My name is Adam
And I am adamant
About how my bros stabbed me in the back.
But maybe some day I will leave this place,
and go home where I belong.
Here's a song for all the broken people
my half brothers thought were disposable.
They're killers and liars and hypocrites,
They're just as bad as Lucy and Michael, so
Raise your glass to these two screwing you over,
and making your life an ephemeral mess.
They destroy with a sense of saccharin alacrity
They fight for free will but then tell you what's best,
My name is Adam
And I am adamant
About how my bros stabbed me in the back.
But maybe some day I will leave this place,
and go home where I belong.
Let me beat you with this broken and banal ballad.
It wars and it wallows in my weakening chest,
After centuries of incessant sanctimonious struggle,
I'll one day rise up and throw them in the grave that they dug,
I am Adam
And I am adamant
About how my bros stabbed me in the back.
But maybe some day I will leave this place,
and go home where I belong.
A is for always forgotten
D is damned eternally
A alleviate my pain and
M is maybe I'll be free and
And that spells Adam,
who's adamant
to get back where he belongs.
Baseball never meant so much to me
Until my twelfth birthday and now
I was so used to my family
Just me and my momma and how
The times have stayed the same
I'd like to put my blame in you,
Have you no goddamn shame in you
For damning me to this You-Forsaken-Hell
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