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1. |
Lover For Hire
02:31
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She said I don’t know how to dance
Give me a chance, give me a chance
Oh the girl head to toe
With tattoos must know
A feeling at first glance
She said but it’s been so long
You’re not wrong, just hum along
I need someone that makes me belong
I need to put you in my song
Oh I want her fire
To walk the tight wire
Lover for hire
Lover for hire
I said I know you’ve been broken before
I’ve fallen before, fallen before
Oh the girl head to toe
With tattoos must know
The sound of a shutting door
I said but it’s been so long
This feels wrong, but I’ll come along
Her voice like a siren’s song
Run wild with me; just hold on
She plays piano like you’ve never heard
I sang and she stirred, sang and she stirred
Oh the girl head to toe
With tattoos must know
I don’t know a single word
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2. |
Santa Monica
02:55
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My hands are full of salt from the sea
Sea shell oracle spoke fiction to me
I don’t need you if I’m ocean wide and free
I sat on the shore and let it all be
I always knew I’d be the runaway
Santa Monica; the rambler won’t stay
I took my guitar in the shower to play
Singing this, this will be the day
I forgot what it was like to sing on the metro
Letting my hair down was so long ago
Georgia girl in Cali; wouldn’t you like to know
I ran wild and let the tattooed girl show
I always knew I’d be the runaway
Santa Monica; the rambler won’t stay
I took my guitar in the shower to play
Singing this, this will be the day
Dancing on the warm rainy streets at 1 am
There’s a highway hum and I’m the synonym
I’ve run so hard and long that I’ve become REM
I make songs because I can’t hold onto them
I always knew I’d be the runaway
Santa Monica; the rambler won’t stay
I took my guitar in the shower to play
Singing this, this will be the day
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3. |
Ajar
02:36
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I smoke a cigarette
Hoping I forget
Her hair when it was wet
The videocassette
Unwound yet
Was found
In a television set
Regret
A memory is a ghost
Of what came too close
Smile don’t overdose
I loved that spring the most
My life is 1998
I debate
If going back I’d translate
To a floodgate
Or an open grate
I walk straight
It got late
Fate
A memory is a ghost
Of what came too close
Smile don’t overdose
I loved that spring the most
I play my guitar
Made no wish upon a star
Never got that far
Dredging through wet tar
I wonder where you are
Dreamed a dream bizarre
This is a poem ajar
I am a scar
A memory is a ghost
Of what came too close
Smile don’t overdose
I loved that spring the most
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4. |
Smile
03:00
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I’m funny you know
You never laugh though
This is my last dollar to blow
A game of pool or no
Get ready for a show
Lost all three in a row
I’m carefree does it show
I love you in the dive bar glow
I just get a kick
You make me homesick
It’s you I picked
You never had me tricked
Never flipped the script
I saw you unclipped
Stripped
Let go of the grip
I read your lips
There’s more than at my fingertips
Smile it’s Saturday night
Everything will be alright
Deep down she knows I’m right
I laugh at you, so uptight
Is there anything you’d like to recite
I take her hand at the streetlight
She blushes and I just might
Let’s run the crosswalk, hold tight
I just get a kick
You make me homesick
It’s you I picked
You never had me tricked
Never flipped the script
I saw you unclipped
Stripped
Let go of the grip
I read your lips
There’s more than at my fingertips
You missed the punch line
You missed the open sign
Laugh so you don’t whine
Everything will be fine
I laugh at my jokes all the time
You’re sad but you should shine
You live like in a goldmine
It’s dark but keep on Clementine
I just get a kick
You make me homesick
It’s you I picked
You never had me tricked
Never flipped the script
I saw you unclipped
Stripped
Let go of the grip
I read your lips
There’s more than at my fingertips
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5. |
Break and Make-Up
02:59
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I’m not gonna burn all your shit
Or cry cause you don’t deserve it
I didn’t call it quits you quit
Yeah I came back after I split
There was nowhere else to go
You’re in my heart just for show
What’s it going to take
to break up and not make up
I’ll key your car
Break your guitar
What’s the deal fdr
I’ll raid your fridge
Rage a smidge
Just burn the bridge
Clean break is a dream
Tah tah forever and scene
You’ve become a routine
Control alt delete this theme
I never gave you your ring
Mockingbird would always sing
What’s it going to take
to break up and not make up
I’ll key your car
Break your guitar
What’s the deal fdr
I’ll raid your fridge
Rage a smidge
Just burn the bridge
This sucks but you’re not you anymore
There’s no victory for this war
I don’t even know what we fought for
I lost my best friend long before
So no I won’t burn your shit ok
I don’t have anything to say
What’s it going to take
to break up and not make up
I’ll key your car
Break your guitar
What’s the deal fdr
I’ll raid your fridge
Rage a smidge
Just burn the bridge
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6. |
Too Old For This Shit
03:46
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If you can sing Spice Girls raise your hand
Zig a zig ah hope you understand
We got old y’all, it didn’t go as planned
My last friend group is about to disband
My body looks like it went off-brand
My whole life has been deadpanned
28 I woke and knew I was grown
Don’t text anymore call me on the phone
The party doesn’t start til I postpone
I’m too old for this shit I’m going home
Apparently full shirts are not cool anymore
J crew said I was in the wrong store
Forever 21 said I was on the wrong floor
Never heard of Michael Kohr
Sephora said come hither lonely whore
LensCrafters is what I came here for
Baby showers don’t bring flowers in may
Why must they last all fucking day
The wedding was bad enough ok
I ran to the cake from the midair bouquet
I don’t want kids, won’t spread my dna
I want to do what I want and when anyway
Gen z has me over here looking old
They’re the ones who need a hand to hold
Millennials have Starbucks in a chokehold
My bank account said please hold
My 20’s flew by and I wore a blind fold
It’s time to grow up I was finally told
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7. |
Double Dare
02:39
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I’ll be bold
Truth be told
I was the white lie
But I dared to try
A game for two
How good are you
I count cards
Send your Queen regards
Oh don’t make me
Don’t make me
Tell the truth
I’m in a phone booth
With no change to spare
The phone broke it isn’t fair
Call a cab going where
I double dare you
To take me there
Truth or dare
Since you’re a square
What have you done
To have to run
Lost the turn
None if your concern
I said I run too
And I need you
Oh don’t make me
Don’t make me
Tell the truth
I’m in a phone booth
With no change to spare
The phone broke it isn’t fair
Call a cab going where
I double dare you
To take me there
The daring at large
Life can come at no charge
I am just a girl I once knew
So I don’t know what is true
And don’t know what to do
But I met you
And I’ve been in my getaway car
Wondering where you are
Oh don’t make me
Don’t make me
Tell the truth
I’m in a phone booth
With no change to spare
The phone broke it isn’t fair
Call a cab going where
I double dare you
To take me there
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8. |
Broken Record
02:23
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Don’t know why I’m writing this song
I just sit here and sing all day long
They ask me what’s wrong
I say words just don’t belong
No one cares about my music though
My heart is broken they already know
Poured out like liquor with nothing to show
I’m a broken record that won’t let go
I get bored of it all I’ve done so much
Too busy speeding to let in the clutch
Disconnected from a life covered in rust
I might as well say don’t stay in touch
No one cares about my music though
My heart is broken they already know
Poured out like liquor with nothing to show
I’m a broken record that won’t let go
I have nothing much else to say
I guess I’ll sit with my guitar and play
I bring poems to life every day
How to give a dream away
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9. |
Lead Balloon
02:28
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It’s a shitty day
I lost my keys
In the driveway
She’d always say
No guarantees
But I’m still gay
I’m 28 now honey
Late cause time ain’t money
Used to think I was funny
But the jokes on me come see
Cry in the bathroom
Fly your lead balloon
Fuck this shit
She said fuck this shit
New you coming soon
I just sat of the floor
Used to know what door
This key was for
But it’s a skeleton like me
I run but not free
I’m done and I flee
I’m 28 now sweetheart
Head down is not a start
Used to think I was smart
But how did I fall so far apart
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Sunshine Bleeds
02:40
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You’re my beverage on September the sixth
Outside waiting for autumn like Stevie Nicks
Feet up in the lawchairs bakin that brownie mix
I got a soul here for you you’re dyin to fix
This ain’t my first one of those picnics
You gave me a chill
Come whatever will
But may I still
I feel myself distill
So sweet you make me ill
It’s those cowgirl boots you fill
You’re my sunshine bleeding through
at 10 am
Get your cute ass up here’s some clothes with that grin
God damn hungover Sunday again
Singing girl I don’t know where you’ve been
But you’re under my skin
You gave me a chill
Come whatever will
But may I still
I feel myself distill
So sweet you make me ill
It’s those cowgirl boots you fill
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11. |
Flame
02:13
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Are you gonna just sit there
And stare
How is it fair
When I can’t dance and you’re aware
But you watch and don’t dare
Sit in your chair
Oh go take that elsewhere
I can’t dance either
I’m just a firebreather
And you’re the flame
The kerosene in me knows your name
I wrote this song for you all the same
I called and you came
Shy girl don’t shy away
Please stay
Won’t say
What she’s thinking about today
She can’t but I think she may
Child it’s okay
I love you like a night astray
I can’t dance either
I’m just a firebreather
And you’re the flame
The kerosene in me knows your name
I wrote this song for you all the same
I called and you came
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12. |
Employee of the Month
02:33
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Shit for brains wakes up
Mourning the day takes up
The morning and she rakes up
Her pills she gave up
She is the boss and it shows
In her designer clothes
She already knows
It’s a miserable life she chose
I got you I really got you
The joke is mine and on you
Shit for brains sits in his car
In traffic, no shooting star
Could wish him far
Away from a seminar
He is the boss and it shows
By the way he chose
To belittle and impose
A leader by the nose
I got you I really got you
The joke is mine and on you
28 thrown from her new job
She still tries to move on
From a cocoon and new dawn
But the dream was soon gone
She is the outcast and it shows
By the butterfly they expose
But in a way a butterfly grows
She is the one who overthrows
I got you I really got you
The joke is mine and on you
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13. |
Lead Balloon (acoustic)
02:04
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It’s a shitty day
I lost my keys
In the driveway
She’d always say
No guarantees
But I’m still gay
I’m 28 now honey
Late cause time ain’t money
Used to think I was funny
But the jokes on me come see
Cry in the bathroom
Fly your lead balloon
Fuck this shit
She said fuck this shit
New you coming soon
I just sat of the floor
Used to know what door
This key was for
But it’s a skeleton like me
I run but not free
I’m done and I flee
I’m 28 now sweetheart
Head down is not a start
Used to think I was smart
But how did I fall so far apart
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The one woman band from Atlanta, Georgia.
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