
and they don’t know who’s lips they were gracin’ defacin’ last night

Social mixer, twentysixer, turn her over, then we’ll fix her
King pin, tall and thin, holds her breath until he picks her
for another journey to the bedroom at the back of the hall

Keep it quiet, keep it steady, didn’task, but hope you’re ready!
Naked queen of seventeen, you’re inbetween, and lookin’ sweaty
Hope I’ve got the words to make it heard that you can’t fake this anymore

Your friends don’t know how to say love!
But they’ve got a decent sense of skimpy dress a cut above

Your friends don’t know how to say love!
But at least they hold their ground when the push becomes a shove

Your friends don’t know how to say love!
But the problem is sophistry, or perhaps the lack thereof

Your friends don’t know how to say say now..
Track Name: Receipt
Look out the crack of the break in my back,
And let me know if the snow is trying to formulate a counter-attack,
Because I'm so damn sick of being so damn sick,
And being so damn glad that my words don't stick.

Oh I know, it's an awful thing to say, but every time you hit below the belt you take my breath away.
It's a beautiful day to have a reason to stay, but if a reason don't present itself...

That's ok.

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I've got it written in my bones
That we could be something great
My god, you'd never feel alone
Oh you'd feel at home

And when I don't see straight everything looks great,
So let's close our eyes.
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So buy your tickets to the slaughter of the crickets,
and the background noise,
all of the girls and all of the boys,
and all the necessary parts of a machine for throwing darts at the balloons that make the moon look like the surface of my heart,

There's one too many a hole, and it's a dangerous role, but there has got to be a way to take a stain off a soul,
I done tried, and the problem persists, so I took
a round trip to see a thorough therapist

About the state of my decaying eye, all that it can see
I've gotta rectify a tiny lie and now it's up to me
To make a fast buck, give a fuck, tell you that you're out of luck, oh.

But that's ok.
Track Name: Surfsummer
Oh oh, oh oh, gimme all you got
I'm alive and I'm feeling on top of the world

Oh oh, oh oh, gimme all you got
I'm alive and I'm feeling on top of the
World, I'm ready

Ten more days till summer is over, I'm not looking over my shoulder
Track Name: Christopher Robins
Laugh with us loner, your friends will not hear
Trapped and alone with your enemies near

We fill your head with awful thoughts
Looking for the love-me-nots
Sacrifice what you hold dear

And when you need their comfort, they
Will leave you in the dust
I hope you've learned by now, dear child
There's not many folks you can trust
Track Name: Hollywood Anti-Glam
Little miss lover girl, dirty kind of actress
Mistress of the mattress, fishnet queen of the world
A young girl at the lowest of lows
It doesn't matter what they call it if there's money in your wallet you know

Oh, oh, it's a well-rehearsed performance in a poorly written movie by a man who knows what people will buy,
As he tightens his tie and says "Stay tuned son, I've got a starlet who could blow your mind"

Grab your coat, take the money and go
Cause when the lights go off you'd better give those boys a show
Cheap thrills, but they're paying your bills
And now the number in your bank account is greater than your number of kills

Little miss maniac, find a happy flashback
Never give the cash back, show 'em what they're looking to see
But don't forget, who you're trying to be
Even if it's anti-glamorous, the uniform's entirely free

Oh, oh, and I'm dying to know, how an artist like yourself can take the attitude wherever she goes,
A rare trait, and I'll peg it as hope, only slightly more impressive when it's crafted out of leather and rope
Track Name: Angry Boy Funk
One day you’re going to wake up and notice that every single flower smells like a day that you spent worrying about essays and A’s and wasted days, and I’ll be a few steps lower on the financial ladder but god, will I have a nice seat.

I’ve got to figure it out, then we can laugh about it, rolling with the punches on hunches I never knew that I had
I’m getting bad with society’s worst, and when the fist fight twists right ‘round I’ll be loving it first

I’ll get to killin every villain that I’ve got in my brain, it’s hard to think so straight when you’re going insane
And if you’ve ever broken promises and bones, you know, the diagnosis of a man who’s left alone

Let’s shout and sing about a slightly more oppressive abode
Or we could break down, oh oh oh.

I’m thinking if we’re sinking that there’s nowhere left we could go
I’m on a roll now, oh oh oh.

Got me thinking all about the person I could be
When the fact about the future is there’s nothing you can see
Get your petty man circumstance, out of my reality, oh oh

You’re working into my head, and I’m still thinking bout it, jumping to conclusions illusions I didn’t know I could see
I’m running wild with the last of the dead, it’s a fast paced, glass-break life,
I’m in over my head.

I tend to fall on my face, but I’m a stand up guy
Subject to distraction inaction and I could never find
Any other way to get off without a light turned on.