1. |
11:59
02:24
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I don’t like these pendulum swings
I don’t know if I know anything
Find a lie, now it’s the truth again
Lose your mind every now and then
Oh, oh, oh
Compromise is weakness
You’re either happy or you’re helpless
Oh, oh, oh
You fly so high just to fall so low
You fly so high just to fall so low
You fly so high just to fall so low
You fly so high just to fall so low
You fly so high just to fall so low
And all I do is worry
About whose favour I’m currying today
It shouldn’t be this way
I’ll smoke a joint and forget it
I’ll miss the point and reject it
It’s ok
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2. |
It's Just Business
03:10
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Hi there, [First Name Last]
We've got some news for you
Your request for [survival]
Has [not] been approved
We're [sorry] for the inconvenience
Have a wondrous day
Good luck, salute the flag
And please be on your way
Don't take it personally
It's just business
We give what our market will bear
Our numbers are absolute
But we massage them
In secret when you are not there
Hi there, number [8-6-3]
You owe us [sixty grand]
This is how it's meant to be
So high-five the invisible hand
We don't give value to happy or sad
Who knows what those numbers would be
Our business is modeled on infinite growth
And your debt is a growth industry
Don't take it personally
It's just business
We give what our market will bear
Our numbers are absolute
But we massage them
In secret when you are not there
And we tolerate parody
Donate to charity
Work hard to get what we earn
We might cheat the system
But rules are for dum-dums
When will all you idiots learn?
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3. |
The Crunch
03:29
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There’s something funky coming, yeah
Something strange is going round
We’re supposed to act like robots
Until they finally take us down
If you’re productive, you’re an angel
If you are idle, you’re a fool
If you have freedom, you’re a deadbeat
Who knew the world could be so cruel?
Time to rise, the sun’s up
Do your hair and makeup
Time just flies, you wind up
Drink your coffee, let’s go
Check your twitter, reply
Get back to the phone guy
Feel exhausted, bitter
You can’t quite complain though
Working at your third job
Try to fix the doorknob
Reprogram the new FOB
Oh good god, you missed lunch
Take the bus, it’s five-ten
Work at home again, then
Catch up with your parents
No time left for this crunch
Idle hands do the devil’s work
Idle hands do the devil’s work
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Idle hands do the devil’s work
Idle hands do the devil’s work
Ah, ah, ah, ah
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4. |
The Algorithm
04:05
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The Algorithm knows me
More than I know my needs
It tells me what my life is missing
At ever-faster speeds
It’s there to see me laugh and cry
It’s there to hear me speak
It’s there to tell me my desires
(If they’re on sale this week)
Praise be to the Algorithm
He keeps us on the path
Whenever we are shepherdless
He simply does the math
Praise be to the Algorithm
The Algorithm loves me
More than I love myself
It tells me what I should be thinking
It audits my mental health
It’s there to hear me whisper secrets
No one should have heard
It’s there to tell me my desires
Submit to His holy word
Praise be to the Algorithm
He keeps us on the path
Whenever we are shepherdless
He simply does the math
Praise be to the Algorithm
Praise be to the Algorithm
(Praise be to the Algorithm)
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5. |
Etherea
03:56
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6. |
Echoes
04:56
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I’m in my happy place
It’s such a change of pace
Too many daggers outside my bubble
I’d rather stay here to stay out of trouble
This is my happy place
It’s such a change of pace
Don’t need to try to save face
Nobody here to contradict me
The world can stay the way I want it to be
This is my happy place
But I can’t hear you, no
I can’t hear you, no
I can’t hear you
Don’t need to try to save face
Hidden from God’s good grace
The fuck is cognitive dissonance?
I’d rather maintain my own innocence
This is my happy place
But I can’t hear you, no
I can’t hear you, no
I can’t hear you
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7. |
Spring Rain
02:47
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8. |
Pessimistic
04:24
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Blame it on the key of C
This key is not that great for me at all
I’m good at finding great excuses
To draw attention from success I’ve had
I guess I’m a pessimist
I can’t find the good in this at all
And to watch me run away
From all the happiness I’ve craved
It must be tough to say that nothing’s really wrong
And I could blame it on my parents,
Say they raised me wrong
I never got my way
But they and I both know that this is
One I dug myself into alone
I guess I’m a pessimist
I can’t find the good in this at all
And to watch me run away
From all the happiness I’ve craved
It must be tough to say that nothing’s really wrong
That nothing’s really wrong
So blinded by my lack of faith
I can’t find something worthwhile to embrace
For my only judge of character
Is looking in the mirror at my face
I guess I’m a pessimist
I can’t find the good in this at all
And to watch me run away
From all the happiness I’ve craved
It must be tough to say that nothing’s really wrong
I’ll blame it on the life I chose
Where thicker skin and harder hearts prevail
Where hope should fully shine its light
I find that I have turned the other way
I guess I’m a pessimist
I can’t find the good in this at all
And to watch me run away
From all the happiness I’ve craved
It must be tough to say that nothing’s really wrong
That nothing’s really wrong
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9. |
Night Owl
03:18
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When the sun goes down
And people are saying goodnight
I find that’s the time
When I’m feeling rather alive
A secret escape
I hide my cape, invisible
No one can see
I’m wandering free, invincible
And I can see my shadow
When the moon comes out
Always an uphill battle
But without a doubt I’m fine
I can see my future
Hidden in the stars
But until the sun returns
Let’s just assume that it is ours to hold
When the sun comes up
And people are rising from bed
I find that’s the time
When I feel like the Dusty Dead
No one seems to care
That all the inspiration’s there
Hiding in the cloak of night
A solitary flare
Go against the grain
It’s no secret that I’m one to do it
I’m self-aware enough to say that, I admit
No one can say I’m running away
When they’re alone
I march to the beat of drums in my feet and dulcet tones
And I can see my shadow
When the moon comes out
Always an uphill battle
But without a doubt I’m fine
I can see my future
Hidden in the stars
But until the sun returns
Let’s just assume that it is ours to hold
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10. |
Space Conga II
05:14
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Devin Vibert Ontario
Devin is a game/soundtrack composer keen to find and explore the places where music, art, and nature
intersect.
Though he is usually found in the space between genres, he can also be seen hiding in his home studio in southern Ontario, Canada, with his partner, son, numerous cats, and an abundance of coffee.
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