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1.
You better slow down Take a backseat, baby Maybe this isn't your thing On the Internet with eyes pried open Regurgitating constantly Still a child so misinformed The concept of humility You shun your own voice without a clue "I swear I never do this type of thing" You're a poison a bolster of cancer Infectious, quick-spreading disease Now I cringe at the thought of my childhood days When we dressed up and asked, "Trick or Treat?" Do you remember that text that you sent The one that was just so important You walked out of sight as I sang in your eyes It might have meant nothing to you But I have not forgotten Please understand I want the best for both of us But I'm heavy passion while you are one night lust (x2) Congratulations sent as disrespect I hope you learn the words to this song I hope it's drilled into your brain So you can learn from your mistakes And carry on, carry on (Please understand I want the best for both of us)
2.
Sorry, Bruh 02:00
Woah, you care I can tell by the clouds in your stare The same I wear all the time Matching with the weight on our spines Remind me why I never chased you "Oh that boy surely he will never do" You're wasting too much time On shit I don't even buy So bye Yet I listen to your problems I love to hear ya bitch We could find better places to hang than New Brunswick Oh, I'm better than your boyfriend I could be better than this But I'm disheveled, too stoned, distastefully honest I'm better than your boyfriend I'm better than your boyfriend You should leave your boyfriend I could make that happen You should leave your boyfriend
3.
I'm feeling so awkward and out of place In this room, an unfamiliar space And the painted walls are telling me Remember to speak respectfully My apologies for approaching that way Assuming you'd show human courtesy Mine is a young mind filled with hopes and dreams How naive to hold on to cathartic beliefs So I will mind my tongue Swallow it hole until the night is done Why would I waste my breath on someone Who couldn't give me the time of day I'd like to send special congratulations your way For mastering the art of apathy I love it when I walk into a conversation And realize I am the only one Who does not belong And is not welcome But I have to thank you It's humbling to know I'm not loved by everyone I'd try to thank you Though you would not reciprocate Spit me out so I can Lie on this carpeted floor My bed is so close But the sheets can get lonely I'm not half the person I plan to become And comfort seems too close to failure I'm not half the person I plan to become And I'll never stop holding my arms up for better So I will mind my tongue Swallow it hole until the night is done Why would I waste my breath on someone Who couldn't give me the time of day
4.
M. Connolly 04:41
When I dance in your head is it soft shoe? Do I bother you? You got those problems You said I'm one of the few Remember the time You said, You're fine"? I'm calling out that line If you'll be the charlatan I'll be your sycophant Won't ya teach me how to move With the elegance of soft shoe? Won't ya teach me how to move With the elegance of soft shoe? mmhhhmhhmmm Nailed chipped Crushing cannabis So stoked you're back From that trip Goddamn that red lipstick And synchronicity of our hips Won't ya teach me how to move With the elegance of soft shoe? Won't ya teach me how to move With the elegance ... Oh shit Won't ya teach me how to move With the elegance of soft shoe? Won't ya teach me, Oh, won't ya teach me Won't ya teach me how to move?
5.
You're violent in your sleep and it terrifies me But I'll lay here and take the beating I'll stay here with you Never tell you why I'm bruised in the morning I've gotten fucking weak again Confide in my best friend's girlfriend It's faux shame, dude You think I'd learn shit at 22? At least we got that stupid warning But I don't think shit ever applies to me It's my fault But wounds taste way better with salt You're the reason why My bed is less desirable Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed I'll write in blood until the morning You're violent in your sleep You're violent in your sleep Render me shitty Tired, stupid, lonely There's always some new There's always a new There'y always some new only So render me shitty Tired, stupid, lonely There's always some new There's always a new There's always some new only You're the reason why My bed is less desirable Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed I'll write in blood until the morning You're the reason why My bed is less desirable Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed I'll write in blood until the morning You're violent in your sleep You're violent in your sleep This hurts more than we planned This hurts more than we planned (Love is an impulse, drives us to someone special) This hurts more than we planned (Love is an impulse drives us to someone special) You're the reason why My bed is less desirable Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed I'll write in blood until the morning You're violent in your sleep You're violent in your sleep This hurts more than we planned
6.
I've known you since I was a kid Loved you ever since then You taught me rhyme schemes and hope to cope with everything But I still feel sick I've seen you in all of your forms I've seen you quietly performed I've seen you shout and screamed and hollered by true heroes and cowards, souls that we're truly torn I've known you since I was a kid Loved you ever since then You taught me rhyme schemes and hope to cope with everything But I still feel sick Without you I couldn't live Without me you'd be alright I'm sure you'd find another heart to ensnare As I exhale the air That would lay me down for the rest of time I remember what my uncle said he said, "Boy, don't you give up on this." He said, "That's some set of tools that you're working with You better use them while they're at their sharpest" Then he said, "Oh, no don't cha listen to me. I'm just old and tired dreaming 'bout dreams That left long ago on a cruise ship while I was stuck here 'Cuz life got in the way." Why does life always get in the way? Why does it seem like we're moving slowly Sometimes it takes precision Sometimes it takes real tact Sometimes it takes something I just don't have Sometimes it takes something I just don't have

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Audio Recorded at Barber Shop Studios

Studio Line Up:
Nick Rapon - Vocals/Guitar
Seth Blissenbach - Vocals/Guitar
Andrew "Crispy" (Last Name Omitted) - Bass
Alex Manoski - Drums/Percussion

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released October 31, 2015

Produced by Brett Romnes

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