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Stimming in the ADA Seats

by Pure Mothman

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sinclair THE TENT STAKE........... Judges is really something else huh Favorite track: Temple.
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1.
We could tie our strings together If it helps to make it through the night We could try to run away forever But we should do what we know is right You can shake me around like a basket Make it sound like a difficult task Or you can take me down to the dry lands All safe and sound and silent Camouflage jacket on a hook on the wall Wet moth in the bathroom stall Carried outside on a flashcard of jellyfish facts There are songs if we wanna sing a little Got a table full of fresh picked fruit But the pear's got blight in the middle You know a parasite's gotta eat too We can handle all our own decisions We can live with the things we do But when I get a polaroid of the vision It's gonna snap me right in two Costume jewelry in the top drawer Paintings I left taped to the door Bookshelf in the corner with a binder full of jellyfish facts I hear the days are gonna get longer I gotta hope that's true Darker shadows mean the light's getting stronger I think I'm getting stronger too I'm' gonna get stronger too Setting up your sails but the wind's too slow Ideas too big for your TV show But you gotta put the money where your mouth won't go And God's not a fan of gambling. You can dedicate yourself to the kingdom You can put a lot of weight on a dream 'Till you're sitting all alone in a courtroom Taking one for the team Chapel on the hill where the light shines far Looks like a turtle but it's gotta be a star Burning down the theatre in the name of your jellyfish facts
2.
Everywhere Goldilocks looks She sees the face of a dragon And three little bears are out accumulating sunburns Deep under their fur They're piling on into a Studebaker And hitting the road For a Holiday Inn three states away Where none of them really wanna go And there's no reason any of this should be about me And there's no reason I am in your pill cabinet Traveling down a dark fantastic Alive alert enthusiastic Seven Tylenol a night Well Baby Bear tells Papa Bear: "In the name of the LORD, I'll strike you down!" And Papa Bear tells Mama Bear: "Things have been just fine since you moved out" And Mama Bear tells Baby Bear: "You are so hard to like sometimes" And out in the backyard Goldilocks Rips out a chicken's throat with her teeth And there's no reason any of this should be about me And there's no reason I am cooking you breakfast Maybe I'm too understanding Maybe I am too demanding But maybe I'm just right
3.
I don't wanna monopolize your violence Don't wanna be your cloth mother I want peace and love on this planet And pain and death on the others (Pain and death on the others) The pressure in my eye socket The debris in my shoes I'm gonna take 'em all down to the old refractory I got nothing better to lose (I got nothing better to lose) And just before you crawled out the window You tied me to the bed with your rope of sand And then the slime monster crawled into the puppet And it walked just like a man (It walked just like a man) In a kingdom of embarrassments Where the grass grows yellow in the shade Our king was in his counting house counting out his money And the queen was out screwing the maid (Our queen was out screwing the maid) And the local body snatcher Left me a three star review It said "The infrastructure problems are beyond untenable, But you just can't beat that view." (God damn what a view!) And I said to her I'd like a cheeseburger And son of a bitch I'll have a milkshake as well Cuz I could've cut it in the oubliette If I could stand the smell (I just couldn't take the smell) Walk like a slug Caught in the sun Hung out to dry Who can I tell? I wanna thank you I need to thank you For luring me out of my snail shell (You're luring me out of my snail shell) And I misread a message from my evil twin that said: "Conflict avoidance is my patron saint" But then the vampire broke into the Michael's Just to feast on crimson paint (To feast on crimson paint)
4.
Temple 02:05
And what a gift! The slowness of the day As our decadence grows ever detrimental If God would but grant me the power of speech I'll turn idle words into your temple At the cost of my filters I'll lay its foundations At the cost of my selflessness I'll set up its gates For the one true architect hurries not Her vision It wanders and scatters and percolates And on our seventh lap around the parking lot The winds of Jupiter will coalesce Like a tent stake driven through my temple Don't drink that coffee boys you'd never guess And it builds so slow and without movement You claw your way out of the pit you wake up in the garden again I'll swear by every fluid ounce of courage in my mouth I will learn to be your friend
5.
In the secret caverns underneath West Covena Half desperate for peace With the surface dwellers But coming to no conclusions And now we emerge Skies grey and misty The grey king and his new Pontiac Some of us sworn to the effort Trying to get our shapes back Teeth filed down to fine points The framework's too tight We strain at the joints And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore Load into the Grand Am You doomed sailors Borne high at the waves Wild with wonder Leather and lace And good friends Most of them good Most of them friendly The Grey King at the rail Sparks flying There's two of us in the car with him Scared of dying All eyes on That front seat Assuming his form Reborn in the heat And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that kind of hardcore
6.
It's different now I think I wasn't older yet I wasn't wise I guess Somewhere I lost whatever else I had I wasn't over you I see it run inside itself And then I called you out I'm not such older than I was Seeing it so much right and wrong And then I woke myself, confused Your dress comes down to you Don't get it wrong Don't get excited I wanted so much to be at rest And now that I'm older So be it so of love The silent man comes down All dressed in radiant colours You see it for yourself To demonstrate my love for you You, I thought I was so in love Some say it wasn't true Now that I'm older There's so much travel yet And now that I'm older Someone else can see it for myself

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Some songs I started long ago and are ready for the light of day.

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released July 7, 2023

All tracks arranged and feature vocals by Jan Davis.

Tracks 1-4 feature lyrics written by Jan Davis.

Track 5, The Grey King and the Silver Flame Attunement, was written by John Darnielle released by the Mountain Goats in 2017 under Merge Records.

Track 6, Now That I'm Older, was written by Sufjan Stevens released in 2010 under Asthmatic Kitty Records.

Special thanks to Nat Puff, Numbers Power, Veni Visceral, Jan Champion and the rest of Curtain Collective, Floral Tattoo, and YOU!

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