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Method To Our Madness

by Angie Lynx

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1.
No Shoes 03:57
I woke up with this song in my head Feeling better since I got some rest Sun poured in, was baking my bed I woke up with this song in my head I've been having the strangest dreams The strangest places and things But dreams are just a lazy frontier Wide awake yeah I see so clear So I figured it was about time To get reacquainted with sunshine I walked through bridges and tunnels and tracks Wide away I stepped on the cracks I saw my shadow I heard sounds of life The sun was half mast up to my right I walked out, out into the street I walked out with no shoes on my feet I slept through last month and most of this one Stayed in bed like Brian Wilson But I woke up to a brighter scene I woke up the grass had turned green I woke up my bones felt so light I woke up my eyes had turned white Puddles melted the streets were dry I woke up to a much bluer sky I woke up Mother Earth much less dead I woke up with this song in my head
2.
We built this ship out of scraps from the lumber yard 500 nails, rigged it with bed sheet sails And we rose at dawn and we launched from the waterfront Wayward the city line faded away Onward we sailed off into oblivion Nothing but blue stretched above and below We did not know just where we would wash ashore We put our faith in the will of the wind Our hair grew long, our skin turned a golden brown Lost track of days and nights that'd gone by We danced 'round the mast and sand sea songs at twilight We became lovers just to pass the time We sailed through fog and poaching sun And sometimes the wind wouldn't let up for days We cried out our pleas for mercy up to the sky But we carried on as the moon waxed and waned Sometimes it seemed our journey would see no end We feared the sea would devour us whole And our friends would speculate what had become of us Tales of our travels would never be told One day the water was an eerie calm Dark clouds moved in and swallowed the sun And we found ourselves on the brink of a hurricane Our fate was sealed, our song was sung Crashing and rumbling a storm now was raging And we were clinging on tight to the shrouds That's when lightning hit and our vessel was split From stern to the bow our great ship went down We built this ship out of scraps from the lumberyard 500 nails, rigged it with bedsheet sails And we did not know just where we would wash ashore We put our faith in the will of the wind
3.
Strap on your boots cause baby it’s the space age We’ve got acid rain creepin through edens gates Better take cover for the second coming of the big bang, Now mother earths a junkie All sick and unclean Cause all of her rivers Flow toxic and green We’ve pumped up our poisons into her blood stream And paid no heed And though I know it’s a disgrace Its not really my place To pick apart and point out Whats plaguing this human race I am steller dust in outer space And THIS is my escape And from the beggin bag ladys to the kings so bold We all come in to this world red, hysterical, and cold And those cards that we’re dealt and those dice that are rolled Determine who gets shelfed and who gets sold Cause we've traded in our hearts for a full deck of spades When life gives us lemons we all drown in lemonade Is there a method to our madness yeah, Is there a method So we blare up all our watts til they flicker on and off Vertiginous Cosmonauts Molten greed is piping hot, And just below the surface Of this singing dancing circus We’re sold and bought, Apocalyptic echos From these hyroglyphic prose Don’t mean to be a downer But it's how the story goes, We’re dancing with destruction Suckin on the devils toes And theres a great flood a comin' And theres so much to saved So put on your snorkels and dig up your caves You gotta be buoyant You gotta be brave You better stay balanced And ride the waves, And rise up from the ashes Through the static and the silence Through the twisted intestinal tubes of all the violence Banana peels, bandwagon wheels, picture reels And corporate eels You can't blame the weather For your shitty mood. In this melting pot We've all be stewed Is there a method to our madness? So Exile the city lights and cares Casting shadows, Blinding glares Lie belly up in the grass and stare Up at the stars It might be written up there.
4.
There once was a star who was different from the other stars This star had many colors and was teased for being different All alone she wanted to be normal but she was different she was different she was different The other stars would shun her from star games and star parties cause rainbow stars were said to be bad by society But we all shine in different spectrums different spectrums different spectrums We all shine in different spectrums different spectrums The rainbow star, she hid her colors in the shadows, wondering why is it so wrong to shine in multicolored shades? She cried and cursed the cruelty of the cosmos for creating her so different She was different, she was different When asked if she could play All the stars laughed in her face Throwing rocks and calling names Til bruised and hurt she ran away But we all shine in different spectrums different spectrums different spectrums We all shine in different spectrums different spectrums Wandering through the galaxy alone She was light years from her home And she cried until the tears defused her glow Til a cluster came her way Many stars in many shades And they took her to a place Where it was safe to radiate And she could shine in different spectrums Different spectrums different spectrums Cause we all shine in different spectrums different spectrums And you can be hydrogen, helium, uranium, or copper You can burn bright in the sky like holly and the bopper And don't hesitate to radiate and spark up the love and stomp out the hate And shine in different spectrums different spectrums different spectrums We all shine in different spectrums different spectrums
5.
Roseanne 02:50
When I feel alone I just turn on my TV and I feel right at home with the Connor family All things taboo, all things sacred were free game In this world today she would have so much to say Cause Roseanne won't take your bullshit Roseanne won't take your bullshit She won't take your bullshit Roseanne Barr My girl Roseanne yeah she started the revolution The bitch revolution, she should've changed the world My girl Roseanne yeah she started the revolution The bitch revolution, she should've changed the She should have changed the world If I had one wish I'd wish I could shrink her down Put her on a keychain and carry her around Says what I think and she thinks just like I do Roseanne in my pocket I'd keep her in my pocket Roseanne Barr My girl Roseanne yeah she started the revolution The bitch revolution, she should've changed the world My girl Roseanne yeah she started the revolution The bitch revolution, she should've changed the She should have changed the world Hey do you remember the episode where Roseanne found the bag of weed? And she smoked it in the bathroom with Dan and her sister, Jackie, and they all got fuckin cheeched? And Jackie's in the bathtub thinkin that she's shrinkin, thinkin that she's shrinkin in the sink. And she gets real bummed out because her life just kinda stinks. It's not even her show, she's just Roseannes sidekick. She has no husband or kids or really anything. She's just alone and suddenly so very stoned and her life boils down to five minute cameos and she groans, "just me and my ganja, me and my ganja". Roseanne Barr My girl Roseanne yeah she started the revolution The bitch revolution, she should've changed the world My girl Roseanne yeah she started the revolution The bitch revolution, she should've changed the She should have changed the world
6.
I may never make it across the sea I may never make it to Tokyo or Sicily I may hear the amazon rain falling on banana leaves There's so many places that I may never see I just want to know what it's like Just to bask in that kind of light It would help me to sleep at night Just to know what it's like I may live my whole life in a shallow pit of poverty I may never have the wealth, the wits, the looks, the luxury I may live my whole life eating breakfast cereal and rice and beans There's so many things that I will never be I just want to know what it's like Just to bask in that kind of light It would help me to sleep at night Just to know what it's like If I never see the pyramids that's fine with me If I never make it from the west into the east If I never walk the streets of Paris, C'est la vie If I never if I never I may never make it across the sea I may live my whole life in a shallow pit of poverty I may never hear the amazon rain falling on banana leaves There's so many places that I may never see And there's so many things that I will never be
7.
My last button just fell off my autumn coat and it's December And I've been sleeping in a match stick bed in a broom closet room And I just smoked a cigarette I found on the ground outside Everything I own's got holes and scratches and dents and stains But I don't need that nicotine No, I don't need TV screen I dont need that real dank green, no I don't need that .....Cause I'm not down And I'm not out I'm not down And I'm not out, yet. I am eating a veggie burger with no bun, and generic ketchup I am using toilet paper that I stole from a public bathroom And I'm drink drink drinking on a Tuesday And I'm think think thinking about leaving town And take take take take taking my chances And jump jump jump jump jumping some train Cause I don't need that gasoline and I don't need that American dream Don't need that university, no I don't need that .....Cause I'm not down And I'm not out I'm not down and I'm not out, yet Cause I don't need those traffic jams and I don't need those indoor tans I don't need that Uncle Sam And I don't need his dirty land I don't need those suits and ties And I don't need that 9-5 I don't need that super sized, no I don't need that Cause I'm not down And I'm not out I'm not down And I'm not out, yet..
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1309 03:47
10.
Subterrain 05:00
Sun sneaks up through the crack in the window shade, Have I lost my page? I'm contained inside this slave wage cave, Waiting out the rain. Laughter of shadows The sky drips like honey down, Runs into the drain. I'm tap-dancing on this thin ice ground as it melts away.. Auditory Hallucinations On and out of state vacation.. I've got a funny feeling in my chest And my blood runs strange, Putting my composure to the test venom in my veins Down in the murkey marshes of the mind's louisiana The smoke of something brewing, stewing, bubbling, volcanic. Will I blow up like the challenger or sink like the titanic? I might as well enjoy the ride, the view is too nice to really panic.. Auditory Hallucinations, On an out of state vacation.. So will I end up on a park bench In pajamas Feeding pigeons, Writing stanzas With no shoes on in the night finding religions? cause I'm clammy cold and sweaty Kicking screaming lucid dreaming Shred the curtains to confetti Getting ready for the season cause sanity snuck out the door and through the hall and down the stairs And torpedoed across the town But left behind its underwear, As the clatter of the crooked wheels that spin inside my head Drowned out all the music on the night of the living dead. This rubble that I wallow in is moonrock metropolitan, I teeter like a bowling pin these hollow walls are swallowing Settin up the stage, stirrin up the rage Bring it on like a matador waving the flag Auditory Hallucinations.. on and out of state vacation.. Sun goes down through the crack in my window shade Have I lost my page?

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Recorded on some cold winter day in a tiny studio above a Korean restaurant in St Paul, MN. Mostly finished a few years back but sat dormant and unreleased for many years because Angie is displeased with her voice but has now decided to just go with it cause the songs are pretty alright

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released January 14, 2017

-Angie Lynch: Guitar, vocals, harmonica, banjo, bass, ukulele, percussion, writing credits for all songs

-Kasey McKee: recording and mixing of tracks 1-9

-(Track 10 (subterrain) was recorded by Angie in a potentially haunted basement level apartment in mpls)

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