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Eight Ball
02:33
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It feels great to be last
Outcast, looked past, eyes glassed, I asked, if I crashed,
Would I burn or just be gashed,
I clashed with something rehashed
Lashed
Out
Trashed
Ate the blast
Eyes flashed
Color contrast, was fast, stone cast, check uncashed
I’m going right in
You don’t have thick skin
You’re afraid of where I’ve been
And you should be when
You won’t win
Take it on the chin, drink your gin, I’m gonna spin, out and then, grin, take us all down like a kingpin
The most important link is not on the chain
Black inked blood in a vein
I’m insane, the bane, I reign, no plain Jane, loss and gain, ball in the chain, even but odd all the same, cocaine, longshot became, the name, open flame, kamikaze is the game, I don’t care who I defame
Behind the eight ball
You stall
Ask again later take the fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Blacked out you call
Out through the hall
I’m the drug that scares you blind after all
Behind the eight ball, climb the wall
Crawl
I am the ruiner you are small
I brawl, blackballed, on cue all and all, sticks break your bones but stones thrown are prone to be carved into me like I was starved for a greeting card, head hard, beyond scarred
I take the fall
Winner take all
Magic eight ball said no
Where do I go
A freak without a show
Kept in the dark you know
Black heart black sheep black ink
Tickle me pink
I’m the new black I think
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2. |
White Ball
02:31
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Did I miss my cue
I came I saw I been knew
Scratch that I stew
In lies of I miss you
Not up to scratch of the few
You miss the point of tried and true
Where is the hue
I was drained out from blue
Now I am numb and make do
I am hit but not through and through
Jarred around; didn’t ask you to
I am judged from the wrong view
I black out like a tattoo
Eight ball comes to
This is a game for 2
I’m not on the chain; I breakthrough
Not plain, lucky 8 insane
Whites of eyes in black domain
Black and white the same
Chalk colored pill; bullet to the brain
Use me; I’m insane
I do not feel pain
Made from scratch not the same
Life is a game
I tame a flame, ready aim, me to blame, no shame, no name, you defame, I’m the bane, no loss no gain
You play wrong I am right as rain
White ball; take the fall
In the pocket; off the wall
Sticks and stones not at all
Sticks break in half in a brawl
Sit at the table now
Scratch away how
I’m serving and take a bow
What are you for; no I’m about
Do not doubt
I shout
Blackout
Rule of three
It’s red I see
Tickle me pink
I sink
They have you beat
I am mistress of defeat
Eight ball takes a seat
I run this street
The one to unseat
I am a scratch sheet
The saboteur is discreet
Off screen dragging her feet
I am on the radar screen, sleek
Everyone has a peak
Hands on; don’t speak
Watch me undress at a boutique
Use me, use me; on a streak
The opposite of blind is white and bleak
White ball; take the fall
In the pocket; off the wall
Sticks and stones not at all
Sticks break in half in a brawl
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3. |
Black and White
02:51
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You do this to yourself
You know
Use you and go
Crack
Go back, no black though
White reaper doesn’t sow
Useful; forgotten even so
She is zero
No zebra stripes to show
Jane doe
Let go
Resin, hard headed, dreaded, dead ended, When did
She take the first blow
Who needs the rainbow
Is that your flag or is that just you
Ghostly anew
No one fears you and like two
You once were blue
Now we’re in the same blood group
Except I’m 8 and you wait for someone to give it to you straight
Neither of us recoup
They’re chains; we’re not in the loop
I like to lie on the roof
I’m lucky and there’s proof
You are aloof
The blood ran out of you when they said shoot
Bulletproof
Absolute
Turn off your mute
You and I make the chute
Movies without sound
Piano keys common ground
A lie, bled dry, black eye, black tie, black ink, let’s drink, I wink, tickled pink, rethink, don’t blink, white sheep, black and blue, what’d you do, white knuckle too
We’re in a black and white photograph
You’re so blank you never laugh
Unwanted; don’t ask
I’m darker than a ski mask
I feel the cracks
You are the white to my blacks
Theres to my backs
We are the outcast
Contrast
Not colorfast
Hit me at last
I swore that black was white
But you’re numb, a floodlight
And I want the black of night
I can’t stand your lack of sight
You’re a blank page and I could write
But oddballs don’t attract even if unlike
Movies without sound
Piano keys common ground
A lie, bled dry, black eye, black tie, black ink, let’s drink, I wink, tickled pink, rethink, don’t blink, white sheep, black and blue, what’d you do, white knuckle too
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Red Green Blue
02:35
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6. |
Brawler
02:38
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Black and white seeing red
Chair to the head
Broken bottle like breaking bread
A shouting mouth bled
Tooth spat out, no mind, go ‘head
The chaos spread
All for one the saboteur said
Or one winner take all instead
One is a yellow-belly that fled
One is the weakest link that pled
Two is blue, who knew, we don’t do, numbers too
A chain is not of a few
Saboteur cuts through
Here ye here ye faces of fuck
Amuck amuck amuck
No, no, don’t blame Lady Luck
The blood is on your hands, who reprimands, no one stands
The ball you struck
The crowd ready to erupt
Shucks
Was it I who chose to obstruct
Bottoms up
I’m no lady, buttercup
Call the fire truck
Gonna be a brawler
A bar crawler
Shot caller
Off the waller
Odd baller
The room got smaller
You holler
Got you on a dog collar
Got change for a dollar
I’m the taker you be the faller
Mad-ball, I call, the brawl, you sprawl, crawl, cue ball, would stall, stick maul, oh doll, I haul, the small, to the wall, stand tall, 8 ball, free-for-all, came all, to the upstairs hall, man catcall, man now fall
All have their pick
It started quick
Broken stick
Beaten sick
High kick
Face meet brick
Reapply lipstick
Saboteur laughs all slick
Lunatic
Cigarette flick
And for my final trick
I just get a kick
Gonna be a brawler
A bar crawler
Shot caller
Off the waller
Odd baller
The room got smaller
You holler
Got you on a dog collar
Got change for a dollar
I’m the taker you be the faller
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7. |
OddBall
02:28
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Am I the one out
Never doubt
I even shout
Blackout
Back out
Drag out
Act out
Snap out
Of this bout
Of I hate being eight
And I hate being late when I wait
No one sees me straight
Odd one cannot equate
Why me, I was great
Always finished my plate
I am sold at a cut rate
Laugh so you don’t cut bait
I am a cut like a drug I state
The record had me down as dead weight
Fear me
Do you hear me
Do not come near me
Is this the year we flee
I cannot be me
Fake my own death, go free
This girl has a scratched knee
No side took me
Play grounded stay bounded
Isn’t she
Teams of 2 not 3
I am the dichotomy
A single black key
Plan b that you’ll never see
I am a need
A new way to bleed
If slow motion tried to speed
Don’t follow my lead
I go where I can reread
The black ink on the white I grieve
The opposite of me is believe
White is naïve
I had to ween
Light I’ve never seen
For a canister of kerosene
Count to 15
I am here for routine
I will ruin you and laugh back
I am inked not painted black
You are chain linked; in a stack
Don’t you want a soundtrack
For the maniac
That you have to keep on track
Don’t let me fall off from the pack
I am not one of you but you do need me back
You have your army but it’s me you lack
I hear a crack
I put the surprise in attack
And I’m not in the suicide pact
Odd ball, they crawl, brawl, whose call, for it all, your life small, hit a wall, take my fall, protocol
You don’t like me well boo
You are who
High and mighty but what do you do
Because I take the cue
And say fuck you
Yeah you’re nothing new
The color blue
Pick a number for you debut
Just a 2
You and whose army of a few
Go be you
You don’t know how to
You may say odd but is that true
When you walk and talk like a blue 2 now, gumshoe
Blackout yet my view Is through and through
Don’t need to count fingers boo
When I already discounted you
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Shark
02:38
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Let’s see some hustle kids
Bustle fuckwits
Little shits
Take the risk
Swing and a miss
I hiss
I blow a kiss
Just a young miss
In your midst
Who hits
It off before you call it quits
I’ll take that shot if the shoe fits
Time permits
Got you on my shit list
I’m the cutest clenched fist
Oh he can’t resist
Class dismissed
Wanna know how far I can bend backwards
I’ll show you after
Oh I’m no pro but you can play master
A lady doesn’t really know the game
Oh but all the same
Put me to shame
Ha.
Ha ha.
It came
Stage name
Open flame
Who can you blame
I frame
You like a ball to tame
I live in fame
Like a gunslinger’s bane
Bullets out of gun, one in your brain
I restrain
You’re a ball on a chain
A leash to train
I am insane
I like throats cut with cocaine
I like money and on acid rain
Sex wrapped in cellophane
I’m fucked let me contain
Oh wax to my wane
Tracks through the pain
I’m a new way into a vein
Your blood loss is my gain
Give it to me plain
A woman knows how to fake it and explain
All the way down the lane
Wanna know how far I can bend backwards
I’ll show you after
Oh I’m no pro but you can play master
Tell me about the weather stunner
I’m a hitter are you a runner
Mr. Big gunner
I’m a hunter
Stunt more like double stunter
I’m coming before thunder
Boy can wonder
You blunder
Go under
Oh brother
Another
Lover
Never blew my cover
I want you to hover
Came to push and I’m a shover
Out of the blue is my color
Sure was a picker upper
From the mugger
The smugger
The hugger
Heart string tugger
To
The eye shutter
Put putter
Gut clutter
Sided bread butter
Corner cutter
Bitch butler
A sucker
You’re a run and ducker
I’m a motherfucker
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Goodest Day
02:32
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I think I’ll have a good day today
10 am, up at 2 again
Summertime, life’s ok
Come whatever may
Take me away
On the byway near the highway
Is my way of going home to stay
It’s Wednesday hit replay
Shawty with the apple bottom jeans means
Baggy sweatpants wardrobe change
I don’t think it’s strange
She’s just got an outfit range
I turn the radio up loud
It’s a good day to surf a crowd
Float on a cloud
It’s a good day to sing
To jump off a swing
Jump on a box spring
Go ahead and jump might as well jump
The fuck does he mean
Ima lose my nose ring
God damn that thing
Good day to be the dancing Queen
On the edge of seventeen
Must a been about seventeen
Going on eighteen
Send a limousine
I got a seventh stream
For this week but seems
I’m just having dreams
In California’s sunbeams
I’m getting my fur boots and jeans
Let’s bend backwards to miss the law
Let’s catapult someone on a seesaw
Let’s count to three and draw
Let’s both draw a straw
And see who’s first to drop their bra
I pulled up to the liquor store
Skipped to the door
Lime juice, ginger beer, score
I’m a Vodka whore
I am Russian to the core
I am Russian to a dance floor
I don’t feel sad anymore
Today is a good day like I swore
Don’t ask me what for
I got dressed and what’s more
Is that I walked out my fucking door
I walked right up to her and smiled
Like me she had been a problem child
Exiled
Maybe old fashioned or out of style
But I asked if she wanted to be wild
Let’s be together for a while
You make my heart sing for miles
Let’s bend backwards to miss the law
Let’s catapult someone on a seesaw
Let’s count to three and draw
Let’s both draw a straw
And see who’s first to drop their bra
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10. |
Don't Need Sorry
02:04
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I don’t forgive you cause you’re not sorry
Was van Gogh’s night actually starry
Was the spark to start me like with a car key so darkly that I could hardly help but to be tardy to my own party
We’re at a stalemate or are we
Me and whose army
I don’t forgive you cause you’re wrong
You don’t belong in a song when you run along
You fucked me and all I have to say is so long
Fare thee fucking well
You yawn
Used to be bent on
But I calmly went on after time spent on was foregone like once upon
A time I could rhyme about vengeance but now I’m a punch line and it’s fine because I don’t shine and people don’t take what’s mine
Just a warning sign
Lie down in the riptide no
No longer cried
No one cares that you lied
No one cares that my hands were tied
That a side of me died
Besides
You can have it cause I have no pride
I hope you’re satisfied
Assisted suicide
I finally let it go to say
Doesn’t matter anyway
I’ll never see the day
Don’t need sorry to walk away
Listen up you fucking fuck faces
I’m moving on but I’m leaving my traces
The torn out pages
The story that went off the spine in places
I’m taking the key to the cages
Like this was painless
The street rainless
The stainless
Steel marks don’t heal
I once was never chain-less
Am I blameless
You are shameless
I am nameless
But tameless
I left famous
A heinous
Drug greatness
Too lateness
Faithless
For a sadist
So what replaces
The empty spaces
That defaces
Time spent in hell of all places
You tried to ruin me
Continuity
Lucency
Mutiny
Suited me
Do you agree
Not your cup of tea
I fought free
I went on a spree
TNT
Explosion girl counted down from three
Nothing to see
No guarantee
You’re not sorry see
Because it’s me
Because it’s not your reality
I finally let it go to say
Doesn’t matter anyway
I’ll never see the day
Don’t need sorry to walk away
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grey
02:58
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In the basement alone
A stone thrown
A stone’s throw away
From a stone cold someday
They’ll never pay
What does it take to betray
A throne unknown, in the way
Set ablaze they say
Queen in an ashtray
No work all play
Where do the lost stay
They all lied didn’t they
Never the time of day
They didn’t want a stray
I lived in a black and white array
But the indigo sky turned grey
What if I went blind
I think I had for a time
Not a sound mind
The whites of my eyes shined
But fault lines confined behind
I lose what I won’t find
Down no beaten path, the line
Darkness suits me fine
I sit like in a goldmine
The opposite of cloud nine
Pain scale was derailed and jailed as a 9
Of the 5 stages of grief I was one out of five
White hurt my eyes, so defined
I never knew sunshine
Black suits me fine
Just not back and white combined
That’s a lot of gray but it don’t matter
Don’t matter anyway
Let it be said
That red
Is color wheeled but was in its own instead
And I dread
It going to my head
I pled
Should I be dead
The color went out as I fled
I found a new way to be bled
I’m sitting in an empty bathtub
Grayscale I cannot snub
I cannot scrub
Off the lost love
The dream I must get rid of
When I do not watch myself from above
Turn off the old movie I give up
Throw up
Blow up
This shit and don’t show up
To tomorrow to sew up
Whatever showed up
Of me from the dump truck
Just what the fuck
Did I do for this luck
And why am I stuck
In maybe sos, I don’t knows, how it goes, not what I chose, nothing grows, I am prose, I am open then close, I am goes to shows, I am who knows where do I goes
Where do I go from here, fear, near and dear, nearly a deer, in the headlights dear, drear, they steer, don’t veer, girl gone all clear
This was not my best year
Or life where I chose to persevere
That’s a lot of gray but it don’t matter
Don’t matter anyway
Where do I go
With nothing to show
Tooth and nail failed long ago
Where’s the sunshine to my rainbow
There was never a pot of gold I’m told but as I grow old I know it’s what you owe
Nothing to reap from the sow
Such is life though
And I have not a single duck in a row
I have a shadow
Taller than redwoods grow
On the grey scale I was a I don’t know
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12. |
Old Long Since
04:00
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I’m an amnesiac
Insomniac
In a blister pack
Knickknack
Almanac
Picked up slack
Sidetrack
Pitch black
Payback
22 blackjack
Counterattack
No…come back
I crack
Don’t make eye contact
Forget the way in; the way back
The sky was lilac
I found the needle in the haystack
It was there to distract
I’m syntax they redact
I was tracked
Neither here nor there
Nor theres and backs
I remember now that I was kidnapped
I try to forget the page
The cage, offstage, I rage
You can see my rib cage
The wear of the dog days
The memory stays
The memory outweighs
The blaze
Where is the rampage
A fall guy never pays
When he’s calling all the plays
I’m the one that everyone blames
I paraphrase
Hell will not raise
But I fanned the flames
The weakest link was in my chains
Days gone by
I don’t know why
I grow old but don’t comply
Friends don’t reply
Don’t say goodbye
Time passes by
Like a train that caught my eye
What money can’t buy
Is an eye for an eye
Hope that runs dry
A martyr heaves a sigh
I want a new battle cry
For old times sake
Let me think that you eat cake
And that I can overtake
And make
A snake in the grass
Break
I’m a mistake
I wake
At 2am, a foot on the brake
I rewind the videotape
And try to scrape
Myself off
But cannot escape
Old long since
I cannot rinse
Off the unknown tense
Of leaving footprints
Chain link fence
Their line of defense
I brave it in a sense
And a trap presents
I am a song nobody knows
I have words nobody knows
I was meaningless to compose
I’ll tell you how it goes
Forget it all and beware of those
Who admire your prose
Who throws
A rose
At all your shows
Bulldoze
Whatever grows
After the music slows
And you begin to doze
And fall into the pool wearing clothes
Make your storybook close
Keep your song but transpose
Don’t look back for shadows
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The one woman band from Atlanta, Georgia.
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