Failure - Comfort (1992)

Comfort is the sound of a new band figuring out what they do. It's got that big Steve Albini drum sound on it and a little bit of experimentation, but it's not as heavy and well formed as their really good stuff. Still pretty great though. The singing being really quiet is pretty much the only issue.

"Submission"

Two bright eyes
And one red mouth
And two long legs
And one icon

They can't think
And they can't act
And they wear straps
Two long legs

Submission

They work hard
And they sell things
We like that
'Cause there's no choice

Submission

We can't see
'Cause it's like that
We can't hear
'Cause it's too late

Submission

"Macaque"

There's a philosopher I once met
He showed me many things
He told me things of the world
His face was unusual
But it could tell a story

With rich detail
Rich detail

Sometimes eating, sometimes eyes closed
But there was always that face
And its knowledge of things
He never spoke
He needed not to

He needed not to

He sits in a zoo in North America
Has no other in his habitat
He's originally
From west Africa

West Africa

"Something"

I don't feel alone
I can't seem afraid
I wanted to think
I'll sleep it away

Something I forgot
Somewhere to sit down
Some stuff to do up
Some crap that I found

We're the credulous ones
On a dead machine
Blowing thoughts into bags
With no shame

Too loud in my ears
To fill up my mind
Too black to ignite
Two words you won't find

Which blank did I draw?
What kind of a day?
Which one had to go?
Whatever you say

We're the credulous ones
On a dead machine
Blowing thoughts into bags
With no shame

Don't try and read this
It means nothing
I can't save this
If you kill it

"Screen Man"

Swiftly losing patience
Can't decide a move
Pick from the bottom or the left side
I wanna win tonight

I blink my eyes real quick-like
Wash away the haze
While I'm blinking quickly
I see the man on screen

He's riding on the phase bar
He thinks I do not see
He's an elevator passenger
Bored as he can be

He's the man who lives next door
He's come here to frighten me
He takes out his saxophone
Plays those lonely, hidden notes

Can't speak about this to anyone
This man's eyes are serious
He's the man in my screen
I cannot let him frighten me

"Swallow"

Twisting slowly up the walk
I wanna get this over quickly
But my body is not doing
What I thought I'd make it do

The gun is getting slippery
And my vision's getting blurry
And I feel a certain panic
Flowing through me in waves

Won't he listen?
Listen to me
Won't he listen?
Can't he see?

Let me in
I'm coming for Mother
Let me in
Motherfucker

"Muffled Snaps"

Muffled snaps and louder cracks
Sound of blows knocks you down
Flesh recoils and starts to swell
Hear the rushing of the blood

Carve the rage into you
I absorb the pain
It comes so easy
From my arm to your place

Picking up the speed again
Finds a place that's not been numbed
Sinks with lightness once again
Feel the blankness from above

Carve the rage into you
I absorb the pain
It comes so easy
From my arm to your face

Carve the rage into you
I absorb the pain
It comes so easy
From my arm to your face

Carve the rage into you
I absorb the pain
It comes so easy
From my arm to your face

"Kindred"

Prints out his fun name
Took the pen, won't play straight
Doesn't care about a shoelace
A rubber mask who breathes

He makes you
Wanna strike hard
Those who can't, try
Scares you back home

Something about his loose walk
All the cares just drained out
Stretches out in your space
Pulls you back to hate

He makes you
Wanna strike hard
Those who can't, try
Scares you back home

"Pro-Catastrophe"

I do believe it's coming
Don't dread its approach
The only preference I might have is that I
Hope to see it

Could start with an invasion
Or maybe a creeping flood
The bomb's so boring
I wanna see some blood

People in the streets
I mean the ones that live in houses
I wanna see them screaming
"Holy mother, sweet Jesus"

I may seem a bit morbid
Which I don't really care to deny
'Cause when it hits, I'll be laughing
And you'll just start to cry

Young and old and middle-aged
Domesticated creatures as well
There are other ways to look at this
Than a state of living Hell

As your friends, relatives, and acquaintances
Perish in catastrophe
Just think of it as the best movie
You'll ever hope to see

It's got action, violence
Rape is there too
Starvation, whole nations
And it's all for me and you

It's got everything you wanted
Plus, admission is free
There's only one catch
It's compulsory

"Princess"

My little angel
How soon you lose hope
Come here for hours
Never go

My purple princess
How much you know
I'm always pleased that
You don't say no

I do not mind that
You are a girl
I do not mind that
Little girl

You see it's me who
Loves you the most
Please let me show you
Little girl

"Salt Wound"

I was thinking that
You would stay the day
Something tells me that
You've showed up to say

Bye
Goodbye

Salt wound
Too soon

If I push, you're gone
You'd just let it stand
Your brain's a splendid one
Full of rocks and sand

Grasping both confused
Couldn't love you more
Always talking, but
Did she know the shore?

Bye
Goodbye

Breathe hard
Chips start
Falling down

Head hopes
Crawling down
Please

Bye
Goodbye

Salt wound
Too soon
Falling down

Breathe hard
Crawling now
Chips fall
Splits too deep

Head hopes
Bye, goodbye
Please