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Problematic
02:26
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I count the years by the jacaranda’s bloom
Last year I remember I was thinking of you
But today I just remembered how much I used to think of you
And how slowly I became someone entirely new
I’m not sure what my edges have been sharpened into
But rust and fat have been ground down to bone and sinew
I don’t have a six pack I’ve got a keg of chicken noodle soup
That keeps me warmer than an ice pack like you
I hope you do good
Through whatever you do
But
You’re not an underdog you’re just a dog
In the least literal meaning of the word
You branded a sign into your forehead that says I’m hurt
And then you bitched that you were burnt
Mum said those lines were problematic
But I don’t think words are static
And Karen O would say you’re a no good dick
And I was just a stupid bitch
You’re not even close to my least favourite person
You’re just an easy source of a verse man
I don’t miss you
I miss what I used to see
But I built some glasses
Out of me
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Tea
03:54
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Sweetheart you’re like
The sugar in my tea
Unnecessary
Sweetheart you’re like
My tea
I prefer coffee
But really I am all I need
Except for cigarettes and mum and coffee and sometimes Codral when champion ruby gets me coughing up things I don’t wanna see
There are plenty of sharks in the sea
And ventti’s are my preference but I tally-hos when I need distraction more than stimulation
Truthfully I dally rare and respectfully
This song’s not for anyone but me
I hope you like the melody
If any line’s felt in your spine
Don’t take it up with me
Straighten your back clean up your act
Start by washing yourself of thoughts of me
Because I still see them in your teeth
The itch in your mane and the cross of your feet
The stare from the left to the right of me
As a man who doesn’t own sunnies I see that one real easy
I’m getting so close to what I want to be
I just wish I didn’t want what you don’t
And none of the other lines are about you or should be taken literally
But I’m done with girls I want a woman finally
I see red flags but I’m a matador
I deserve better
I just haven’t met her
I’m not my father’s son
I’m my granddads little guy
I’m not too small to standover you
And I’m not too big to cry
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Daddy Issues
03:25
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Hey dad
Am I still your little boy
Now that we don't talk?
Yeah I don't pay that
And I'm still annoyed
That your pain spoils every ploy
Buy me another toy
Why do you get to be the boy?
Why do I have to be the man who understands your every fucked up choice?
Put up your hands, raise your white flag and make a noise
That's not a yelp
I could've used your help
Oh well
I think you're why I go for those girls
I think you're why I took 23 years to start to love myself
So condolences for your own fragile mental health
But the onus is on you
This won't just fix itself
Because without you
I've been doing well
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Yolandi
03:25
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Yolandi
I coulda loved you
Got tired of waiting
Oh oh oh
Yolandi
Come to Newtown
I’ll show you around
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Yolandi
You look tired
I’ve got a bed
I can’t speak Afrikaans
But I can still hold your hand
I can’t speak Afrikaans
But I can still be your man
Your man your man
Oh oh oh
I can hold your hand
Your hand
Your hand
Your hand
Yolandi
If you hear this
Just give me a miss
Yolandi
I’m sick of this
Mutual selfishness
Yolandi
Do you wanna go to France with me?
I don’t have much money but I’ve got such funny anecdotes and I can surprise you structurally
I can’t speak Afrikaans
But I can still hold your hand
I can’t speak Afrikaans
But I can still be your man
Your man your man
Oh oh oh
I can hold your hand
Your hand
Your hand
Your hand
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Remy Phillipps Sydney, Australia
Hi my name is Remy Phillipps but you probably know me as "REMYX: The Future of Music"
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