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Perfect Death Forever

by Licehead

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1.
(Never start anything with a description of the weather) It was a dark and stormy night and the rain came down in torrents And a farmer said to his son Jack "Jack? Jaaack?! Never pay VAT, USC or KGB my son Never build a workhorse you can't outrun The centre can't hold a candle -stick Last one stuck hits the light switch Smells like New Labour Serving curried favour My excess accepts visa debit laser I'm moving to the city now... Lived this life so many times I learned my lines, I can't remember can't remember In a mason tryst, yes, it still exists and I'm a member - I'm dismembered There's work going in the data mines, subsidised, advertised in late september or november Granddad buried in the silver mines, where to find, where to find I can't remember, can't remember But why do I want it? Why can't I have it? Where is the line when I  can stop pretending? Why do you have it? why do I long for it? Where is the line when I can stop living? Been up on my funereal grind, how to find who's left behind? I cant remember, can't remember There's calls coming on the other line Letter bomb was addressed wrong Return to sender- turned to embers Roads to sail before you die It's not a sale, you still can't by You ever watch a buses brain blown out in the wind come on slowly, come on slowly. Play in the ruins of baby boomers, riddled with tumours, only listen to rumours Electoral search came back numeric, Our money's worth - entail homeric all my dreams are stripped all back to ferric, Cyclical cycle promotes own merits Last train back to the sticks A one horse town with just one trick Interned to a carrot stick The secret to success is somehow compensating for a shriveled ______ This is a story about how I moved up to the city to pursue a future in the ________, only to discover a ghost inside myself. The creature cursed to eternal life incarnated inside my own body. Dissatisfied with the life it could achieve, or I could achieve, it decided to take my life via drownin I have to make peace with this so I suggest you do to. Because we might never find what we seek. Perfect Death Forever
2.
Comin' in off the wind – I’m in pulled up at a bus stop in a bin truck Pointing at the back yelling “Get In!” If rubbish compacts to sin When the devil plays your hand you better been practicing I'm a nobodaddy longlegs feeding on your fear Laying swollen eggs in the canal of your ear And we all hate ya, free soup takers, assorted pricks and accent fakers I'm a supreme feen, a bilious spleen, outside the school trying to but some green Your feels aren't real – So I wont debate it Art don't pay rent it just helps inflates it Entombed dereliction, consuming's my addiction Got a letter from the government about my eviction Who's the man with the master plan Who's the one who amassed the land And controls left brain with right hand Before the vultures pick me apart I'll bury my knee in your wounded heart Maybe if you killed yourself maybe it'd make me feel better Beer in my hand, needle in my eye – just glistening I'm supposed to be at work your missing your son's christening Why do you send your kids to communion class when you know they raped your father Why you gotta drool back in the glass and pass it off as fresh water Who's the man with the master plan Who's the one who amassed the land Control whole worlds with right hand With a brain in the the sand Cooling off with a plastic fan Clutching plastic bag full of fake tan Look alive look alive but I'm dead inside Don't think i made it past 25 Tear ducts taped shut and emotions are cut i just do what i can to surive Listening to Suicide while planning my suicide Each 24 is a standard demise I pray to my goddess, to Eris - 23 skidoo sinister john dillinger with the walls i walk through Nose stuck closed while I was sniffing glue Bank's bust i stick on 22 Nose stuck from sniffing on glue 21 questions and the answer to none is you New Cúchulainn Pale and Sullen Woke up on a floor in south east dublin The place smells like creatine And perfume samples from magazines Memory seems to have got away clean As if nothing has ever bin or been We blind the cyclops, so we're back to black ops I'm in a flack jacket in the back trying to slack off
3.
behold a damp lung
4.
The Flood 06:12
Water surrounds an island city mound Secrets safe and sound, walls fall on mouths they surround Ran the river aground so few cannot be found Pause for round of applause – from those on all fours And when the sun draws down, I'll stick to this bushel of crowns 'Til the morning sounds, and all that's grey conforms back to brown And I cannot relate the reason for my hate Andy appears right here, cloaked in all my fears And his liver is set in stone bronzed by regret Sight seen obscene – not stood for by anyone in this scene But could you be my border? Where my body breaks the water I'm in a mess – I'm a glaze of happiness When I appear from burned jawbone gorse – motive unclear And when she's undressed, she looks like Rudolf Hess The sweet smell of success, the foul stench of all else Just align crack and subjugate We have been defined by this fate of late When you phone home to masturbate The prodigal son has become incarnate He hesitates – everytime that she calls up late
5.
Need somewhere to live man? I know a place I'm at the hotel, motel, co-living space I'm living in a coffin place my ashes in a vase At the hotel, motel, co-living space 21 grand job in the city, it's not great Spend 50 on pints, dance to songs that you hate At the indie disco set in 2008 "Let's all meet up when our bodies integrate!" I'm in the mindful room, miming a happy tune I'm in my new home, I hope you join me soon What...? Say what? You'll have to speak up there someone wanking in my sock now I'm not begging your forgiveness I'm begging your pardon Who needs a place to cook? Who needs a garden? All I need is walls, who needs privacy? Cause some spectral engineer thinks he's better than me Need somewhere to live man? I know a place I'm at the hotel, motel, co-living space My heart is a coffin place my ashes in a vase At the hotel, motel, co-living space Excuse me please, could you get out of reception? We've got the blue-shirts coming in to celebrate their election Just go to your room, you can sit and wait But room service is for guests not you homeless ingrates Don't get irate, just get it straight Keep your head out of sight, you can stay up late Just as long as you know, this is your final fate With neon walls who needs a garden? I'm begging your pardon Who needs four walls ? Who needs privacy? These spectral engineers think they're better than me
6.
Centuries of damp locked inside our heads Somehow we've all become illiterate Weston water world is up ahead These roads are made up of the dead Last week a thresher took off Andrew's arm Hazards of cocaine on the farm While you wait for keys- cut teeth understanding this state is not enough for release “the pub is filled with actors in this part swimming in regret and a sea of guinness farts” Centuries of damp inside our heads How the fuck did we become conservatives How do you find the time To commune in both times And what have you done to keep us from this fate Besides tenuously worded letters of complaint “Heat memory tends to fade first” When all roads lead to home Why would you ever find the need to roam
7.
In sensing these white widows we are concerned with mourning after White women in all the windows – this could be amsterdam or Cabra He whispers in my love's ear – I recorrect my scoli-itic slouch But I know I'm going home with her to sleep on her couch Would you come up and meet me? Just promise to not believe me Decieve me completely and wipe all of my drives Your face is wide and open I'll build a farm on it and raise some expectations but when organ harvest comes around It's just self preservation You're just another drowning palindrome You're a problem that wont dissolve in your own solution I cannot eat your flesh and bone I need a soya soylent substitution Stop me if I'm repeating myself Something was concealed in ourselves Up sleeves then onto a shelf The bleakness inherits the wealth The meek can inherit themselves Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself Stop me if I'm repeating myself . . . ....White Death: I walked into the sea and watched white death wash all over me I walked into the sea and watched white death wash all over me Breathing in the brine, I'm lost in the source of the sine Breathing in the brine, I'm lost in the source drowning in the sine The waves dance peak to peak Lo and behold – the secret of Thatcher's Gold, We've all got a price – turns out it's quite low There's something in the wash, where the time slows Bored brains broadcast my shadow

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Perfect Death Forever is the second album by licehead.
It is about reincarnation, nesting loops and infinite deaths.

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released November 16, 2020

written, recorded and performed by licehead
with:
Naoise Roo - vocals on The Flood (vocals engineered by Jamie Hyland)
Kerry Guinan - vocals on Ego Death + Taxes

Dedicated to all my dead friends and those yet to die.

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