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1. |
Hey, Mr. Wind-Up Bird
02:30
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late night abandon
with lamps out demanding
I fell down the stairs and
went out that door
when
I felt my dilation,
the bomb of perception
assemble the structure
they paid me to kiss,
do the same and enlist
built these walls out your bad thoughts
I'm in it, I'm
in there with prosaic emptiness
of the lived-in mementos
of authentic day yet I
don't want your dregs
still remain, so
[You've had enough]
Don't wake me up
[You've had it all]
No waiting up
[Half underground]
Just fading out
[Here in the well]
No thinking now
fought lost the cause not at all worth the cost
pacifism palate after-patterned in frost
plastic at the root of its cause in how he bought her
but here in the mirror
infection's ferocious
complicit subsistence
business is collision
trumped up in religion
delusion is delicious
half the sand that's sifted is relevant to revision
mining in the meadow, murder from the get-go
rent is all the debt, though, milk it for its marrow then just
toss it down the ghetto, growing the global gitmo
confidently murmuring further into Sonora,
midnight the Modelo that painted the mural for ya
heard it off the corporation under the clouds
in buying every round the ground may run up on ya
I'll be rolling like Diogenes Inigo Montoya
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2. |
Break the Illness
02:53
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In and out of focus
in the game
You're gonna have to pay the price
to keep it nice, despite your rights, guy,
whateveryoursayin,
Telling how they told us
It's a gap and a half
Most folks never notice
No gasp in the grasp
In and out of focus
in the game
We're gonna write the height
and fight the night and block the pipe
to light the light
knowwhatI'msayin
You gotta back the check to track
the facts between relaxed attacks
You gotta know the road
to go alone and friend a foe or
roll to smoke your own
knowwhatI'msayin
We got a hold on it
We're gonna shut it down
liberty or
tyranny, civility should never be
a lottery, should never be a pharmacy
should never be solidity in policy
We got a ho-old on it
We're gonna shut it down
the irony to generate in everything an element of enmity
that enemy mentality that elevate the penalty and
celebrate celebrity to elevate the famous to
replace a hundred faces relegated, ever-patient
to the homicidal hatred lined by racial states adjacent within overlapping nations of ethnicity/vicinity
scrutiny is new to me,
but viewed it so I guess I see and still believe,
and still perceive
the mental leash
the bell curve isn't
quick-release
but I'm half-free,
so I lend me some reality
offer some stability
and burn some positivity
We got a ho-old on it
We're gonna shut it down
Turn that pattern
pound for pound
We got a ho-old on it
We're gonna shut it down
burn that pattern
pound for pound
(youhearwhatI'msayin)
In and out of focus
in the game
It's a gasp and a laugh what the gap in the grasp
Lack of the pathos, wrath and a half
Healing how they hold us
see an err in the math
Feeling out of focus
fault lines in the past
In and out of focus
in the game
We're gonna light the light
that don't ignite the fight unlocks
the sight to break the night
so if you're buying what I'm selling
forget the price, take what you found
so if you pick up what I'm puttin down
just raise the sound
(ya know what I'm sayin)
just break the illness
break the illness
[we're gonna break the illness!]
break the illness
[we're gonna break the illness!]
(It's just justice!)
just [break the illness!]
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3. |
I WANT TO EXIST.
03:48
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Careful in the mornin' boy
if they can't take your head
they'll take your home
Careful in the mornin' boy
if they can't take your dead
they'll take you dead
Careful in the mornin' boy
don't matter who you read
they'll break your bones
Careful in the mornin' boy
if you don't take those meds
they'll break your head
Careful in the mornin' boy
if you don't run that red
they'll make you dead
(OH MY GAWWWD)
(OH MY GOD!)
I-I-I-I can't fake my part
like I know much better
than anybody else
I-I-I-I just wanna save some
semblance of any
memory that will help
Careful in the mornin' boy
I won't see you again
it hurts my head
Careful in the mornin' boy
one of my closest friends
and now you're dead
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4. |
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(You never really know
when it's been so long
never really know
it's all a grind, right
letting things go till tomorrow
You never really know)
Try to maintain, but this layman's brain is a pain still I'm claimin a basic trainin
stew in the membrane slain to the mane while the fuse to refusal remain entertainment
and the furious blast ego from the past that never happened backs stacked in the class war
flash flood backwood blood cash front of the cortex, ya better cop that gortex,
'cause the greed be reignin, and the slander stainin, but I felt my shelter
and I hope I melt her, better watch now how you wield that English
it's a lethal language, weave it wild naked, but I hold it sacred,
and I crush my hatred any time I can not to feed that anguish,
try to gain face in the place of a name
better faith at the pace of the colors draining
unexplained pains so it's strange saving strength
for a task no one asked so I paint and I paint and I
paint 'til I can't see the end of the tank
the water's so tainted I sank into blank
till it fade out the frame of it cashless
wallets lawless oh such a shame what the fascists
cream on a dream had
capital culture the week grad
manufacture a street fad
wage slaves fashion the feed bag
slash budget back to the cro-mag
blasphemy crash in the speech tag
still no cash back on the epitaph
hashtag yo God where the weed at?
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5. |
That Sorta Life
04:32
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Reaching through another day
Turn the figure eight
And hallucinate
Try and find another way
to anticipate
but you're always late
And I guess when you see it, I guess that you know it
I must be blind
Another sort of life than mine, that's
what I oughta find
That sort of life
Outta this time
That sort of life
not easy to find
Made it through another day
Now I medicate
let it resonate
Light another and participate
we defibrillate
gonna celebrate
And I guess when you know it, I guess that you seen it
I must be blind
I'm on the north side of nowhere to find
That sort of life
out of the sky
That sort of life
I could lead it, even after 5
That sort of life
and the hello
forgotten in the bye
That sort of life
through the nightly shower of your mind
Like a flash in the pan last summer I waved to you
I lucked out in the worst way ever and lay with you
acted out of passion last summer and waited for you
Left with lots of words now I'll never say to you
Never find another way
(That sort of life)
Never find another way
(That sort of life)
Never find another way
(That sort of life)
Never find another way
(That sort of life)
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6. |
Beyond the Fold
02:28
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you better get
up, look up, upon the fair weather
hold up, stand up, get your affairs together
though the bread maker's broken at the prayer center
and every thread you've written's ripped into its last letter
I'll be your bone setter tethered at the lost never
I can Plato all the play dough though I knew better
cause these feels don't fit the structure like a third gender, but
hold up, measure up and bust a hole, you can see beyond the fold
work a service that's entirely superfluous,
give it up for
happiness,
omens in the opulence
corpulent socio-dialysis
tell me what the problem is,
tell me who Messiah was—
heard he was an activist
pacifist, a catalyst to avalanche
abolishing the poverty of property and revenue attached to it,
seeking to empower every addict of the battle stress
empathy is healthy see it's party to humanity
preaching what I practice is,
nasty as the laugh I hit
spit in living color vision risen
as the Lazarus
so call me blasphemous,
Lucifer, Hesiod, John Snow—
Rust Cohle, newest to the pantheon
waterlogged, choking in a smog full of memories
why's it such a struggle seeing six feet in front me
guess it's just the atmosphere of massacre
era of the demagogue, year of the vermin
patriarchs a
narcissist, classic as the classified murder obscured under
a cult of classist violence like
ALL COPS
misogyny and murder are the matter,
like all COPS
I gotta a lotta friends that you all like to stomp on,
set to take the fall another you get the drop on
handle every matter with one hand on the handgun
camped out on the corner smoking seized marijuana
copped out under lock down 'til all this is stamped out
sick of the dealt death, sick of the sick to death,
and all that you stand for I'm sick how I stand by
it's natural as the dirt I am, earth I am, never to own
still with little to show, I'm internationally known
with a dome that's perpetually grown,
workin services entirely superfluous,
happiness,
lobotomy Anonymous
Bosch, Hieronymus
Boss, I thought of it
tell you what the problem is
you do us more harm than the lot of it
but my friend,
you better get
up, look up, upon the fair weather
hold up, stand up, get your affairs together
though the bread maker's broken at the prayer center
and every thread you've written's ripped into its last letter
I'll be your bone setter tethered at the lost never
I can Plato all the play dough though you knew better
cause these feels don't fit the structure like a third gender, but
if you ever play the volume to its last measure, it was a
rare pleasure, and at your fair leisure, you can break it down,
and listen up the better to that soul nectar, life's treasure
life will get better, and through a tear you can get beyond the fold
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7. |
I Just Kept Running
02:50
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oh and soul, I know I never answered, won't you
lay me out on my loan, hooked out on a sailing bird.
I turned pages, pages and pages, only
turned in bed into stone
and I don't have nothing contagious
and I know I'm ready to sell, no more
snow out landing daily
so many handlers down at the bureau
getting so I'm ranting daily,
getting so I know I'm ready to go, lady.
because I turn and I know her.
since I don't know her.
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_& I got nothing left to give
_if I got nothing for these solitary kids
sometimes when I was younger, used to wish that I could
elevate or desolate my thoughts streamin', now I'm old enough
to feel the pressure 'tween the centuries envelop me, I thank god
I pass through these times with my third eye open, wish I had a couple more
or I could pop a can that ever really close a few
for forty winks against the reigning avarice so hazardous
label living fathomless
what you doing after this?
oh these nights so cavernous
sometimes when I get underneath the tide
I try to ride it to the best of my ability to kill the world a little, but I
recognize that hatred not source of every trouble
but result, to pick the fault, adding insult to injury,
the jury's still out, so pump the verdict in the nervous system
so pump the verdict in the nervous system
pump the verdict in the nervous system
labor is detention, love is not convention
struggle say depression is the mother of invention
once upon a time I thought intention was the only thing I ever had to mention
and I lived it by extension, then I thought
the only thing that mattered was the ends, I mean
and how far you descend to get there just depends
and when I came back up I got the bends,
broke a mirror with my second hands
and then I thought I would transcend
put a dollar in and hit the vend
take too many and I never lend
trail I bled is how I led
now I see I'm only on the mend
suffering is said, it's all up in your head
send a tremble shudder
treble speed to
stutter step
the guillotine before they
wanna bastardize the honey bee
_& I got nothing left to give
_if I got nothing for these solitary kids
walking down the alabaster alleyway, paved in dirty flagstones
sinking but the city places higher value on their historicity
than literacy, I don't have a patience level high enough to tolerate
the regency and
if you told me time was limited, I wasn't listening, too busy
making other people's sandwiches, giving in a little
every day to heartlessness,
I'll part with this as soon as I get smart with this,
but I know farther its
so nebulous, defibrilate my sense of my identity
find out that all that dignity's a function of humility,
cash out check reality to center my integrity—
and if at this point you're still with me, see
the instrument of the position lies within you
even when they
wanna skin you
the instrument of the position lies within you
the instrument of the position lies within you
You determine which way you face, which way you face when the sun is rising.
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House of the Exploding Star
This house is built
to stand no more
holes so wide
you see right through the floor
as I'm walkin out the door
you tell me something
you once heard
"Every day's the same
and that's the word," oh word.
That's why you're flippin me the bird
You think I'm happy
in your life
Just you're bored, and I'm a
fraid to die, oh my
Well, darlin' that's a lie
Knew it from the start
no sense to try
Just you're bored, and I'm a—
friendly guy, oh my, but
you don't wanna find out why
Don't mean to make it
sound so bad
But as was written
"Sometimes I feel so sad"
But god, sometimes you send me mad
When there's nothing left to live in
And when there's nothing left to lift
I will save this sinking ship
This house is built
to stand no more
holes so wide
you see right through the floor
as I'm walkin out the door
And I'm walkin out the door
And I'm walkin out the door
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10. |
Get Lucid
01:38
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I wanna be a path to the hearth at the crossfade
found another half to the heart at the crossroads
got another chance in the basement with Borges
got another light bolt loaded in the crossbow
got a lotta tears for the fears of the weird though
got a lotta reasons to leave but I can't go
wait I mean I don't go, wait I mean whoa
gotta fight another boss here battle for the god mode
settle in the lost mold, wait I mean that last mold
growing in the citrus, I bit this and spit this it's garbage
shift this at least it's a harbinger wandering, wonder if
anyone's home I get up to
come down I
come on but sometimes come off too strong, like where you been
I been too long, hope is the dope that corrupt this,
finger pointer plasters the campaign up, thick mischief
haunts long after its gone
travelin the reaches of deep space dawn
crater into place just the catch that jawn
keep about the path just to switch us along
pay another year just to make that toll
and write another half just to fill that hole
donut in the sky like ring of the bowl
hold another hit of heaven stay woke to the soul
toss a second pair of dice just to bring that home
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