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Beetle
01:57
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My face was on the billboard I heard Gregor say • that I looked like Beetlejesus • with my suit striped blue and grey. • Come on, now creep and preach us • bed bugs know you don’t care • that you look like Beetlejesus • fuzzy face and long red hair. • I went back to my lovers, showed them my shiny bones • They said I look like Beetlejesus • with all the love I can condone • Went to that big old theater • flipped on my glowing horn • all the ants cheered Beetlejesus • in Technicolor, in every home. • I know my father sees us, for I can hear his prayers • but my name is Beetlejesus • I’ll shed this skin and roll my shit elsewhere ••
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Rose Tinted Hell
03:17
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It’s a rose tinted heaven and I’m sad • because I can’t really help you any longer • so I think I’ll shut every door and get mad • my favorite typewriter will endure my anger I don’t care if it’s broken I think I never really care at all • it’s a grey tinted hell and roots unravel over concrete • while my profile rakes up my rants and raves unfinished business I don’t think I should be griping this tastelessly • in such a selfless land of approval, what a utopy • sorry not sorry, looks like I’m the lucky one in the pack • if no change happens I would need another substance to keep up I’ll reap what I sow I swear that there’s still something sweet in this lovesick vine • it’s a rose tinted heaven and it’s full of pink flamingoes • and though I don’t really feel like partying, I’ll gently glide through this one I will sit by the river • I will drink up this cold cold wine ••
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American Soul
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I'm walking down The streets of New York and I'm talking of religion through work • With my father saying I can't understand something so deep as faith in religion and men • But The pharmacy store's always open and the counter lady's certainly hoping • we come by • to give normality a try • So we step inside the church on fifth ave • and the look on the eyes of the security man says behave or you'll be kicked out of the place where immortality embrace • The doubt that you have won't burn as easy as a candle light • Just give religion a try • I always thought that everything would get clearer someday • Meanwhile I take a taste of everything I see and throw it up every evening like some undeveloped film • I’m crossing railways of a gospel down in Nashville Tennessee • and at the sky dock a kind lady called me mr. G • My body dispatches grief through zits of puberty • Soon I'll be seventy • It's just the start of a journey • at the end of the day if what I've done caused some damage • I can easily say • I’m sorry, cause all I ever wanted to do was sing and feel • Now tell me what did I steal? ••
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Candy
02:30
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Everyone is dancing I’m standing still • Everyone is happy while i’m sitting here • moaning, complaining, foretasting my prize, my beer • Daddy’s a working man I’m laying in bed • Momma is an entity, the family guesses she’s sad • Can I have another prayer, another amen, another candy for me? • Can I have another candy? I need something sweet • Can I please have another candy? I swear I’ll save it for later • when I’m not satisfied of this life • again I’m home again ••
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The Church Of Man
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I heard the news the apocalypse might come next Sunday morning • So I'll suit up and go to church for the first time since I was a little boy listening to music while the priest was shaking his fists in the air saying “terrorists don't go to heaven • just like little boys listening to music while the priest is preaching • They don't even have the joy like other men to keep believing • Oh i swear on that day I spat three times in the holy water and sat and watched the people get baptized with my hatred • then I went home and swore to my reflection that from that day on • the only god I will believe in would be my own • Hell when I got to the soul decree on that Sunday morning • There was no place for me • No one wanted to leave • The naves overflowing like a riot of roaches • I sat outside and laughed • sipped my maned wolf piss and relaxed • I performed for a venue of vultures • I’ve begun to feel a little sick • then the ground swallowed their subculture • I’ve become what I most needed to be • Just a little boy listening to music while the church was razed • and the sun turned grey • Oh I want to stay • On doomsday ••
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02:37
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-AMPERSAND
I dreamed of us blending oranges and flour • On a frosty Sunday morning in the sleepy hour • In the house I wait for every season change • Then fake commercials took over my brain • We found a way to use the time in our hands • Just Like Alfred Fielding and Marc Chavannes • The sound we make when it pops • makes me feel alive • I made you a record you made me a sweater • I though it was cozy I would have worn it forever until I noticed it was Sewn with razorwire • Cause sex is hard and hard to get • not even flowers have it easy • They need a furry clumsy guest to make the sleazy magic breezy • So why don't we tangle forever • together • Ampersand • We build a fort in our time machine with rat trap glue and record sleeves • You said we'd have to move in with • your family at large • I Modeled my death mask out of ash and clay • you thought it looked stupid so we left for the day • By the time we got home it was singing molten in the shower • We've been living a TV series for a year • when trouble showed up we made it disappear • It’s time we get a marathon channel with us running on every goddamn hour • I'm good without you I'm good with you • I guess that you too feel that way • Cause when I come home broke and blue • You always try to make me stay • So let's sing and dance forever • Together • Ampersand ••
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Forgotten Media
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I’m roaming in circles always running out of time • Like a power outlet with a broken pin inside I’m dangerous I’m full on purposeless I can’t recover I lost before it’s over • Already crying out loud • You make me sad but i don’t know how • Like an old console that no one plays with anymore • I’m primal tech • I’m outdated • Foolish • Like Christmas decorations off in a summer sky • I can’t compete • Stuck up veneer • I’m what you wanted, deserted and neglected • Already dead by now • you make me sad but I don’t know how ••
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True Love
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True love • lifts you up • lets you down • sleeping gown • on your breast • eyes are dumb • break the fast • just tonight • Even though I feel the same • on and on every day never change • pieces of my ego • Shattered • in the hall • of the house • lies an old • honky-tonk • soft and loud • play for me • one two three
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Skeleton Dance
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This light reverb over the city is shining on a tone of paris green • The happiness that I was ever chasing is never getting over what has been • I’ll try to start again but I don’t know why it feels like every creature is craving pain • and trust me if I had a chance I’d supply with my own hands what’s required by my brain • Because burdens aren’t just for anyone, girl • they only nest on those who strive to stay • So shovel and don’t whine on what you wanted • if only you had put yourself at stake • to feel something • to leave some trace • being nothing it’s no good • We turn into our favorite artifices • beginning every sentence with an “If” • Our uniqueness was drowned in dark abysses • our souls are crying clinging on the cliff • And all around the skeletons are dancing • to a song that’s stating everything’s the same: the bed, your mother slept off all her groaning • the hospital, you’re breathing life to stay • oh please stay • oh please stay • oh please ••
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Today I didn't tie my hair it's been long hard day always the same old mess I think I'll drive back west where the sun meets the grass and clean a spot in the field oh is it going to be real i'll put the axe in his casket the dirty clothes in the basket clean the stove and the floor a blue ribbon on the door we'll have a place in this game that's called humanity tamed under the rush for the prize it's easy to sympathize with every creature here we're all in this on our own tutorials were never shown until our minds crash compulsively • we need a break • It's all the time you would spend with your sister or your friend altogether hand in hand • feel the freedom everywhere • cause today I didn't tie my hair ••
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Youthanized
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Mesmerized by the clown in the news • like when you were young watching looney tunes • Inflation deflation money is a ballon • Drive around your convertible open tomb • You wait for thumbs up to proceed with • your commentary of the world • you’re feeling lonely but that's something you can't show • cute pups and art will do the job • You miss the old days when you were hot • broadcasting everything you're not • Euthanized every Saturday night • Every notification is another life • Feels like going out but it's safer at home • So you won't come across all those people you know • You beg your smartphone for some company • scrolling down your featured feeds • You tweet you wisdom in 60 letters at the mall • looking happy when you're not • busy chatting with a bot • Nothing’s easy as you thought • You paid your new shoes with a bitcoin • Your messenger is black and bold • You post your pictures with a cat sat on your groin • Your veg lasagna is getting cold • Your wrist-bit says your getting old • And nothing's just like we were told • Oh I never thought I'd be • 23 in 2017 ••
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Giack Bazz Is Not Famous
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I walk around in my town I’m stuck out here and hands down • it’s not the best place on earth • damp with the stains on my shirt I should be walking my dogs like all those girls with their thugs • but I don’t really have time • to clear a spot in my mind • I’ve played with Banhart tonight • and then I picked up a fight • I write for four bands but still this brain will make me feel ill I scribble forms on the floor • nobody knew me before • but I don’t wanna be famous I don’t wanna be good • What’s there that’s wrong little boy don’t you know you’re free • now it’s the time for your heart to behave like a bee • don’t bother • don’t bother to feel this way • I’ve found a girl and she’s sad but still gives me glee • Open your eyes and you’ll find that you’ve been set free • But I love her • I love her, I feel this way ••
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Giack Bazz London, UK
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