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My Best Friend, the TV
03:52
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Wake and fill coffee cup then go back to bed, give up
The day’s already corrupt
Ash straight onto the floor
You can smoke, but don’t answer the door
You can stay if you let me sleep more
I don’t know what, I don’t know what, I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do with you
I’m closer with the screen than any human being
Beloved by my best friend, the TV
You’re free to feel your feelings
Morning, afternoon, and evening
Whether or not it’s appealing - I don’t know what, I don’t know what, I don’t know what to do
So, we make this couch a home
Go watch all our favorite shows
It’s the only way to cope
I don’t know what, I don’t know what, I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do with you
I’m closer with the screen than any human being
Beloved by my best friend, the TV
Turn it off, once a day
I won’t watch, I’m ok
Once a day, I turn it off
I’m ok, I won’t watch
Wake and fill coffee cup then,
Go back to bed give up
I’ve already given up
I don’t know what I don’t know what I don’t know what to do
So, I’ll sleep on the floor
If you smoke, try to ash out the door
If you stay, will you let me sleep more?
I don’t know what I don’t know what I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to do with you
My best friend, the TV is dang’rously comforting
Easy on and easy off, it beats going outside of the screen
The world’s not so comforting
Wake but then go back to bed with my best friend
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Clutter
03:16
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Clutter on every surface
Procrastinate so hard it hurts
Perseverate so hard it starts leaving marks on the floor, next to the door
There is clutter on every surface
But my mom taught me clutter on purpose
All order comes out of a mess, so when down and depressed:
Stop distressing
Pause and rest
Get certain for my own peace of mind
Clutter on every surface
Procrastinate so hard it hurts
Perseverate so hard it starts leaving marks on the floor
Next to the door
There are dishes all over the kitchen
But I’m much more consumed with the mess of my room
I will clean it up later, I’ll clean it up soon,
Or I’ll clean it up never & make it my tomb
Get certain for my own peace of mind
Unburden, take my time
Chaos is my color, but I can’t stand entropy
Chaos is my color, but I can’t stand entropy
Get certain for my own peace of mind
Unburden, take my time
Clutter on every surface
Procrastinate so hard it hurts
Perseverate harder, oh, always the martyr
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Marionette
03:21
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I know I’m young and too naïve to be a tease
no fear, no fun. no damage yet: no guarantees
not one to ask you
“please?”
The stage is set. I get to choose the way you stand
Lest you forget: I pull the strings sewn to your hand
Once man, now marionette
Oh, I have you dangling on a string
my little marionette
Oh, you won’t ever mean a thing
but I’m the one you won’t forget
my little marionette
hilarious once, now deleterious
never trust a trusted experience
hilarious once, now deleterious
never trust a trusted experience
hilarious once, now deleterious
never trust a trusted experience
hilarious once, now deleterious
never trust a trusted experience
I know I’m young
I’ve got my occupation made
In fear, in fun
Contorting puppets on a stage
Once man, now marionette
Oh, I have you dangling on a string
my little marionette
Oh, you won’t ever mean a thing
but I’m the one you won’t forget
Oh, I have you dangling on a string
my little marionette
Oh, you won’t ever mean a thing
but I’m the one you won’t forget
my little marionette – you’ll never forget
my little marionette
my little marionette
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Fear the Future
03:39
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On just an hour of sleep and running out of ways to secret-keep
Without feeling so speechless, terrified of showing weakness
I fear the future but fear the past more
Most of all fear getting what I ask for
Patience is a value, patience is a virtue
I fear the future, fear the past more,
Fear getting what I asked for
Burn bridges to set boundaries & cut ties with those un-grounding
Cut from the same cloth, I cut you off before you can cut me off
I fear the future but fear the past more
Most of all fear getting what I ask for
Patience is a value, patience is a virtue
I fear the future, fear the past more,
Fear getting what I asked for
And when I wake, damage undone, will I finally feel alive?
You stitch me up, damage undone, scalpel and thread to save my life
I fear I might survive you
Cut it off before it cuts you, cut it off before it flowers,
Cut it off before you have to hold the knife to hold the power
Fear the future and fear the present
Also fear anything vaguely unpleasant
I fear the product and fear the process
Most of all, fear seeing my life in losses
I fear the future and fear the past
Fear most the knowing that nothing will last
What if I survive for something worse to happen to me?
Fear the future, fear the past more
Fear getting what I ask for
Fear getting what I ask for
Fear getting what I ask
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Dearly
04:44
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Even my dog won’t stay
Much to my dismay
Everybody leaves, everybody grieves in their own way
Dearly departed,
You left me permanently
Broken hearted
Pardon me, more honestly,
Permanently hardened
I hear being with you, my dear, it gets lonely
Even my dog won’t stay
I’ll never keep a friend
Everybody knows, everybody goes to their own end
Dearly beloved,
You left me practic’lly
Nothin’ but skin to toughen
Wondrin’ if I’m enough
Then, turn on oven
Insert head
I fear being with you, my dear, it gets lonely
I hear you, there’s nothing to fear, but if only
You’d chosen me instead
If only you’d chosen me instead
Dearly platonic
You are too damn tied to logic
Not that I need you histrionic
Not that I need you, but I wanted
So to be with you, my dear, it gets lonely
I hear you, there’s nothing to fear, but if only
I hear being with you, my dear, it gets lonely
I fear there is nothing to fear, but if only
You’d chosen me instead
If only you’d chosen me instead
If only you’d chosen me, if only you’d chosen me
If only you’d chosen me instead
Even my dog won’t stay
Much to my dismay
Everybody leaves
Everybody grieves in their own way
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Step Pażernov Los Angeles, California
Step Pażernov (aka Stephanie Meyers)
is a perpetually verklempt piano-attacker, chamber pop chanteuse,
& composer.
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