sweatshop

by Pale Eyes

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this mixtape features tracks produced by pale eyes between aug. 2010 and aug. 2013.

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released August 6, 2013

written, performed, and produced by pale eyes.
mastered by martin horn at digital bird studios.
album art by cale weir w/ photos by lisa myers.

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Track Name: kltr kma
These bloody needs the body’s fee;
you must be hungry just to be.
It was the sun that taught your lungs to breathe
for a mesh of metaphor with a mouth for the meat.

So call it what you want to;
call it what you need.
You’ve been staring at the screen lately
living out a let down.
Call it what you want to;
call it what you need.
You got everything you want now
waiting for the big come down.

Your culture your culture your culture
your culture coma.

Cause I’m the beast in the mea culpa stance,
and we cannot begin by calling off the dance.
I’m the bitch in the suicidal pose,
and we cannot begin by taking off our clothes.

So take the fist and take this kiss,
and take our common helplessness,
cause the very very body you resist
is the flesh upon which all this subsists.

So call it what you want to;
call it what you need.
You’ve been staring at the screen lately
living out a let down.
Call it what you want to;
call it what you need.
You got everything you want now
waiting for the big come down.

Your culture your culture your culture
your culture coma.

For I’m the beast in the mea culpa stance,
and we cannot begin by calling off the dance.
I’m the bitch in the suicidal pose,
and we cannot begin by taking off our clothes.

So call it what you want to;
call it what you need.
You’ve been staring at the screen lately
living out a let down.
Call it what you want to;
call it what you need.
You got everything you want now
Track Name: empathy exhaustion (also sprach Sarahthustra)
we’re honestly going nowhere
sincerity’s not gonna pay my way
you know there’s no point in trying
but don’t screw up
good fucking luck

doncha try to tell me try to tell me
don’t you tell me
I don’t want to hear it
I’m so tired I’m so tired I’m so tired
so tired of feeling guilty
misery tyranny celebrity infamy
keep your saddening bullshit
an epistle on fire meant to make a man cry
well I don’t want to hear it

so this is life it’s some big show
and there’s more to it than regret you know
but not much more
not much more
and if you’re not buying in
what the fuck are you singing for?

we’re honestly going nowhere
sincerity’s not gonna pay my way
you know there’s no point in trying
but don’t screw up
good fucking luck

dejame ir
porque sufrir?

I never wanna die and I never wanna pay
but some debt is genetic
so we all fall oh we all fall down
stick our babies with the back rent

so this is life it’s some big show
and there’s more to it than what you owe
but not much more
not much more
and if you won’t make love
what the fuck are you here for?

we’re honestly going nowhere
sincerity’s not gonna pay my way
you know there’s no point in trying
but don’t screw up
good fucking luck

dejame ir
porque sufrir?

lemme lemme go
let me out of here

we’re going nowhere
Track Name: the consolation of action
i’ve done such violence
to the manifold
so that I can no longer enjoy it passively

she went away from here
and went away from me too
and when she got home
she belonged to nobody
she said you’ve got to learn to live with yourself
no more striving for nobody else

something’s gotta give, can’t go on this way
calling it a need was your mistake

something’s got give can’t go on this way
whisper on the wing what you forsake

wake up the grace has fled
amplified daily dread
first day of the rest of your life
breaking across your head

have you been misinformed?
do you really not know what you do?
what were you crying for?
sweatshop livestock auto-tune?

oh, nosferatu, who live on death and poor health--
oh, porno kingdom cum--
we cannot afford this wealth

something’s gotta give can’t go on this way
calling it a need was your mistake

something’s got give can’t go on this way
whisper on the wing what you forsake

something’s got give can’t go on this way
system on the brink of a bad break
Track Name: figure / ground
some day you’ll find your heartbreak is total
you fucked it all over
and you’ll find the ground won’t decline for what’s figure

there’s no more to wake up to

out behind the city walking the rails at night
this disjecta in half life
you stupid boy: fatal love for the darkest intimacies
didn’t count on their tyrannies
tired eyes: live your life for a pay cheque

you have no more to give in to

oh, there’s no easy way out
but you’re fine now

oh, there’s no easy way out
but you’re fine now

some day you’ll find your heartbreak is total
you fucked it all over
and you’ll find the ground won’t decline for what’s figure

there’s no more to wake up to
Track Name: Trust
I can’t stand the look on your face
it must be coming soon
pardon me, I can’t dare to ask you:
what’s been going on
Track Name: lonely girls
All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl
(I can’t just fall in love like you phonies).
All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl.

How many times do I have to break down?
The shit I do is not for you it’s just, you know —
it’s complicated.
Haven’t I, oh, haven’t I, oh, haven’t I been good to you?
For all that you know, I’ve been nothing but true.


Oh, oh, this little life;
it keeps its petty pace
for dudes with their hard-ons,
while you and I just suffocate.

All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl
(It’s not your fault. Don’t say, ‘I’m sawry.’).
All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl.

Oh, and I’ll leave the light on
(I won’t be sleeping anyway).
And I’ll leave the light on
(so we can make believe it’s day).
And I’ll leave the light on
(so you can see my gaping eyes).

And I’ll leave the light on and on and on
you go.

All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl!
All of my life I’ve been such a lonely girl!

Oh, oh, this little life;
it keeps its petty pace
for dudes with their hard-ons,
while you and I just suffocate.

Oh, oh, this little life;
it keeps its petty pace
for chicks with their hard-ons,
while you and I just suffocate.

Oh, oh, this little life;
it keeps its petty pace
for dudes with their hard-ons,
while you and I just suffocate.
Track Name: philosophka
Oh, the whole world’s a heartbreak:
It’s not enough to stay alive, still every baby’s gotta cry.
You take it as an inspiration,
so you’re the celebrated queen of just barely getting by.

Don’t speak of tomorrow and much less today, nor of truth and lies— what does it matter anyway?

Just don’t fuck me over.

Here in the crotch of the cliché,
here in the belly of a world that is aching for to die,
I wonder do I disappoint you,
or is it only me who’s expectations are so high.

I find the whole thing rather charming,
that every spasm of my will just prolongs the fantasy,
and so I’m trapped behind my closed eyes,
as you list the things we’ll buy when we win the lottery.

Don’t speak of tomorrow and much less today, nor of truth and lies— what does it matter anyway?

Just don’t fuck me over.

Don’t fuck me over.

Don’t fuck me over. Don’t fuck me.

Spoiled for choice don’t make me free,
this is a necessity.

We can hardly think we’ll make it on on on.

It’s not what it’s supposed to be
(whatever that’s suppose to mean).

We can hardly think we’ll make it on on on.
Track Name: little rain
I’m sure there’ll come a time when you’ll tell me that you’re not my little boy—I never wished to make such a claim, but I guess I’ve had to adjust, my baby Oedipus.
You’re daddy’s Sisyphus.

A little rain will fall. And that’s all.
So close your eyes and let it rain.

I made my babies go suicidal, who loved me ‘cause I was a wild king of every careless destruction, but not fucking it up is brand new. I’ll try it out for you, but that’s the best that I can do.

A little rain will fall. And that’s all.
So close your eyes and let it rain.

And one should never be resigned, but I must say, I’m disinclined to see you for the dream you are, little boy, for I know what dreams can become. It’s better to play numb. What’s gonna come, will come.

So close your eyes and let it rain.
Track Name: cry out your goddamned eyes at the movies
I’m a big big phony
love me anyway
I’m a big big phony
love me anyway

you can’t really know all the lies that you tell yourself
you can’t really see the constellation of ties
that bind you to the core and the brink of your fitter self
babies in your head who are screaming out for war

I’m a big big phony
love me anyway
I’m a big big phony
love me anyway

and if I’m a mean motherfucker
why don’t you just go away?

there’s a fiction that you need for the work of the willing self
a story for your days so they’re falling out in lines
go ahead and rage at the wrack of the world itself
go ahead and rail cause the real doesn’t mind

you kicked it in the head
but you know you really hurt yourself
lying in your bed with your chair against the door
you found that you were wrong
that’s no news to the choir
sister’s got the blues but she’s hurtin for some more

I’m a big big phony
love me anyway
I’m a big big phony
love me anyway

and if I’m a mean motherfucker
why don’t you just go away?

another maniac mammal
still you wanna be my baby

another maniac mammal
still you wanna be my baby

now can you tell me who’s crazy here?

another maniac mammal
another maniac mammal
Track Name: Sarah says
Honey, don’t quit.
Don’t quit.
Keep fighting it.

You have seen how these people just take, and now you are giving it.

A sweet little girl, a monstrous girl,
they wanted to teach you your size.
For five years they’d watch you go blind with tears:
the penalty for your clear eyes.

So don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore.
So don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore.

So you go down to the pawnshop in the rain
to sell his rings,
but you’d never get to spend the money.

Sarah said you’d rather sleep on the floor
than in that hateful bed;
should I believe her, honey?

Oh, show no mercy!
Oh, show no mercy, now!

And don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore:
unforgiven, let them have your fire.
And don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore:
unforgiven, let them have your fire.

Who would have thought that I wouldn’t come to save you,
wracked as I was by the limit of my will?
I was such a sick child, lonely and a sick child,
hands of a man and a penchant for the kill.

Who would have thought that I wouldn’t come to save you,
lost as you were to your unremitting pain?
You were such a hurt girl, lying in the dirt girl,
bloodied by a man who would ever be your bane.