Black Songs

by Sammy Slims

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released April 18, 2014

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Sammy Slims Austin, Texas

Sammy Slims is a musical act from Austin. The music of Sammy Slims features themes of mortality and procreation set to danceable beats and hummable melodies. Shiny production belies dark underlying moods.

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Track Name: Cure for Death
Feels like we will not be going home tonight
The smell of pear trees heavy in the air tonight
But we feel like a pair of silly teens tonight
We just go on as long as it's alright, yeah alright

Front to front, side to side
Go strong against that dying light
Right now we're here but then we're gone
That's something we knew all along
Inside we're growing very scared
Outside we couldn't give a care
Stay collected, fucking stay serene
and maybe we'll see what it means, but maybe not.

Death, a cure, I never wanted more

But right now it's midnight who knocks on the door.
You bring yo body, I'll meet you on the floor.
We're pressing together, and hoping to score.
I've never wanted, I've simply never wanted more.

It feels like we will not go back to home again.
I gave you what I had and you just took that in.
I'm counting down the seconds til I can leave you here.
At any moment we'll turn into machines again.

But right now it's midnight who knocks on the door.
You bring yo body, I'll meet you on the floor.
We're pressing together, and hoping to score.
I've never wanted, no I've never wanted more.
Track Name: Give It Up
Everyone walks, only one at a time
Alone a ditch, we're always leaving behind.
The streets are all cold, the fucking attic's a mess,
Everyone sat there alone and depressed.

Now everybody wants to be left alone again.
Not everybody has the guts to just lie in bed and fucking give it up.

We painfully try just to fall back asleep
Everyone's dreams kill the peace we deserve.
We shatter these thoughts, with the chaff of the day,
We pay later on when our souls die away.

Now everybody wants to be left alone again.
Not everybody has the guts to just lie in bed and fucking give it up.

There's nothing to do, you can't push it away
Eternity's coming, fucking starting today.
Your friends are all dying, though they're trying to stop,
There's nothing to do, you're gonna fuck it all up.

Now everybody wants to be left alone again.
Not everybody has the guts to just lie in bed and fucking give it up.
Track Name: The Jungle
I can't feel the sunlight
I can't hear a sound
Track Name: Heads in a Landscape
Countdown now, 90 days
Another baby mouth coming on the way.
Boy ya gonna steal, boy ya gonna stress,
Boy ya gonna cleaning up a baby mess
How she gonna walk, how she gonna eat
How she gonna live when ya incomplete?
All these thoughts running round ya head,
How's it gonna feel when ya baby dead?

Now we've come to the end.
Tell me what do we have?

Count them days, what you got left?
How many days until ya maker met?
Stretch yo life, stretch yo mind,
With another baby eating all the time.
History loves what history can't buy,
What's gonna happen in the afterlife?
A big fat zero, empty, dead, black
Death don't care how many kids ya get.

Now we've come to the end.
How many kids did you have?

Go, take the night, take your life
Don't let death deter you now
Life won't change, death remains,
And he waits to end you. (but you're no longer here)

Count your grand(children)s on a cal(culator) son,
Tell me what kind of prize you won.
They look like you, they talk like you,
Hope it's okay they're gonna die like you.
So gather up them now while ye may,
And don't save nothin for another day.
Make sure you get high, sure you get lit,
Ya boy Sammy Slims with another hit!

Now we've come to the end.
How many kids did you have?
Does this mind have an end?
Tell me what do we have?

Go, take the night, take your life
Don't let death deter you now
Life won't change, death remains,
And he waits to end you. (but you're no longer here)
Track Name: Baby
Heaven doesn't mind.
They don't care what you did today.
It happens all the time.
Pick up a baby to throw away.
What you did is fine.
Ya too young for a baby girl.
Shut the bathroom door.
Flush the toilet and walk away.

Oh, all that you want, is coming back to you.

Dance the night away.
Feel the feelings just fall away.
Have another drink.
The people say what they need to say.
You're happy now and then,
Much happier than you would have been.
You make your own mistakes,
Then you take another pill and then you do em again.

Oh, all that you want, is coming back to you.

Don't you turn your back on those, who throw away a baby.
They are much too young and they, desire to be free.
Fucking off to Tallinn town, or joining up the navy,
It don't matter just what you've done, because the end will be
Oh yes the end will be.

Oh, all that you want, is coming back to you.
Track Name: Family Gets a New Father
Now love came to town.
Arrives in a car, he provides for himself.
His face is good looking, his hands as hard as rocks.
God can he be the one?
For hamburgers, french fries, and cans of coke?

He makes his demands.
You make a brave face, where the kids are involved.
He's quickly to anger, you never raise your voice.
He's just.
He just wants what's best.
Close your eyes and soon he'll be asleep.

Get into the car.
And into the snow, to the grocery store.
The crowd there is staring, at the cuts on your eyes and nose.
But they could never understand,
You've made a sacrifice to feed your children and,
The scars don't feel so bad when your belly's full.

My god my god my god
We're finally complete.
My god my god my god
We made a family

All about love
He'll teach us all about love

But they could never understand,
You've made a sacrifice to feed your fucking children and,
The scars don't feel so bad when your belly's full.
Track Name: Fantastic Vision
He's the one, who lets you down Sundays
I'm the one who's never there and never cares.
He's the one with incense and candles,
I'm the one, who cannot care, no longer cares.
I no longer care, yeah.
He's the one, who says it goes forever.
I'm the one, who tells the truth, that god's a lie.
Track Name: The Rabble
You can't put hope in your heart,
It merely burns up a hole
That drains the blood from your heart.
Make yourself serious now,
No more fucking around,
They need your hands in the house.
Your mother's lying in bed,
By now she's probably dead,
You'll have to clean up the mess.

And when you jump into the air they pull the rug,
When you're down on the ground they'll probably look up your skirt.

And when the postman rings, you know the news is bad,
That the car you have stolen, has exploded in a crash.

Your rubber boots indicate you're in a lower class.
The cigarettes that you smoke, really taste like mint.
The awful school you send your kids is much too close to your house.
The smoke and mirrors you employ are fucking out of style.
Track Name: Two Old Men
Now I can see where it all went wrong,
Mompesson played out on that same old song.
Fuck the liquor, fuck the timber, fuck the silver, fuck the gold.
The "Continent" is getting motherfucking old.
Mow-m-m-mow M-mow-Mompesson
Burn the house to the ground to make them learn.
Push a gun to your held to feel that burn.
I could never be the one who makes them learn.

How does it feel to be so old and alone?
How does it feel to know the fault is your own?