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Someone Who Isn't Me

by What Moon Things

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1.
Quit 04:56
what makes you so goddamn blue? your eyes are caves and i'm a slave for you we've lost our innocence it's like your mama said (swimming in your autumn) I got no money in my pocket I am broke as hell i am trying to measure up, quit drinking for september, hungover on a burned bridge swimming in your autumn swimming in my longing never quick to quit never quick to quit Im blackin in memories crackling we've lost our innocence it's like your mama said I got money in my pocket I am broke as hell Ive got some dreams to sell but im still raking leaves no need to pick my lock money grows on trees hello, my name is SWIM
2.
17 03:47
I was once 17 now bow to me I'm a living organism or a dying dream stained on young nicotine teeth defaced with sickness we receive like the unholiest loneliness we only seem to perceive I was once 17 I was once a wet dream in between your nightmares conceived with a gashing of passion you bleed like you want to be 17 I was once 17 and you were once like me fist-splt the chain-link pour yourself another drink ah, such a poets wet dream
3.
went to that party down the street, they were dancing on tables and drowning in their sleep. I got so drunk I forgot who I was, my face lit up like a question mark. and somehow I made it home, had an argument with the glass in my front door. I got so drunk I forgot who I was, my face lit up like a question here's to the gravel apathy, the winding of springs. at the party down the street I'll be reading magazines slip some codeine in my tea, we'll get wasted and weird together. here's to the sunsets on your headstone, we're cool now, I'm thankful
4.
Carpet Farm 03:32
a couple notes on your lion teeth file me down, quote a book of poetry some little kid's epileptic fits, honey i don't give a shit just let me dance for your money cuz i don't wanna cause you any harm i'll sleep on the carpet but not to carpet farm you lay awake while I fall asleep your mind's alive listening to my heartbeat to my blood beat i don't wanna cause you any harm i'll sleep on the carpet but not to carpet farm
5.
Renfield 04:47
O grandma, what big eyes you have can you see into my socio-past? I could shake all night, I'm such a loser Beck and the lady of my night, she's not turning back these eyes are holes under this whitewashed sheet O grandma, what big teeth you have well i'm clinical vampire or a cynical ghost silhouette peeks through the window a movie shriek and a sigh I've known i'm clinical vampire or a cynical ghost sorry granny, but before you bite i'll be filling my cup o granny what a long snout you've got can you smell me my home, soiled can you smell my rock more dead than you could ever hope more head than you could ever throat i'm clinical vampire or a cynical ghost sorry granny, but before you bite i'll be filling my cup (little red renfield)
6.
Mexican Coke 03:15
ssssippin on botttles fullla Mexican cola Mexxxican coke is a hellluva soda
7.
Dog 05:17
I want to sleep like a dog and whisper all my dreams in your ear but I'm steady as I stay home like I really, really even just don't care it's just my luck I wanna start a fire here I wanna start a fire here I want to sing to my geetar but my geetar fiercely weeps unsteady as I stay alone mute my phone your name dissolves and I get some peace it's just my luck I wanna start a fire here I wanna start a fight here I want to sleep like a dog put me to sleep like a dog
8.
SWIM 01:40
9.
anchored to the bottle I was spun in circles Cold Spring kids and needles 2 dead in 3 months "I could never call home, they'd stop my fun. I could never call home, stop, don't stop, get it all." 2 grades younger than me once the spider's on your back it's hard to think we ain't criminals just wanna escape and watch TV cause when you're 22 it's hard to believe in you all you got is conversation "I could never call home, they'd stop my fun. I could never call home, stop, don't stop, get it all."
10.
Dead Pixie 03:58
Dead pixie lying in the sticky mess, and I'm cleaner with my swollen head. For days i watch the bed become a womb then turn faceless. Dead pixie wants a marching band, I'm not sad for a reason -- just a chemical cleaning, aw mama I'm going to heaven. I fucked her and her bedroom was younger than her body and it made me feel strange, like I was in two places with one lady, like I was stealing her memory. Dead pixie... You're the girl for me, sweet talk teardrop dreamboat honey Dead pixie, I'm a dead doo-wop daisy, suspicious of all the ladies or maybe I'm afraid of my own hands, feel so stable the next morning. Dead pixie when she dropped by, I started crying I swear it hasn't been like this... (what a fucking weirdo, I just wanna be your hero) You're the girl for me, sweet talk teardrop dreamboat honey I wanna hide when I see you, i wanna never make plans, i wanna hide when i see you
11.
Living Worms 03:34
12.
Gathens 02:29
wish I packed my gat and my wheat thins heading towards Athens next weekend g.a., then orleans pull back on my gat saliva slicked dare I might find you in the air (er) but I'm starving I'm a star at the bar with a ticket drink I hope you think I'm a star girl I don't care where you are girl I don't care where you are girl I've got my Swiss knife pressed on my wrist like if you don't call I will insist to press as hard as I want to whether you want me or not to my stomach is sickish and your honey-balm lipstick tethered fresh to my nose drip my white skinned red but I'm blue it's so hard without you my stomach is sickess slitted eyes on my phone lit your honey-balm lipstick Jean short and a cropped shirt tethered fresh to my nose drip white skinned red but I'm blue (your honey-balm lipstick) it's so hard without you tethered fresh to my nose drip tethered fresh to my right hip (my stomach is sickish) it's so hard without
13.
Monaco 04:26
there's something in the way you move attracts me like no other lover and when you told me about your move to monaco this summer... you don't have to make up your mind i need to make up my mind you don't have to make up your mind i didn't know what to do i didn't know where to look you don't have to make up your mind i need to make up my mind you don't have to make up your mind
14.
Head Injury 03:48
I've got a girl and a head injury taken a blow to the sharp white street outside her room talking sweet I've got a girl I don't need it to bleed I've got a girl and a head injury I've got to go [I've made my bed now I'll eat in it I've cut my hair and I'll live with it I've made my head and I'll sleep in it I've made my bed now I'll eat in it] I've got a girl, I don't need the police I've lost my toes To the white bittersweet one-two, my head I'm talking creep I got a girl I don't need to think I've got a girl and a head injury I've got to go
15.
go home to your go home to your old room in-so-mania that loves to laugh like candle wax spill my dreams into the black old home where your... go home to where your safest dreams are kept cuz that's all right with me that's okay, alright please forgive my knees shake, shake shaking in the sea of my kitchen that's all right with you call the cops and they'll take me home i'll watch the ghosts on my bathroom floor and if i bleed out until the dream is over then my ghost will get up and put on the coffee
16.
Broken Bone 03:54
you'll sweat it off in the morning, when you're dying to feel cool as a cuke- cut my skinny wrists, and climb the whispers she showed me in the morning broke and stoned november, in my old apartment when i came in, i was just a little kid spend the winter forgetting, and regretting i did cuz baby, in your daddy's car, I'm evil broken bones and broken sticks, memorial arguments broke and stoned november, in my old apartment when i came in, i was just a little kid

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released May 30, 2017

Produced by Scott Nicholas & What Moon Things
Mixed by Scott Nicholas at Stereocilia in Beacon, NY
Mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden somewhere in CA

Tracked between August 2014 and January 2016 in:
The Glow Studios, Athens, GA,
4 of John's apartments, In New Paltz and NYC
Jake's parents' house, Nelsonville, NY
John's dad's basement (the Lagoon), Staten Island, NY
The Barn, Athens, GA
Stereocilia, Beacon, NY

All instruments and voices by John Morisi & Jake Harms
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bass by Chris Kehoe on Renfield & Sea of My Kitchen
909 cymbal by Scott on Quit
"SWIM" composed by Scott

Drawing by Kayla Curran
Design by Nicole Salamone

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