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You’re never gonna make it
You’re dumb and you know it
You’re just a mistake kid
Don’t belong and you show it
Why you even trying
This ain’t meant for you kid
I already know that your lying
We already know that you did it
They know your planning on taking it
And gonna try to deny it
Why even try to fight it
That’s just the way life is
You’re never gonna change it
You must be deranged if you
Think anything will be different
If you get outta here shit
You’ll still be the same kid
Just a little punk kid
Look what you done did
When you got mad then you run hid
Don’t ever listen
To what people are saying kid
Better watch your language
Always talking trash
Claiming disadvantage
You and me we clash
Why can’t you manage
Come off way too brash
I can tell that you’re damaged
Parents shoulda whooped your ass
Who you think you talking to
Always talking back
I know all about you ’n
Your side of the track
Don’t question me
Look at me
When you hear me speaking
Think you know everything
Really know nothing
Parent’s got nothing
Apparent your fronting
Looking confronting
That’s why I ain’t trusting
Homelife disgustin’
Cop frequently busting
No wonder you like that
Your really screwed up kid
Disdain disgust despite distrust
Dismissed deprived derided and cussed
Disparaged, defied, despised when discussed
Detested, depreciated, decried, and hushed
Oh, here comes the demon again
And he’s wearing his crown
Here comes the devil again
Pretending to be your friend
In an invisible gown
You are so worthless
Won’t amount to anything
Going through life purposeless
There’s nothing you bring
Your just an embarrassment
You show no respect
Always been a disappointment
All you touched is wrecked
Where’s your self-esteem kid
Where’s your sense of pride did
You think can get by with
Living on a free ride shit
Better watch where your going
I can tell you don’t give a damn
Nor care to understand
Perspective other than
The one that your knowing
Don’t give a shit
Always so negative
Quick to give up
Can’t control ya temper
About to blow up
I can tell that your stuck
Ain’t gonna change
It’s time that you face it
Never act your age
Your impulsive ’n impatient
Look at your rage
Can’t have a conversation
Should put you in a cage
Before you fuckup again Kid
Disgraced, degraded, deplored, dominated
Diminish, demeaned, defamed, humiliated
Discredited, devalued, denounced, subjugated
Denied, debased, detained, incarcerated
Oh, here comes the devil again
And he’s wearing his crown
Here comes the devil again
Pretending to be your friend
In an invisible gown
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I’m loosing my self
You’re sucking me out
I was having my doubts
But you casted them out
Now I’m devout without will to walkout
Somehow you got me
Every time I think a you
I get linked up with you
And then I’m tangled up in your mind
Can’t go a week with you
Before I think were through
Because I’m going straight out of my mind
Try not to let it
Don’t let it
Get to me
Your consuming all my energy
Don’t call me gothic
Though I believe I got bit
You sucked all the life outta me
How naive was I to begin with
Thin skinned and an optimist
Going all in a romanticist
Fool hearted on destiny’s myth
Still in the grips of youthful bliss
You knew I could be possessed by just one kiss
Cupid’s potion’s in spit
Oh how I wished I could take just one more sip
One more hit
All the more craved by the way you withheld it
Blood from bit lips
Lust in wet drips
Pulsating of molded hips
Through the veil of lunar eclipse
There’s a pirate on one of those passing ships
Entangled in your clutches of guilt
Such is the life anguish built
Enchanted to hear the lilt of your final
Siren song once again
There’s a little death in your bite of venom
Pandora’s box in your denim
The sting of lies that become truths if you let ‘em
Any wrongdoings you sleuth
I can never forget ‘em
Bound to my faults
Wounds ’n deep salts
Trapped in this waltz
Every step out of time
You’re makin’ sure I regret ‘em
Through the veil of lunar eclipse
You cast your net and I got caught in ’em
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She was found alone dead in her bed
27 years and already dead
He went and took one straight to the head
And it took 3 days before any knew he was dead
She was introverted
Lived reclusive
Took the path of seclusion to her conclusion
After leaving prison
An impoverished condition was the state he lived in
Without any of his friends and fans in the ending
In the ending
In the ending
In the ending
Without anyone around in the ending
Without anyone to love in the ending
Without anyone who cares in the ending
Without anyone with prayers in the ending
I’m thinkin’ a popping the pills again, again
I’m fixin’ ta shoot up my veins again, again
I’m drinkin’ away my will again, again
I’m sinkin’ into a hole again,
Wastin’ my life on a dream that always pending
Hating everything that I waste all my time making
Who am I kidding I’m nothing I’m just pretending
Everyday digging my self a little bit closer to the ending
There were moments when the pain went away
When the weight of life didn’t seem to weigh
Fleeting moment suggesting to stay
While the rest of life was pushing towards dismay
Feeling hopeless
With misguided purpose
Constant pursuing with nothing ever accruing
Is just worthless
What’s the meaning of being around others when
Others are really only attending to mending their own feelings in the ending
I don’t care, I don’t really care, I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a damn,
I don’t give a shit
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I’m sick of this world
I’m quick to unfurl
I light up the wick
And picture myself
In the underworld
There’s many ways to die
And I give ‘em a try
Each time that I lie
And close up my eyes
Kapow
Bak bak
Nobody cares
No one hears my prayers
All I bear is unfair
I swear that I’ll tear
Your hair out if you speak
Shut the fuck up
It ain’t just my fault
How I’m under assault
Blaming is your default
You pour salt on mistakes
To try and validate
Your perceived superiority
A piece of advice
And you move on with you life
I don’t owe ya
A thanks
I don’t owe ya
Get me to see
My responsibility
I don’t owe ya
A sorry
I don’t owe ya
This is my demise
Don’t tell me bout my life
I don’t care if you think
That you care
I’m aware
That I’m a fuck up
This is how my dream dies
Don’t tell me to realize
Who I am
Cause you think that I am
Someone
That’s not a fuck up
Cause I am fuck up just a fuck up
I am fuck up
A real fuck
Telling me to shut up
Always telling me to shut up
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Rolling through the hood with a crack in the glass
Dent in the trunk from 3 years past
Flashing on the dash cause always low on the gas
What what ch-u looking at huh
What ch-u looking at
Police rolling up hoping they just gonna pass
Marijuana legal no more looking for grass
Still watching out keeping it real working class
What what ch-u looking at huh
What ch-u looking at
Sole falling off the shoe ain’t embarrassed
Yea it’s the same hoodie, why’d you even ask
Don’t need to explain why we taken it back
What what ch-u looking at huh
What ch-u looking at
Scowl on the prowl feeling real hopeless
Low vibration got no focus
Don’t need your fuckin’ help fuck your diagnosis
What ch-u looking at huh
What ch-u looking at
Hanging in the parking lot
Bumming cigarettes
Mindin’ our own business
Joking bout regrets
Gave up trying to change
Now we get what we get
Yea we act a fool
But your the one with threats
We ain’t looking at you
So why you all upset
Whatchya lookin’ at?
Stop and stare and laugh
Take a photograph
It’ll last longer that way
Oh snap
Spit actual facts
About this and that
By the paragraph
None of it’s an act
I just rap
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Sneekie san salvador
Sneekie as it gets
Always trying to make the little kids upset
Loves it when they cry and they eyes get all wet
Never lies in fear and has no regrets
Never sheds a tear when a lady trips down the steps
Probably sawed her heals, got the skills of a vet
Master of the trip wire sire sneak attack
Watched home alone a million times and knows how to make a trap Lurking in the shadows, tip towing like a cat
Whiling humming the Ramones, singing beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yea he is despicable, lives in an unlivable room that’s a mess
Leaves his clothes on the ground, picks it up just to get dressed
A little depressed and has a hard time sleeping, leaves the tv on at night When he sees a baby dreaming, coughs to give ‘em a fright
Likes to get even and always takes the last cookie
When told to turn around, always takes a lookie lookie
Got the parenting skills of a young rookie
Always sends the kids to bed with out brushing
And when they get it in their head that it’s time to brush their teeth Rushes to the fridge and looks inside for some OJ to make them drink He’s a master of the slight of hand with a knack to make you think Sneekie San Salvador
Turn the other way he’ll take a sip of your drink
Hot Damn
Don’t hate i’m deeper than you think
Don’t hate i play dumb with a wink
My snap comes from on the brink
My bite goes beneath the pink
Don’t hate i’m deeper than you think
It's like the world just doesn’t know how let it go
It's like this feeling that i’m just supposed go and blow
Your big egos just wants me to shrink
Like I never have belonged here
iIm spinning my wheels around the rink
Doing my best not to disappear
Doing my best not to disappear
All you think i’m trying to do is interfere but there’s no other way out of here
Don’t hate i’m deeper than you think
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Massive thanks to DeeP. for initiating this project and putting this EP together. It's been a real inspiration working with you! You have really facilitated creative growth and expansion.
Stream the full DeeP. and the Couch King EP as many times as you like on SoundCloud here:
soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/sets/deep-and-the-couch-king-ep
These 6 tracks represent some of the first glimpses of the dark side of the couch. A look at what's been accumulating under the cushions. A deeper inspection at the stains that have been hidden by the bright upholstery.
Thanks all for all your listening and support. I hope you don't mind getting poked by some springs.
released February 15, 2021
All songs mixed and mastered by DeeP.
You're Never
DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
♤/ Nick Davies: EBow, Guitar
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
Tangled In Your Mind
DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
Phil McWalter: Guitar
Nathalie B20: Lyrics and Vocals
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
Without Anyone (In The Ending)
DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
Russell Sinfield: Guitar
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
I Don't Owe Ya (DeeP. Remix)
DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
What You're Looking At (DeeP. Remix)
DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
RS Frawstakwa: Lyrics and Vocals
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
Deeper (DeeP. Remix)
DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
Album Art: Couch King
DeeP.:
soundcloud.com/detlef-piepke
Couch King:
soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents
musiciselation.bandcamp.com
♤/ Nick Davies:
soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Phil McWalter:
soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter
Nathalie B20:
soundcloud.com/nathalie-b20
nathalieb.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield:
soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com
RS Frawstakwa:
soundcloud.com/frawstakwa