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Never Happy

by Space Corolla

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1.
Copamarina 02:59
Bread's already baked but I'll bet we'll toast again. Dancing on tight rope tracing it past the demands way past all the signs Lights under the door Lava's on the floor I dare you to take more. Or swim right back to shore That's just what we're here for Thought we'd take it up a notch playing broken records and unfettering the mind But then it came in loops Sums of faded echos Oscillate the chatter Infinite voices Dissipate through the cracks. Feels like I'm far away but I'm here. Take me back. Doctor, the void keeps getting stronger. A sleep I cannot wake from... Wonderland comes with its own brand of side effects. They storm and light up my cold dead hands. The wise have soulless eyes. Doctor, the void keeps getting stronger... A clusterfuck of colors... A calm synthetic slumber... A sleep I cannot wake from... Thought we'd take it up a notch playing broken records and unfettering the mind and then it came in loops Sums of faded echos Oscillate the chatter Infinite voices! Bread's already baked but I'll bet we'll toast again Dancing on tight rope tracing it, past the demands way past all the signs That's just what we're here for!
2.
They say that punk rock died My generation killed it Metalcore is shit according to elitists Originality, we bleed that fucker dry Stop beating the dead horse with a four chord structured lie I know you think that I'm a callous murderer a genre homicidal cannibal "Your favorite singer? Well, I've never heard of her" Keep your opinions to your fucking self Modern day critics can be anyone with a phone. (You tasteless ass!) Shut your hipster trap, choke on your scarf and leave it alone. (Leave it alone) Oh, look! What a miracle! Everyone, gather around! It's David Bowie whacking post-modernism with a crowbar! It's gonna be quite a show.
3.
Safety Net 03:01
Mr. Velez, I need to speak to your only daughter, right now. This shouldn't take long. She needs to listen 'cause these are words I just can't swallow like pride. Yeah, I should know. Kiss me like your guilty pleasure. A dirty secret on your patio Every night we would hide there That sacred ground where time stood still Mrs. Velez, your kindness will be missed and passed on, I swear, like summer air. Patience was my strongest virtue but I've waited long enough. And this summer must end. Kiss me like your guilty pleasure. A dirty secret on your patio. Every night we would hide there That sacred ground where time stood still Don't say you're my safety net. It cheapens my sentiments. We had a shot at happiness. Just don't say you're my safety net. Feed me lies, release the pressure. Our focus turns to distant radio. Kill the lights and find the treasure. A subtle hit that mutes the audio Every night we would hide there That sacred ground where time stood still
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5.
I gazed through rose-colored edged glass Never aware of all the warning red flags Balanced my dose, two pills at most. Working my shifts on dialysis, living life like re-runs. Self-medication's a skill I've learned to love. Give it a shot, you'll love it 'cause when you're inmortal The night's for the young! I'll let the cigarette burn itself to sleep. My room's not a mess but it reeks of social death. Come be my guest, smoke up my chest You've got no experience. Before I burn out and crash, Before I'm dead, Before the soberness rears it's ugly head Weary one The day is done You've earned the right to rest Honey, won't you mind your meds? The plate's been cleared. Let's go to bed. I'm ready to go again, there's no need to explain Pick the weird ones, dig the slow fall Grunting, you're a lightning storm. Defending your story hiding behind tones. It's clear that youth is but a waste when you're just lying on your death bed. Your best friends are all dead. Self medication's a skill I'm running from I've had enough, I need to stop, I'm not inmortal. The night's for the dumb. I'll let the cigarette burn my hand instead. My feet are awake but my head's not in the game. I'm falling deep, tried to sleep, can't go to sleep and I'm staying behind. Before I burn out and crash, Before I'm dead, Before the soberness rears it's ugly head again. (I am Satan, lord of darkness) (Nonsense) Battle stats molded to perfection! Pick the weird ones, dig the slow fall grunting, you're a lightning storm. Unfolding yet again with a smaller backpack for your former back, and stuffed inside is all that was.
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Let's go to your patio, Away from your father's ears Talk about your new pain, and how you'd rather be with other men That you haven't even met But I guess that's just the way you are Stranger danger ain't no danger when you're learning from your scars Mine will slowly heal so don't forget to feel how anxiety clings when you're living off the guilt trip love game Shouting louder than I should Scaring off your good intent Calm me down with mix drinks Just to reset back to harshly vent You're getting tired of my shit But I guess that's just the way I am Always craving confrontation Never starving for amends I've always liked to be alone Another lie, I should have known But I'm learning how to go to the movies on my own

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released March 10, 2018

Recorded at Diffusionix Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Orlando Ferrer
Cover by Sofía Ramirez de Arellano

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Space Corolla San Juan, Puerto Rico

We're a three-piece band from Puerto Rico suffering from severe ADHD.

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