Parquet Courts - Content Nausea Lyrics
Content nausea, World War Four
Seems like it all came too soon
Another carnage apparatus
Such a dissapointing doom
Abuse body, abuse mind
People use such strange excuses
Always have done no clue why
Most folks think and some folks know
Life's lived least when you don't let go
Of a memory, of a dream
Like an hometown better seen
On a screen or at a distance
People clicked and people read
'Modern Life' is what it said
Pretty pictures, pretty lives
I peered into once or twice
I'll go back but not today
It's nice to visit but it's hard to stay
In the grips of bad dimension
Too much data, too much tension
Too much plastic, Too much glass
Life lived least when when fears are passed
My friend he won't leave his home
Says 'I am a bonfire of human bones'
I am a bonfire of human bones
I am a bonfire of human bones
And am I under some spell?
And do my thoughts belong to me?
Or just some slogan I ingested to save time?
This night is missing people
The sea, it had no-one
Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light
Some were flashing, most moved
Me, I couldn't look away
But still no-one came or left they just stayed
But they weren't there in the first place
Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness
Guided by darkness, too much, not enough
Content, that's what you'd call it
An infant screaming in every room in your gut
Bets strum on an intention but best left unattended
How gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being
With what do I wash?
Put on some music
My friend walks the same path every day
Steep the stairwell, cognizance to coma
Ignoring best he can
An inconvenient reality
The consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen
Scrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders
And this would be a good year to free poets
From the back padding dungeons of content and comments
To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual
For this year it became harder to be tender
Harder and harder to remember
Meeting a friend, writing a letter
Being lost, antique ritual
All lost to the ceremony of progress
Like the sensual organs removed
They're only weighing you down, you didn't need them
Ignore this part, it's an advertisement
These people are famous, I'd trust them
Protesters stayed home this time around
Some enlisted, some never heard the first shots
Well I've been north and I've been south
I've been west and I've been east
Been around long enough to know
Life's lived best when scrolling least
Just a broken piece of plastic
Just another new device
Just another nervous habit
One more thing you have to buy
Just one more thing to replace
One more way to block your face
Too much data, Too much tension
Life's lived least when less is mentioned
Wasting dollars, wasting hours
Wasting talent with wasted power
No one says it but it's known
The more connected, the more alone
My friend stays at the home in the dark
Never walks up to the park
Always nauseous, always tired
I am a landmine, wrong supplier
I am a landmine
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Parquet Courts Content Nausea Comments
song "of" the decade
Dreadful
I’m sorry you feel that way, Gastritis.
This song is the fucking 2010s in a hasty 3 minute gallop. Swimming and sputtering chaos. Inundation with information that's bad for my brain but keeps beckoning me in with its dopamine short feedback loops. Not able to do one thing because I'm focused on everything. I need to change how I use the conventions of the modern age in order to be happy and healthy.
Does anyone else hear think this is reminiscent of jeffrey lewis?
reminds me of Jeffrey Lewis and The Velvet Underground
Hey dudes, check out our dumb cover of this
someone needs to make a music video to this with clips of protestors and government corruption and media. also thousands of people standing in line for the new iPhone.
Hell the *fuck* yeah!
could be the opening song for a cool indie comedy, maybe made for netflix jeje
+jaime paternina Lmaoo so true
Anyone who thinks this band echoes Velvet Underground (which i agree) should also check out the Modern Lovers first self titled album- "Pablo Picasso" is a great song to start with. Its like Parquet Courts but from the 70s.
I am a landmine or I am a landline? both fit with the themes of the song
Just a broken piece of plastic
Just another new device
Just another nervous habit
One more thing you have to buy
Just one more thing to replace
One more way to block your face
Too much data, Too much tension
Life's lived least when less is mentioned
Wasting dollars, wasting hours
Wasting talent with wasted power
No one says it but it's known
The more connected, the more alone
My friend stays at the home in the dark
Never walks up to the park
Always nauseous, always tired
I am a landmine, wrong supplier
I am a landmine
+Jo SefGray im a Landline*
These lyrics are fucking genius
Cant help but think of herion by velvet underground when I hear this, love it
Sounds more like European Son to me (last track on Velvet Underground & Nico)
Is remembering me to Velvet underground!
Six penny Globe bought me here
It has taken almost three hours of typing in lyrics to find this song, and the only part I like is what was used in Sixpenny Globe haha
Class tune obv. Reminds me of the part in the movie rules of attraction when the dude recalls his euro vacation. PS one of my fave movies. Watch it. Don't believe most of the critics.
don't know what the critics say. that film puts me beautifully on edge. it's like taking some food or chemical that only blooms once every 5 years or so. love the tomandandy tracks and the rest of the soundtrack. next time listen to "couldn't get it right" by the climax blues band during the end credits. fits so well i now think of it as part of the soundtrack / landscape.
Wow excellent point damn
evidently chicken town
"These people are famous I'd trust them."
Awesome! Sound like neo-Velvet Underground
I love this song and lyrics...
But i listening to it in a smartphone after all...
#danthemanplaylists
LYRICS:
Seems like it all came too soon
Another carnage apparatus
Such a dissapointing doom
I've used money, I've used drugs
Abuse body, abuse mind
People use such strange excuses
Always have done no clue why
Most folks think and some folks know
Life's lived least when you don't let go
Of a memory, of a dream
Like an hometown better seen
On a screen or at a distance
Life lived best without resistance
People clicked and people read
'Modern Life' is what it said
Pretty pictures, pretty lives
I peered into once or twice
I'll go back but not today
It's nice to visit but it's hard to stay
In the grips of bad dimension
Too much data, too much tension
Too much plastic, Too much glass
Life lived least when when fears are passed
My friend he won't leave his home
Says 'I am a bonfire of human bones'
I am a bonfire of human bones
I am a bonfire of human bones
And am I under some spell?
And do my thoughts belong to me?
Or just some slogan I ingested to save time?
This night is missing people
The sea, it had no-one
Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light
Some were flashing, most moved
Me, I couldn't look away
But still no-one came or left they just stayed
But they weren't there in the first place
Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness
Guided by darkness, too much, not enough
Content, that's what you'd call it
An infant screaming in every room in your gut
Bets strum on an intention but best left unattended
How gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being
With what do I wash?
Put on some music
My friend walks the same path every day
Steep the stairwell, cognizance to coma
Ignoring best he can
An inconvenient reality
The consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen
Scrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders
And this would be a good idea to free poets
From the back padding dungeons of content and comments
To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual
For this year it became harder to be tender
Harder and harder to remember
Meeting a friend, writing a letter
Being lost, antique ritual
All lost to the ceremony of progress
Like the sensual organs removed
They're only weighing you down, you didn't need them
Ignore this part, it's an advertisement
These people are famous, I'd trust them
Protesters stayed home this time around
Some enlisted, some never heard the first shots
Well I've been north and I've been south
I've been west and I've been east
Been around long enough to know
Life's lived best when scrolling least
Just a broken piece of plastic
Just another new device
Just another nervous habit
One more thing you have to buy
Just one more thing to replace
One more way to block your face
Too much data, Too much tension
Life's lived least when less is mentioned
Wasting dollars, wasting hours
Wasting talent with wasted power
No one says it but it's known
The more connected, the more alone
My friend stays at the home in the dark
Never walks up to the park
Always nauseous, always tired
I am a landmine, wrong supplier
I am a landmine
It seems like “back-patting dungeons” would make more sense than “back padding.”
Amazingly good. Through my phone speakers nonetheless.
They've come close in the past, but this song is genius lyrically. Makes me want to smash up every screen I see. I'll just post this comment first...
This song is absolutely LOADED with good lines... "I am a bonfire of human bones" "Scrolling binary ghettos for escape, for reminders" "Antique ritual, all lost to the ceremony of progress" need I continue?
4 years and ever more relevant
I give 0 to this noise
I give a 0 to you.
reminds me of cake
+brittainey saldana I love cake but cake doesn't have the depth of lyrics that parquet courts does, not to say Cake doesn't have some great lyrics.
hope the cake was good
Beat poetry over The Velvet Underground with a bit of Subterranean Homesick Blues combined with modern themes? Nice.
Let's get that onto a tray... Nice!
Ohhhhhh that's noiiicccce
great lyrics in this song
Don't understand how I disliked this on first listen --- "do my thoughts belong to me.."
are the comments jokes? this song is an exmaple of fucking 2014 garbage. like what the actual fuck is this shit my ears are bleeding
@vvvvortics uncle LOL Must be the dubstep talking because you make no sense!
@vvvvortics uncle are you a joke? you are clearly an example of a fucking moron. go blow your dad.
@vvvvortics uncle ahhahahahaha! I rest my case. Look forward to going nowhere in life, its going to be a painful one bud.
drop some tunes then, big boy
@vvvvortics uncle Wow, you need help.
Real lyrics? What is this?
This totally fucking rocks! "I am a bonfire of human bones" sealed it for me. Grats! Y'all sold another CD!
awesome lyrics/song