Channel: Ben Levin

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Description: "FAKE" - benlevingroup.bandcamp.com/album/fake All proceeds will go to splcenter.org My new songwriting course "Getting Songs Done" is out now! - benlevinmusicschool.com/p/getting-songs-done Use promo code "MUSICTIMEBABY" for 40% off during Covid. Vocals by Justice Cow - youtube.com/user/Bassinthefaceica Beautiful Stock Footage by Videvo, Beachfront, and JureKreft at videvo.net LYRICS: THIRD LITTLE PIG (WHAT SHOULD I BUY) Got some nothing Nah I know I ain’t sh$t But the gossip’s got me thinking I’m real slick And they got me guessing this things gonna last But the wise mamma said this too shall pass Brick house to the beach house The wolf’s gone follow this I’m the third lil pig I’m thirsty for comfort but the door’s just too thin I hear my neighbors wolf’s blowing down their shit And in my dreams I’m there getting ripped apart with them Ripped apart with them A martyr for a friend You can’t rely on someone who’s in love with being dead Who fetishizes debt Who gives away their flesh But I can’t love myself unless I go down with the ship Role this role this On record with my virtue Signal’s coming stupid everyone congratulates you But my family is dying from disease in my detention camp They came here for asylum and I smashed a stake into their hands What should I buy? Give me talk a lot tough guy nonsense Hear my sympathetic tone when I’m toxic Serve me my flaming farts in a cup I make it disappear like it’s Jeff Bezos c9ck It’s a good time to buy when I hate myself What should I buy? HURTS Here’s this Boggling object A container for your love and your logic Not enough skull so be cautious Don’t want your dreams oozing out like a faucet Losing out now well you lost it Don’t matter anymore You’re beyond this No life no drive just a place in my mind I return to sometimes when I forget that you died Dyed hair smell and I rinse with the tide Till my age shows through like a tree on its side And the rings around Saturn and the rings to remind I’m living each day your life at a time Echo echo echo Just like catching up on this Stuff I put aside Cause it hurts When I say your name Sing the song I made Think of what you’d say Talk the night away Caring for your dad When he couldn’t walk Walking hand in hand In the twilight park We don’t go there yet Don’t think it exists But I think of it When it’s you I miss Haven’t had a chance Fully process yet Time flying so fast I can barely grasp I can’t even track How much I hold back running from the crash Running from the fact Seasons full of death Slow down the attack Chillin in the kitchen Cookin while I listen Making fresh pasta Pouring the ingredients Laughing at podcasts Stepping over yoga matts We’re going on a walk To the lake after dark Our favorite spot Just like catching up on this Stuff I put aside Cause it hurts I HOPE Look all the lights are on The houses packed full of people watching us Waiting to see where we go Speeding train Glowing windows I hold my breath like a prayer I ration thoughts as best I can And all those measures and all the fire I see how life just blazes by us And just as ashes look the same We return to the earth again A cliche I need to hear When other meanings won’t appear Walk home I’m not getting any taller No telling how much farther This timeline will continue on Long after I lose my father And long after I’m a goner And my kids forget the things I taught em And misplace the things I bought em And call out in my absence Feeling small feeling hopeless But I’ll always be among them Like my parents and theirs before them We are never alone We always have somewhere to go In our heads I hope VIRTUOUS Massive massive Walking on glass Passive passive Falling on my ass Not bad for a human Rag doll down the hill Not hurting nobody just get myself killed Working out to be meek Devastated by the thought That recognizing virtue means ignoring so much Cataclysmic beauty Complicit with the gods That sell you slick weapons so that you can get shot If I locked in a box And got a rich man’s trash Dropped in a slot Would that make me more green Or would it mean that I taught A generation of boss That trash is enough if we’re working for a cause Little button presses Fingering the case and Sending out a message Full of exclamations Brimming with contagion Horror situations I’m chilling in the basement My bro’s in isolation Guilty for the paycheck Hunger hasn’t hit yet Give it hundred thousand My spirit will be wasted In my imagination there's no preparation For the things they’re saying But it’s gonna come Trying to be a real good boy, be real good and still make money Trying to be a wonderful friend, even though I don’t want to see anybody I’m confused and don’t know what to do Let’s just promise to never stop trying