Laundry EP

by King Karoshi

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $5 CAD  or more

     

1.
03:10
2.
03:43
3.
03:57
4.
5.

about

CD available here :
ATOM HEART
CHEAP THRILLS

Rémi Denis - Lead Guitar, Back-up Vocals
Patrick Dunphy - Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Alexy Guérer - Drums, Back-up Vocals
Antoine Poliquin - Bass, Back-up Vocals

credits

released May 1, 2014

All songs by King Karoshi / Lyrics by Patrick Dunphy
Recorded by King Karoshi with help from Ben Pelchat
Mixed by Mathieu Dandurand / Mastered by Ryan Morey
Logo by Sève Création / Artwork by Anne-Sophie Lohou

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

King Karoshi Montreal, Québec

contact / help

Contact King Karoshi

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Laundry
The stupid door is locked on both sides
and I don't want to walk back up
the buzzer could sound anytime
so I'll just sit here staring at the wall
thinking how I never thought I'd be here now

and when it's good it's great
and when it's bad the curtain falls away
to leave the fragile naked soul
exposed and breakable

I want to be home but there's 20 more stops
a homeless man is making eyes at me
my coat is way too warm
but it's a chore to take it off
things never go fast when you want them to
and never slow down when you want to soak them in

I feel her fingers on my neck
I feel her breathing down my chest
oh how close I was and could have been
in some distant foreign time
and the endless plane ride home that let it sting

what a sorry state I'm in
as I try to pull it all apart
the moment flickers into view
watch it tumble round and round

and round, and round, and round, again
Track Name: Tallest Pawn
See how they hollow out the world
Write bills like scripture and section it off
And we punch in, close the cash and do the rounds
And sweep up

But I want the nicest collar
The fancy letterhead
To be an inch above
To be the tallest pawn
Fighting for the scraps
On the corner office floor
There’ll be nothing left to take but I’ll want more

Wading in borrowed time
More trash on the heap
More coal on the fire
And when the dam explodes
We’ll swim in the pieces as they float their yachts

But I want the nicest car
The fancy letterhead
To be an inch above
To be the tallest pawn
Fighting for the scraps
On the corner office floor
There’ll be nothing left to take but I’ll want more

To be a precious piece
A cog in the machine
I fuel it with my blood
Take a litre out of me
If not I then someone else
So why can’t it be me?
Waiting in the wings
Marching ‘till the end
Track Name: Fading Now
Day; leaves the marking's in the tree
again I'm trapped in purgatory
and night fall; when I'm released
to stew and toil in quiet disapointment

can I go home now?
I'm tired of this place
and every voice I hear here
can't help but feel
I'm just along for the ride
mumbling through the motions

and lately, it's all that I can see
just one less year in front of me
and last gasps and wasted energy
do we ever have control

can I go home now?
I'm tired of this place
and every voice I hear here
can't help but feel
I'm just along for the ride
mumbling through the motions

and something has been troubling
the greyed in surroundings
and everything is escaping
the colours are fading

fading now, fading now, the colours are fading now
Track Name: First World Problems
I wanna blot the sunlight out this morning
I wanna ruin Santa Claus for little children
and make the snow fall a little more and a little harder
so everybody's stuck inside for a moment longer

earlier, I stepped in a puddle near my front door
checked my cell phone for a little box in the top left corner
found some paint chips on the upper rim of my drinking glass
said I'd take a nap and spent most of the day in bed

it's not ideal but it's my own way of feeling right
feed it candy floss and read it nursery rhymes
boarding up the windows and locking it inside
because it's mine

took a stroll through an endless wave of tired faces
we're knocking elbows and jostling for space
in a big tin can, as we organize our dreary days
brought together by a deadened (dead end) stare
and a shared malaise

we'll start an army of bitter malcontents
we'll shuffle up the mountain and plant our flag if we don't forget it
and when it starts to rain
we'll say things like this are so extra typical
hear our cry, the whimpering horn of the mildly annoyed
Track Name: So Little Time
how, how do we act
when we don't know, 
which horoscope is correct?
so many hopefuls, hoping good will come their way
momentary happiness, several times a day

and maybe god is dead, 
or just not listening
or maybe he
just never cared for you at all
satan stole the remote control 
and put evil in our heads
giving thoughts to
the monkeys we used to know

too, too many ants in this world
too many diets
too many self help books
just another empty promise away
from self destruction
how long before you break?

these words won't mean a thing
when the sun goes out
I can only hope
I won't be here to catch the end
in this uncertain world
we search hard to find a place
a place to look out
and see all there is to see

and there's so, so much to think about
and so little time to figure it out
so I wait, it's all I can do
as I'm sinking, down below