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Early Demos

by That's Science!

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Cum Burp 00:36
i didn't know what i had, now i know what i lost off to nameless, faceless, unknown son of a bitch on the straight and narrow now, less shame during days but still hivin' with allergic five-month itch she swallowed, licked her lips, teary-eyed look happy, satisfied, "my compliments to the cook" our culinary fun has just begun it's rude if she don't do it when she's done line out the door, what a bore thought this might be life, now it seems life must be more the new one said let's bake another batch i kicked her ass out, that ain't a match
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anti-body moderate exposure where did it come from, this high self-esteem? how is everybody living the dream? merit subjective, a self-deluded scene improvement of character is so last century everybody’s happy and dancing in the streets when the Clench bug comes we’ll watch these happy people bleed immunity CBT you’re so clever, you’re so cute your safe smug lines make me wanna fuckin’ puke popular sound bites delivered then claimed spit up something new, please, even only half-baked where is the depression, where’s authenticity? social flu ingested, now people feeling weak peer-approval anti-contrarian gold stars for nodders, blackened integrity we’ll let dissenters live but they must do so underground everyone smiles, everyone claps everybody likes a joke what’s punchline can’t be found everybody’s in-crowd, unless you throw off-suit iron your uniform, then stand up and salute
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PC Police 00:53
pc police what do you think of me? explain to me my intentions behind my own speech with a wave of the hand and a sigh, you roll your eyes to the right and scold me like a child who won't crash at night pc police why'd you fire me? all i did was say a thing that we all think but a hypocrite's always right so HR said goodbye black reputation now strideth before I pc police don't put the bleep on me censor reverence, not comedy pc police why the sensitivity? laughter and tough-skin help wounds not cut too deep pc police you crashed a fun party we know you're not sincere, please take your leave getting blown by teens while you condemn a cheat pc policeman you're a creep
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Full-Size 04:51
see that man perched on box making compelling speech he has some good ideas but all words should be free see that man selling words "come join me at my show" he sings sweet melodies don't expect me to go one man should not trust a crowd over discrimination I like ideas not clubs membership can quickly melt decent into ugly drunk and puking, dizzy in the dark it was hedonism but it sure smelled like a heart I got mixed up, confused by pretty parts some kinda bullshit attracted me close Mademoiselle, je veux un plus brown curves in bed, yeah they made a nice design against white walls and a barren home so stupid for thinking I don’t belong alone you know first-hand the plight of over-thought maybe pukin’ lines I force-fed you you swore that you’d tell the truth now I lock my bedroom door at night and when I dream the demons they sneak over the line they know a crack when they see one and a solitary sap sleeping on his side how can you burn a fellow man? collect the drippings then discard ‘em later on then piled wax is all that’s left a soft and weak foundation to build weak houses on I never thought I’d be abused by you harmless and sweet mistook for truth you said that you suffer, too
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i thought i used to be in love with you i used to think you loved me too a puppet dancing don't know there's a string he says it really feels like i'm moving well i hope it turns out my cynicism's right about happiness and other folks i hope your feelings turn out not all right i hope regret fucks up your nights most houses don't get built whole but i thought your presence patched my holes i hope your mouth is full of broken teeth i hope comfort stifles your soul pulling on strings getting yanked around misinterpreting feelings it'll always be a thing until it's figured out but we'll never think there's no meaning i hope you feel like you can't breathe every time you think of me i hope your life is cringing gritted teeth oh i can't stand the thought of you happy
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this is a valid option: shut up, put your head down, and play no rules, no prize for winning; that's the best kind of game hard fast action and pliable definitions make for fun stressed with black and white rules set makes for a boring someone let's see if we can increase handcuffs on human brains let's see if we can minimize the ways to live outside constraints to do what's been seen without knowing why, this is an act unclean unaware of idiocy (the dumb man's destiny) no difference if dumb men decide to flex or to ignore their brains no matter whether movements earn respect or stand as acts of shame for every one change six-thousand stupid sound bites stay the same no distinction between win or lose, that's our kind of game
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today I heard a mommy teaching her boy math with a furious cringe, perhaps a teeth-gritted grin I can remember how it feels to let a genuine laugh slip well then last night I thought that maybe things had just gone to bullshit but I honestly can admit to stories now and then at the passing sight of lovely proper feminine fashion here's a way to wait out fate in miserable state tomorrow morning I'll see a big black sun greeting me the light of the day blocked out, opaque stony sun rays so now the question comes: what's this thesis mean? so explanatory nets mundane neutrality and so this talking block slows to crawl in quick-setting concrete I've been known, y'know, to take a beautiful thing and to start smashing
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popped before sunrise, but light’s gonna shine today we’re warming up to sprint and pitchfork through the hay now we can perceive things been brushin’ at our face now men and monsters can fight each other for the common space throughout time they’ve been here unseen now someone’s flipped the switch on the Resonator machine now we’re digging fingers deep into the itch now we’ve gone stark mad, we’re making Science our bitch hacking down deep exposes the blood well deep within obsession produces progress while Sloth is a sin now we see the treachery been swimmin’ ‘round and snappin’, been shielded by invisibility to see them might mean that you as well maybe might get seen must hump in ample gear, we must dig our trenches deep! must tuck oneself into bed with the blind amoebic beast Awareness shows us things not-so-fun to believe all these weaknesses can lead to sacrificing flesh violation might be vanquished with driven stubbornness one kills one’s own beasts with one’s own head and one’s own hand or maybe one gets eaten like a gingerbread man always all around, they’re proliferating now must attack the ones we see to keep their numbers down every beast is mortal when its weaknesses are seen we have tools in our hands, Awareness has been unleashed! the Resonator runs itself, this battle is half-won shine the spotlight on the lurking things and slay ‘em one by one!
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loudmouth boasts protect frightened fragile guts she seeks the spotlight out most of her words don't rat her out she'll say what it seems she should say mimicry's the easiest way weak and thus imperative to display a front too weak to weather the sting of a scoff from anyone so she shuts herself up and gives just what they claim they want so she worked out the act learned it's tough to discard the mask (she's got some thoughts but got no guts) and easier to weld the mask on than to discard the act (adoption's easy, giving birth is tough) different loyalties avowed depending on surrounding crowds but simply mouthing words just ain't the truth the uttering of honesty has proven to be quite daunting unless all your peers agree with you the soft little girl is weak pretends tough but I'd love to see vulnerability bravely embraced by the weak weakness: what a powerful thing
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two victims of Circumstance with no one to blame upbringing and internal drives all came to play I stared across a table into blue-eyed stone dead end I sprinted 'til halted by a looming monolith how dare you, Circumstance, deprive me? I've invested precious years of misery return to me some point of profit, lest I lose faith in a creed that alternates a cold chaos with serene mercy well I accept, Circumstance, your challenge for me to defy you to not give in, to walk through the flames with grace events converge with no solution in shoehorned blame conflicting pasts and presents all came to play
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lips aquiver brain afraid to spit the wrong word out irrational fears 'cause I've been speaking for years right when you stutter is when the jukebox goes dim spotlight's on he's prompted now the countdown begins plane going down elicits not a feeling a couple of thoughts but nothing worth jotting down
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after getting drunk and punching you out you know I knew that I'd miss you I gotta get my foot back in the door so I can touch, know, and kiss you well there's nothing wrong with me except disturbed morality I'm nothing but silly and sweet and broken personality and it's disturbing, too, the way you say yes to me hingeless doors leaned up against walls don't provide much security and you're a little hingeless, too and love's all tangled up with abuse the hope for warmth in bed balanced by me stomping over you well what's a couple punches betwixt lovers and addicted friends? and where's the harm in repeating mistakes and making honest amends? the imperfect should be quarantined dumb blunders may not be redeemed the demons among us must never be allowed to breathe well we walk amongst normal men we show our fangs and claws now and then I'll see you in your bed tonight, baby, and tomorrow again
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Dry Town 02:47
rolled into town with thirst deep in our bones we were parched 400 miles from home we walked into the first watering hole we laid our $50 down but the bartender said no cute brunette waitress showed a lot through her clothes she cracked a bottle held it under my nose said look and smell but you may never taste and laughed as disappointment crept across my face big bald bartender kept his eye on the booze said, "I'll guard these gates and be goddamned if I lose!" he invited us to parties all through the night his caveat: our promise to keep our whistles dry that was our short trip through a dry dry town the fix we searched for never did get found highway, please take us far away well I've seen it in Watford, ND seen it in Douglas, WY, too I found myself stuck down in NM thank God these dry towns are far between and few at the city sign dry town behind in the mirror we all looked back when we heard a crowd cheer they drank and sang and spilled out into the street we exited that dry town in utter sober defeat
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Feral People 02:33
what am i capable of being? the truth comes out at night when I can't sleep dark garage feral people are creeping they somehow stole in now wait for sane eyes to gleam all throughout the neighborhood windows are black and sleeping eyes are closed somewhere out in lonely countryside a madman puts his thumb up when headlights approach canvas comes to life but only in dreams reality is slicing open girls at the seams dog food to dogs as people to feral people but only if we grimace can we lend it meaning pitch black night down stairs i creep praying that i only heard an old house creak awakened from dreams filled with agonized shrieks praying that the truth will be proven less bleak some things were truth but true things seem to be changing we softened ourselves assumed we'd always be king obtained what we wanted now it seems we got greedy then Nature pulled a fast one and she swept out our feet sun coming up a body mauled in the street even as it freezes it continues to bleed she once was a wife a beloved woman now bloody and dead the bite marks clearly human
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Bite-Size 01:13
drunk and puking, dizzy in the dark it was hedonism but it sure smelled like a heart I got mixed up, confused by pretty parts some kinda bullshit attracted me close Mademoiselle, je veux un plus brown curves in bed, yeah they made a nice design against white walls and a barren home so stupid for thinking I don’t belong alone you know first-hand the plight of over-thought maybe pukin’ lines I force-fed you you swore that you’d tell the truth now I lock my bedroom door at night and when I dream the demons they sneak over the line they know a crack when they see one and a solitary sap sleeping on his side how can you burn a fellow man? collect the drippings then discard ‘em later on then piled wax is all that’s left a soft and weak foundation to build weak houses on I never thought I’d be abused by you harmless and sweet mistook for truth you said that you suffer, too
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well it's been a third of my years now I've been cutting off little pieces they seemed like extras like little black flapping diseased bits maybe there's a blade out there for all of us who don't get relief maybe i accidentally killed a part of me that i needed but i spent a day now not feeling bad it's okay i feel crazy today i feel just fine knowing i'll never see my day maybe i just got used to the sound of drip drip drip drip drip in my ear or maybe i just found out the hurt is in the blow not the bleeding maybe we don't know all there is to know about these humans maybe we'll never know why we do what we do maybe it's better to never know how bad things could be if we knew the secret perhaps long after bafflement there turns out a reason well now there's plenty of proof to show that things ain't stopping getting steeper i'm chain-smoking fucked-up phases chugging twelvers of fear look at all these weapons around look at these violent hands with nothing to do well now a third of my day is gone lost to clutching tight the times i've been burned and taking inventory looking for more little pieces to excise maybe in the morning all these screaming wounds will only be sore maybe that ache will remind me just for today maybe just for today the knife can go back in the drawer
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strong is the feeling against which i rebel i know i'll still be standing still when the bell begins to move we'll all be standing still until we start to move we'll all be standing still when the bell begins its move locked between long legs and locked in a cell everybody's pitching questions nobody cares what all the answers are people all commit to their cards they all seem possessive of their bets too many people locked in their hearts too few locked in their heads strong are the madmen who control one man's will eyes can't see through windows when they're fixed on the sill stronger grows the virus, deceptively still but driven the injection that will realize the kill

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released April 13, 2012

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