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Bangkok
05:12
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(Bottom feeding-)
The bottom rung in record time
Grand prize; given in nine-thirty-nine
Come wish me luck
On swallowing my pride
As for the rest of them plant seeds
Flourishing green as they please
I hear whispering in the leaves
Calling me unworthy
I know my way, diluting pain under lock
The prostitute in Bangkok of the flock
Born to live in pain, polluting family talk
I tell myself I'm not what they say
But blood runs thicker than water and God ain't giving any rain today
All I am is flesh grieving the wrong way
The selfish pest driving into the oncoming lane
I pray as I push the pedal down
No one is swerving, you're joking, I die screaming loud
What do you mean I make it all up?
I'm drowning underneath while you draw water in the tub
I could either plead or tell you the truth;
What sits in me is a plight away from waking up in you
We share the same blood
Bear witness to the same faint hum
Trumpets reverberate loud, the drums come in
Turns out you're stuck down here
Familial friend, familiar friend...
They make out Bangkok worse than it is
They make out Bangkok worse than it is
They make out Bangkok worse than it is
They make out Bangkok worse than it is
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Cuckold
06:32
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If I had a bad day, I'd eventually blame you
If I had it my way, nothing would ever feel right
I'm standing at your door, my fingers clutching onto poisoned fruit
I'd join you in the feast, so I get to watch you eat it too
My friend, my lover, my lover
Don't matter the role
You're a bother, you're a bother
Yeah, you're a bother
My friend
My lover, my lover
You can run away into the desert
But only I know where to find water
If you had a good day
I'd hope for bad weather
To give you gloom, rain on a parade
With a flood you'd never make it through
If I had a cancer, I would give it the same
Nickname your grandparents gave to you
So when the nodes swell up, I'd be cursing your whole life
And everything you do
My friend
My lover, my lover
Don't matter the role
You're a bother, you're a bother, you're a bother
My friend
My lover, my lover
You can run away into the desert
But only I know where to find water, water
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Has Nothing
06:02
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Born the four-leaf clover
Born in a pit of lyme
Proverbial bastard
Of Mother Mary shrines
My friends communicate in whispers
They'll tell me they know I tried
But acceptance ain't an option
I'd rather give up and die
I don't want seeds to sow
I just want to feel control
This can't be all there is
The light dims
This can't be what it is, is this really
What God meant
When it goes under, I go white
White, white
When it takes over, I
Don't want to die, don't want to die
I'd take it all for granted
If it meant I'd be fine
The callousness of my actions
Wouldn't linger long in my mind
My hate communicates in murmurs
Weakens my heart, hunches spine
I'd die laughing
If I knew you might
I don't want to feel at home
I just want a stable pulse
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Abandonment Fetish
05:02
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Your tone is shifting slow
I'd find out where you've grown cold
Gone for years, hope you kept it warm
Did the logs spill out and ignite the whole home?
I'm in your tears
I'm the tip of the spear
The one you hold out
In fear
Wanting for the best
Accepting that I'm no longer wanted
At this I am the best
Exploring abandonment fetish
If you'd please
See me show
That I'm aware
That I'm the curse
I'm in your tears
I'm the tip of the spear
The one you hold out
In fear
Wanting for the best
Accepting that I'm no longer wanted
At this I am the best
Exploring abandonment fetish
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Withdrawal
03:48
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Nineties Sitcom
03:35
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Fade into white
The years turn black and I
Wait
Cover it up
Like skin growing scab
While the moon had passed over us
Your hairs raised when it touched you
Yet when it all goes wrong
You're always standing there
Your care has fallen through
So when it all goes wrong
It's you, you're always standing there
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Rabbit Skin
03:05
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The wind blows on my arms
It keeps me calm, it reminds me what I've lost
I fall asleep with a laugh track playing loud
To remind me what I bought
I'm the rabbit skin you ripped from tail to skull
My nativity is your victory for comfort and warmth
So, celebrate
The day is made
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Lights
06:02
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I can't breathe in here
Open a window up
The smell of the respected wishes
The air of decomposition
Always at night
I clasp hands and embrace lies
I feel like I'm whole again
Like no one is really dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Does it hurt you to watch me
Stare in silence at my curtains to fall asleep?
Do you feel every plea?
Are you screaming in the nothing?
I'm going to keep drowning
Until the rumbles drain my life
I'll finally consider them a sign
While we float towards different lights
Lights
Lights
Lights, oh
Light, lights
I can't close my eyes
Sit outside
Air conditioning flipped on
It made me cry
Always biding time
I tell my family that I'm fine
Every day is carbon dioxide
Every word is clouded eyes
Eyes
Eyes
Eyes
Eyes
Does it hurt you to watch me
Stare in silence at my curtains to fall asleep?
Do you feel every plea?
Are you screaming in the nothing?
I'm going to keep drowning
Until the rumbles drain my life
I'll finally consider them a sign
While we float towards different lights
Lights
Lights
Lights, oh
Light, lights
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