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So we gave birth to a machine It don't work much but it's easy It started living and breathing It started shitting and eating I'm so fucking happy Prime, two-day delivery Alright So we got mighty indecent We tore our brains into pieces No shortage of lateral thinking We tuned out when our belief did I'm so fucking happy My pride wears I Alright You've head it before I've got a day job it's about what you'd expect Pissing around not doing that much except Being the bad cop, do what you've gotta Bet on that
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Glorious love Euphoria's glow Hurry up, it's gone Glorious low Tectonic rearrangement Sensibly departing Right back to habitual fatigue with my hand Right back to shoelessness Sitting on eggs Don't wanna be here God, I sound dumb Do you wish that it never had been Should have fallen into place Instead I'm lying on my face What I did was done, I guess Thanks for all the fun and stress Thanks for all the time and space
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I'm in my hotel room Masturbating to the pay-per-view Too soon? That's just your point of view My fingertips My only defense This world hates me I'm on the need-to-know Where my name come from Why do I feel so alone When I'm on every show In the movies, the TV, and the radio I'm all I need to know Feels strange when I stray Mixing feelings, I know It's just a free-for-all Who's to say if the game favors me Now I've got white boy problems I've got a fork and a spoon I'm eating, why aint you? How did they fund that school Just give em something to do My flaws are feathered and few That's what they say on the news So much for your so-called tolerance when it's like my feelings never matter just because I've never experienced a different perspective doesn't mean you shouldn't cater to mine maybe you social-justice warriors would be more successful if you weren't so divisive I mean lighten up take a joke it isn't life or death that's right not for me you're blowing it way out of proportion i mean come on racism sexism they're things of the past don't talk to me of prison populations unfair wages housing disparities police state brutality just straighten your hair and act white i mean nice it'll open doors to that liberal paradise where everyone acts exactly the same and I can hide from my white shame
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Oh yeah yeah yeah I'm walking to the freezer in my tightie-whitey bunchy underwear It's 3AM and I'm the only thing that's moving in this whole entire place and maybe anywhere My prestidigitations left marks on all the children I'll turn that frown upon its axis even if I have to do it with my bony bony hands I'm so grateful, tasteful It's not my fault they're so shameful I've been a bad bad boy Oh yeah yeah yeah I hear the sirens flashing through the window by the cupboard over there I cannot contain my excitement and it pulses through my quarter-bouncing baby derriere How gracious of the station to give standing ovations I gotta go and take a bow but don't you frown when I return you're gonna get your birthday gift I'm so grateful Moonlight spotlight twice behind me I'm a god now Eat your heart out, Vincent Van Gogh I've been a bad bad boy English peas, fresh or frozed One half pound Yukon gold Two carrots, peeled diced smol One whole thigh, pulled or chunked Ha ha ha I'm funny, you're laughing
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Tracks 1-4 by Yr Parents
Tracks 5-8 by Difficult Children
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released April 11, 2017

Yr Parents tracks were recorded and mixed by Burgess Carleton. Difficult Children tracks were recorded and mixed by Jack Mckool. All tracks were mastered by Dylan Wall. Cover art by Katrina Jurczynski

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Yr Parents Seattle, Washington

Yr Parents is a scathing display of frustration and absurdism. Through the carefully orchestrated chaos, one can hear a faint whisper that says, "dance," but at that moment the music shifts in a way that renders your hip gyrations un-hip. The voice mocks you; you are not perturbed. ... more

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