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Hotlines
00:45
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So, get this, right?
I'm feeling depressed, as usual,
And the hotlines keep hanging up on me
So I schedule an appointment to see
One of those university-appointed therapists
And she tells me I'd be less depressed
If I used my music hobby
To make some kind of album about my feelings
To get more in touch with my emotions
Which is a stupid idea because
My emotions are why I'm so depressed in the first place
And I already touch them every day
And I don't want to make a goddamn depression album
I just want to write synthpop songs about elves
And other tasty shit like that
But this idea hasn't left my head
So this album's for you, therapist
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Ocala
01:21
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When I die it'll be in Ocala
The biggest forest in this state
I lied it's not the biggest forest
But who gives a fuck at this rate
I'll put on too much black eyeshadow
And cover my body in glitter
My corpse better be so fucking pretty
And my pool of blood better shimmer
They'll discover my body in a sinkhole
And I'll be too heavy to drag
They'll haul my remains out of that forest
Wrapped in little brown paper lunch bags
Oh, devour me!
Swamps of the earth!
Let me get lost in the endless forestry
And undo the effects of my birth
Oh, devour me!
Swamps of the earth!
Let me get lost in you
Undo the effects of my birth
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2019
01:05
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Who died in 2019?
Who died in 2019?
Who died in 2019?
That's me!
I got hit by a car
And I died
And nobody around me cried
I'd call it a time for celebration
A chance at earthly liberation
Thank god the car wasn't scratched
Thank god my head wasn't cracked
I'm mad that I still have a pulse
I'm sick of these bullshit results
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Edgar Allan Poe
00:25
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I fucking hate Edgar Allan Poe
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Mannequin
01:04
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I was driving in the dark with my friends one night
And we stopped in a forest to look at the sky
And oh my god I had never seen those stars
And I'm just flesh wrapped round a mannequin
There's styrofoam underneath my skin
And the sun rising every morning makes me want to cry
Is it too much to ask for some warmth in my life
And for someone to hold me some of the time
And please, I just want to love the world more before I die
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Cadaver Cable Florida
Formed in 2019, Cadaver Cable is the passion project of a Florida goth, and, sometimes, his friends. It's made up of 2am
compositions, phone voice memo recordings, twenty-dollar keyboards, sore hands, and desperation.
A friend of the band jokingly referred to its genre as "corpse-core." Another said "it has a very deranged haunted quality." The genres of the albums are not consistent at all.
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