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Ratboy

by Dan Ball

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1.
I hope I don't fall into one of them vortices of hatred and catch that old war disease In a nation made spicy by the Portuguese Flyin, flyin the F-16s they got the expertise Nobody thinkin about the refugees Well I suppose it could be worse One could be Congolese or from Vietnam in the 70s the two Koreas these twins are kinda Siamese equally brainwashed by two opposite philosophies It makes me think about the 'bare necessities' and what percentage of these are in (parentheses)? Remember Alexander the Great Led his war-band straight to philosopher dog Dog: Diogenes. He said, “need anything?” Diogenes said, “just one: could you stand out of my sun?” My mother once told me: “People are simple son, we want none of the shit stuff and all of the fun” And everything you think is secret about your desire is burning in everyone else like a fuckin fire stuck in a quagmire “The world is a vampire!” Seriously sittin in the office today Just bleary-eyedly idling time away Those wartime sirens they start to play North Koreans blowin South Koreans away Little schoolgirls askin 'are we gonna die today?' This shit is gay in a way gay people are not! Hey! In this confusion of economies and more illusions like war I offer you this music, use it (x2) So think about the 'bare necessities' and what percentage of these are in (parentheses)? You bein tight with your empathies? As well you might, but there is no telepathy in this night so if you if you if you if you have concern then you better bring it to the light Cos honesty's the antifreeze against the ice of antipathies in the engine we use to drive from chalk to cheese! If you wanna go from 'No, thanks' to 'Yes, Please' Whether it's about the birds and the bees (entwining your double-helices) or going solo (homo ulysses) we all gotta learn our ABCs we all one day gonna be OAPs you can't stay at home and go overseas you can't stand at both antipodes and you can't get away from basic truths like these the leaves are falling off the trees
2.
Lift You 02:08
Get to the cause. You can't change that. But you can make it matter less. You know damn well what to do, don't need me to tell you to.(x2) What to want to grow up to be? I lift you and this love is free.(x2) Get to the cause. You can't change that. But you can make it matter less. You know damn well what to do, don't need me to tell you to.(x2) What do you want to grow up to me? I live you and this love is free. (x2)
3.
(Chorus) Gone to the dark side baby, Gone to the dark side baby, You've got them payin' through the nose for what you used to do for free, You've gone to the dark side baby. All the space you used to have for love and trust now occupied by the face of lust You only eat white bread and you leave the crust You're looking at the homeless only with disgust You're selling shares though the bank's already bust You don't do what you want to only what you must I could be forgiven for thinkin you've just Gone to the dark side... (Chorus) You don't recycle now you're too lazy You label mentally ill people crazy You used to be Al Pacino now you're Kevin Spacey in Glengarry Glenross Your soul is up me hole pickin' daisies (Chorus) Internet browsing privately to see what sleaze you might see "Fuck those green tree huggin hippies, I want my SUV!" You like pop idol shows If you see a big nose you think "plastic surgery" You look at dictatorships and say those people don't deserve democracy It's plain to see you've Gone to the dark side (Chorus) You don't help blind people across the road You leave your milk out of the fridge until it explode Talk about people while they're around in a secret code Purposely forget about that money that you owed Rant all the time during elections and never, ever vote unfortunately you seem to need a cautionary note (Chorus) You want to be invited for everything and show up to squat You want to be liked for everything you are not Don't care who girls are inside as long as they're hot You see money and sex in every Rorschach ink blot You think its all OK once you don't get caught Don't you think we can see through your fiendish plot? (Chorus)
4.
Problems 02:51
You are too pretty for me baby I look at you so long that I can't see You are too pretty for me baby It's only when you're gone I feel free Craving, craving it steals all your grace what you feel for her face When you're young you don't know what's at stake (X2) I am the kind of guy People say "Yes, he's nice... but he's got a lot of problems."
5.
Low 04:19
Like being born into a body where blood pumps backward, Cold as a corpse my soul is captured Can't forget the memories tangled Busted up, bones at the wrong angles The darkness stuffing my mouth shut anxious agony gripping my gut magnifies the gaze that keeps me down confined in a maze in a leaden gown married to the misery, my weeping wife circling the nursery sad, sore, solitary all day long everyone is dark, everything is wrong shame for the past, guilt for the future sadness stuck like a surgical suture in the mirror I see a creature of dirt heart so tired it burns to flirt brewing savage violence, nothing doing but damaged silence quiet as a monk but without the peace my face is junk, my smile's deceased.
6.
Chancer 06:17
I've only ever been a chancer I've only ever been a chancer I've only ever been a chancer I've only ever taken my roll of the dice Do you think I'm a bit of a fool? Get up and record my album before I go to school You were one of the many who I lent my toys to. Should I still be angry at you, because you broke them, even though you had your own? but all you can do is play with what's around you (you dropped your dart in my football and when we were older) all you can do is play with what's around you (it's too much to recall.) There's nothing else here There's nothing else here There's nothing else here There's nothing else here Your broken teeth come to me in a dream Mumble to a shuffle to a shout Standin on the sidelines Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer! (You've got your big house) Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer! Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer! I'm alone out here though I've got company no you you couldn't come with me you once said i would be the only one to get out and without a doubt I've only ever been a chancer on the sidelines Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer! I've only ever been a chancer Gerrup ya boyya, Go on ya dancer! I've only ever been a chancer You've only ever been a chancer admit it, drunk dancer You've only ever been a chancer admit it, drunk dancer admit it, drunk dancer
7.
Lovers. Romeo. Juliet. Dressed in red and black and white. Some point in their lives. The wind and the clouds. So much happens. It's unrecordable. But it does happen. I remember a physicist told me about hard drives the size of buildings, recording data from physics experiments and deleting it the next instant. Repeating the process until they find a signature pattern for the reaction they're looking for and then freeze it, stop everything and hold on to all the data for that one particular moment. The whistling of the pipes sounds like the bugle boy for an army of ghouls and ghosts. I need a bigger space. I need a city with an edge, with something different outside it. You can walk from the exterior to the interior. But nobody moves like that anymore. Nobody moves like her. She was fatalistic. She read virginia woolf a lot. Her thoughts, to her, were little echoes in the box of her skull before it would all go black for her eternity. And yet it wouldn't even. For she would not be there to experience a blackness. What of the thoughts of the aboriginal peoples. Of the neanderthals. Of wooly mammoths. We will never have their thoughts. People always want to limit the amount of 'personality' in the universe. They will act like it's odd for an animal to have a personality, meaning a uniqueness, but all animals have personality, meaning personhood, being an experiencer.
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He was a dirty little rat and he liked to lie on the ground one day a big SUV came and ran that li'l innocent rat all down He was an innocent rat and more than that it's a pity that his leg got squished he's just waiting for his turn to evolve into the next world dominating species Ratboy's little lungs expanding and contracting on the concrete his state incomplete crippled counting just three feet. Consciousness now flitting, fleeting. Heartbeat still beating and the little hiss of breath balooning the bellows of his tiny ribcage. You know, he wasn't always this age. Ratboy was young. Ratboy was strong. He was digging round in the bins, wondering what the hell was going on. "Some carrots taste like blood, some broccoli tastes like brain. Am I going insane or is this human up to something?" Ratboy snook into the house. He was curious. He wanted to know what was going on. Ratboy. Ratboy was not afraid. When he went into the kitchen Chef was making an incision in a pretty little maid with a carrot he had made into a blade.
9.
Ratboy was freakin out. “What the fuck is happening in there? He's killing people with vegetables. I've got to stop him somehow. I still have that condom full of drugs that I found in that corpse's anus. If i drug him. I can lure him out into the desert. Maybe the master animal spirits can do something to stop all this." ... Ratboy runs a risk coming in through the vents draggin a latex sack full of unused bliss knowin the chemicals in this will diffuse a mist into the consciousness of this misguided guest sufficient to send him on a quest out of vegas into the desert sands where this beast can either dry up and die or find out why he should become a man again ... Ratboy didn't expect it to be easy but jesus he's really swingin that cleaver around and he's got a dog! Between chops Ratboy cops that even though Chef pops people non-stop he still manically loves sanitary gloves He doesn't fear the dog too much to mount her jump up off her back up onto the counter where he finds the gloves in a box he spikes those hand-socks then knocks over a pot that keeps Chef bamboozled while he scrambles through like the floor was hot goo. Now the trap is set the track is cued this evil dude is really screwed just as soon as he prepares some food...
10.
Desert dog on the blue mountain that dips like a woman Sniffing around in the trash What is the meaning of my life? In the blue old mountain that bends like a woman.
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I've been out here so long. All the water's gone. This started out as an adventure. This started out as fun. Now something tells me it's a trap. Who's this guy? A little dung beetle crawls over my head. He expands to giant size. He's my only friend a poop-carrying insect in the sand. Is he really on my head? Or is this a mirage like you see in the movies? Out here in the desert heat I can't trust my mind. You know it reminds me I once had a loving relationship with the other me the part that can see what's touching all my senses. We weren't always enemies, me and this mind of mine. What came between me and my self? I'm not sure if there's any cure. I don't know if I was ever pure.
12.
Our story begins with a dog sniffing bins and a rat at the side of the road I stop when I see his little ribcage expanding and contracting He's still breathing Left back leg all twisted back Poor little dude is going nowhere I remember a time when I was a kid The cats brought in a half dead mouse I felt so sorry for what they did But I knew it must go out of the house I could see it suffering air still twitching in through its nose the tiny paws like hands in a pose of submission and rest as I laid it out on the back door step the wet concrete it was raining quite heavy wet and damp I covered him with a bucket or an old plastic paint tub to keep the rain off and went back inside but I kept thinking of him I don't know when he actually died or how but I remember now how I couldn't get over it and couldn't stop crying that night so that my mother came in comforting me and trying to find out what's wrong when I told her it was about the mouse she said I shouldn't worry about things like that and I should never stay crying alone maybe it was because he was so similar to our hamster it's like the difference between flowers and weeds I just never got it as a child I still think it sucks I mean what if you are just born as someone else's vermin

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I tried to write a novel and make an album at the same time. It worked out as kind of a concept album.

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