[Verse 1]
I’ve been counting sheep, you been counting toes
Counting fingers, to see if it’s all there I suppose
Go figure, cold winters, on nights I froze
I pull the covers over me, hoping these
Shadows at the end of my bed would just leave me alone
I sleep in my clothes, been walking in my sleep
Something bothersome creeps, and is following me
I should call the police, they say it’s just in my dreams
But I’m like one more restless night from being Tyler Durden
Schizophrenic since you’ve left, feel like a different person
Laws of inertia, change causes exertion
Which is something that I just can’t handle since the desertion
And then it hit me, something like a Mack truck
Been down for so long I forgot how to get back up
So I’ll just stay down, keep it at bay
Get on my knees and pray, eventually this’ll all go away
[Hook]
Lost my hair when I lost my job
Lost my sight when I lost my wife
Lost my memory and lost my mind
Lost all control, to The Combine
[Verse 2]
I’m sick, fucking doctor don’t have a cure yet
And they wonder why The Coup Kids ain’t been on tour yet
Bad kid bad student, bad at being prudent
So they only reason I’m here is cuz I’ve been fucking stupid
So I’m kinda clueless, how this is supposed to play out
I’m seeing all my friends, and they found a way out
Not sure what to say now, cuz we speak rarely
And when we do talk, they say I’m talking scary
Precocious but unfocused, it’s hopeless
So it goes, cynical as Vonnegut prose
Which is apropos, I suppose, but who knows
It’s allaimless and I’m talking in rounds
I walk without a sound, I hear barking hounds
But they’re tied to a chain-link fence, discontent
And they’ll give up eventually, after a couple of attempts
I’ll just keep walking, holding myself in contempt
[Verse 3]
I’ve been counting sheep, I’ve been counting days
It’s hard to keep track, trapped in a daze
Trapped in this place, anywhere’s better than this
I ball up a fist, against a wall it hits
I’ve talking some shit, just waiting to come to
The comforts of some old memories is where I run to
I’m still obsessively wondering if you’ve been missin me
And I’m still searching for company for my misery
Got my back against the wall, and I’m out of options
And night I’m going crazy thinking big brother is watching
Cuz all I do is clock out and clock in, like Sisyphus
How sick is this? Got me pint up in this ward, ridiculous
Mis-chi-vus, our mind’s playing tricks on us
A gamble to make it out, ain’t a sound bet
A lunatic on the grass, but we ain’t touch the ground yet
If there is a great gig in the sky, consider this the sound check
credits
from The Coup Kids,
released August 6, 2013
Lyrics: Goose
Guitars: Coup Eric
Bass: Tyler Wise
Drum Programming: Ryan Stone
Additional Vocals: Chelsi Faine
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