Mieux

by R.I.P Stray Kites

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Pow! This is the Stray Kites debut EP, entirely self recorded at Max's house in Ashburn, VA with a homemade 4track. At times these songs can be esoterically cynical and emotive; never arduous, but always contextually layered. At heart I like for this to be a sophisticated and intimate, but above all sincere, indie folk/pop record. I really hope you enjoy listening to it as much as ! enjoyed making it. :-)

Thanks, Junior Roseboro

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released 22 July 2011

Stray Kites is Junior Roseboro.
*Special thanks to Max Detrich, Eric Kelley, Lincoln Dunn and no one else*

straykites@gmail.com

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Track Name: Aside/Ideal Deaths
I live in NOVA, Nu Babylon
A sun worshipping throng in ubiquitous fog
Sojourners get sucked in "It's not worth regretting"
You rarely get exactly what you've been expecting

I'm lying with my organs out. You're circling above me
There's a fine line between fake and friendly
You're vultures. Good riddance, goodbye, and goodluck
If you don't know who you serve, excuse my French, but
(You're fucked)

I love my mother & I love my mirror
I love my father & I love my Fuehrer

But what is your worth
Nothing at all
What is your worth
Nothing at all

If I'm doing it right I'll die a martyr
In wayfarers drinking Arnold Palmer
On the beach playing songs for Noelle
Shirtless, jeanshorts, boatshoes, snapback, by the water

SO DUMB
SO DUMB

Blahhh is your worth
Nothing at all
What is your worth
Nothing at all

If it were up to me I'd die with a girl
Who I loved, but loved me more
That'll never happen; that'll never happen
I'm semi-smart stardust, but I'm still happy

If I'm lucky I will die alone
At a comfortable 48 years old
In bed, asleep, dreaming about the zeitgeist
I love my friends; I love my life...
Track Name: Misanthrope
Proclaiming to be wise
They become fools
If knowledge were power
Then we'd rule the world

If time were money
We'd still be dirt poor
In a world without morals
As if there ever were

Ohh Oh, Ohh Oh
Tell me something I don't know

All the minds of all our friends are filled with wires with frayed ends
Their parrot tongues and plastic hearts will fail them in the end

And you know
There is no fate in the world that can be surmounted by scorn

Ohh Oh, Ohh Oh
Tell me something I don't know

Ohh Oh, Ohh Oh
Tell me something I--
Track Name: Caligula
Does it matter what I say
No one who matters will listen
With a poker face on
My emotions stay hidden
Words waning in wisdom
Looming low below your limen
With the fear I'll be judged
I love this world that we live in

Caligula
CALIGULA

"Please, mind your words
These are just your opinions"
Oh God bless this world
Oh God bless this prison
Parade as if perfect
"Well, I'm just a person"
With the fear I'll be judged
I love this world that we live in

Caligula
CALIGULA

And I cannot control
The tremors on my tongue
And you cannot condone
The things that I'm done
But Fuhrer forgives me
Keeps in mind I'm only human
With the fear I'll be judged
I love this world that we live in

Caligula
CALIGULA

And language is a labyrinth
So I speak in euphemisms
I lower my head
And spit my verbal venom
"Phantom Friends Forever"
I've not payed attention
I've a fear of being judged
I've love this world that we live in

Caligula
Caligula
Track Name: The Ghoster
And our hearts are big
But my heart is dense
Repent, renege
The rules are bent
The plans we set
You circumvent
Friendship's capsized
And your in it

You packed your bags
My eyes got bags
You got your bags
And off you went

And I know that I'm
Not Hallam Foe
And that you're contempt
With our friendship
God bless last winter
The time we spent
God bless last summer
Before you went and

Packed your bags
My eyes got bags
You got your bags
And off you went....



But I am grateful
And I am thankful
But I am hunted
And I am haunted

Post-faux-smile
Pictures together
Doesn't mean we're
Friends forever

And I have not contrived a single line
At Screaming Forest Cove I cried
Track Name: All Is Well
Back stock still like rocks
When you don't know whose on your side
The Devil or God

All that time I spent dodging bullets
You spent perfecting your shot
"Oh, Vandagaurd"

But Noelle, you wouldn't understand
Noelle, you're a heart attack
Noelle, you wouldn't understand
Noelle, you're a heart attack

I scratch your back
You stab mine
Phantom Friend

Took a nap and I can see my death
Through my shut eyelids
It's (just) a heart attack

You are the wolf and
I am the wether
We love each other

But Noelle, you wouldn't understand
Noelle, you're a heart attack
Noelle, you wouldn't understand
Noelle, you're a heart attack

Noelle, you wouldn't understand
Noelle, you're a heart attack
Noelle, you wouldn't understand
Noelle, you're a heart attack
Track Name: Mirror Talk
Oh, slowly but surly
I'll bury your body
Babe, look at yourself
Unlovely and bawdy
And I know that you're an asshole
Because I know you the best
But I'll break all your bones
So in pieces you'll rest

HAHA

I'll pierce your pupils
With a diamond-bit drill
Oh, If time doesn't kill you
I swear to God that I will
And I'll slit your throat
And I'll crack your skull
And I'll burn the body
In turn burning your soul

Mirror talk, Mirrors are talking me down
They are talking me down
Mirror talk, Mirrors are talking me down
They are talking me down

Suffocate you will a pillow yelling
"All people are sheep"
Or I can haunt all your dreams
Like you did to me
Now I wonder which poison
Lets you suffer the longest
I'll try to kill you with my bare hands
Though I'm not the strongest
But I'll try my hardest
Oh you know that I will
Lurking in the shadows
Till I go in for the kill
And I'll tear off your skin
And wear it as my skin
And I'll tear of your head
And keep the spine dangling too!


Mirror talk, Mirrors are talking me down
They are talking me down
Mirror talk, Mirrors are talking me down
They are talking me down

Now you are the devil
On a funeral bed
But there's no point in crying
Because we know your aren't dead
You're just waiting us out
To get back at that mirror
Congratulations, my dear
You've finally made my blood stir
Track Name: Id
My fretters Fuhrer
I'm hungry and I'm tired
I'm an addict, I'm a liar
I'm tr-tr-trying too hard

How low, Hallow
How I've felt for so long
Acting like I don't know
Air can't last in my lungs

High highs, Low blows
I could die tomorrow
Wouldn't even matter
God loves me like a swallow too

And it falls apart like Jenga blocks
I found safety inside a box
And it falls apart like Jenga blocks
I found safety four walls

Contra Mundum
I'm still young and lissome
They speak words of wisdom
I hear, but never listen

Ha! Haphazard
I just can't find the right words
I wish I could be better
Oh, I'm trying to be better for you

And it falls apart like Jenga blocks
I found safety inside a box
And it falls apart like Jenga blocks
I found safety inside four walls

To spend and waste time as though you had a million years.... To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you ... you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home."
Track Name: Talking Plaster Walls pt. 3
Am I some sort of sadist?
All macabre and razed flesh
Well, Fuhrer's love. Well, Fuhrer's judgement.
Please, call me servant when I am summoned

I'm still young. Say I've got time.
Well, all is well. Well, all is fine.
Close my eyes because bliss is blind-
ness I miss what I despise
The most, my flesh, my former self
Talking mirror/Talking death
Ghost of Fuhrer save what's left
A pinning, civilized, sadist.

Staring into the eyes of a lobotomized
Version of myself. We're still in good health, but
We're in the same rut an in our lives and in our wrists
There's the same shortcuts.

I say I love you everyday
But every chance I disobey
Distraction Demons kept at bay
But that's why Fuhrer came
In the first place

My "high hygiene"
That's my mental heath
Well, Misanthrope = I hate myself
Talking plaster, Fuhrer's got a plan
I'll always be a bastard, but he'll always be my dad

Staring into the eyes of a lobotomized
Version of myself. We're still in good health, but
We're in the same rut an in our lives and in our wrists
There's the same shortcuts.

Staring into the eyes of a dichotomized
Version of myself. We're still in good health, but
We're in the same rut an in our lives and in our wrists
There's the same shortcuts.
Track Name: Dust To Dust To Dust To Dust
I believe the quote was "What's a life under kerosene"?
Well, woe is me, what's a life made of velveteen?
Head to toe, you know exactly what I believe:
Do what thou wilt and you'll burn up and out with Luci
For godspeed a life flirting with death and greed
Do you want beg? No. Do want me to leave? No.
Seems there's no need for that with your life under kerosene.
Do you want me to beg? No. Do expect me to sleep? NO.

(Dust To Dust)

I believe the quote was "What's a life full of opposites"?
To that I pose my myself an inspirational nihilist
Misanthrope/philanthrope, kill yourself first, I insist ;)
Dust to Dust to Dust to Dust, regardless
Spent four pensive months worrying about some wayward kids
You must have forgotten a forgotten man is dangerous
An overwhelming apathy, absolutely couldn't care less
So me a man without a cause, yes man, I'm dangerous

(Dust To Dust)

If anything you must've said "What's a life without questions"?
Isn't that a questionable question; that's a life without options
Oh pshhhh, you think your a philosopher
That's the end of that because it's the end of Autumn
Your seasonal disorder kicks in for the winter
You can hide can from me, but you can't hide your problems

Dust To Dust

Regardless if it's just ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I will live and love and die and that should be enough...
Track Name: Mieux
Oh all is well, oh all is hell
Spent the past four months under piss-poor help
Now I do not believe in death
The soul is separate from the flesh
And I'm just what you say I am
"Not a soldier. Not a man."
But I can feel my heart pump.
Now I can feel my blood course.

Seen better days on the backs of my eyelids
Shaking my head praying for blindness
You can do anything if you rationalize
When I close my eyes I am merciless
So I promenade with my eyes closed
The Ghost directs me I suppose
So I move in a straight line.
He keeps me in a straight line.

The worlds not what it appears to be
So I walk until I reach the sea
I'm floating in a dark abyss
I have the mind of Caesar
and somehow the heart of Spartacus

And I've survived the winter
So I'll make it through the next year
A fear of Hell keeps me alive
If I'm found dead it was suicide
So Phantom Friends and lucid dreams
The more I think the more it seems that
I have no friends, but I'm self actualized.