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The Beatles Are Fucking Stupid

by Stolen Children Surf Gang

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Finger Bone 01:46
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Work 02:54
I've got no idea why I'm doing this job I've got no idea why I'm doing this John But I put my time in and then baby I'ma coming back home Dirt roads gonna be a dirt road This dirt roads gonna be just a dirt road I'm all done doing what I'm told A man caint scrape the rust off of rust No a man caint scrape the rust off of rust Well big bossman I've had more than enough This old bottle aint gonna drink itself No this old bottle sure aint gonna drink itself I'm going out tonight and man I'm gonna raise moren hell
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45 Hours 01:14
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Kerosene 03:50
I could spend my whole life Searching for patterns in the wickerwork Of your pretty little eyes I could drain away my whole life In the pages of your magazines Trying to ignore the fact that I've Grown up and out of almost everything Yes I could spend the rest of my time Thinking of all that I've ever done wrong But I'd rather dip you into kerosene And watch you burn I'll be in a home for the elderly By the age of twenty five And by the time that I turn thirty I hope to've already died I sell all the drugs they give me Man I should be institutionalized I sell all the drugs you give me I should really be televised There is nothing worse than artists And I hate girls with boyfriends There is nothing worse than artists All your pain is just pretend
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Headspeak 02:12
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If the tide is low Do not go...
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Crashed the party then I crashed your car You said I can't even crash on your couch no more I was wrong you were right or so you say Good luck convincing me it matters anyway Collecting cans on the public land How I got where I am I'll never quite understand Never understand Cheap red wine from a paper box Not surprising but I forgot to bring the cups You gave me mine and you took yours That way you said we don't need each other's I've given up too many times to start again What can I say to make you change your mind Let's start again
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Tell 03:15
Tell me my body will melt in the ground When I die when I die I won't sound I won't laugh I won't cry I won't hide I won't try to be found Tell me the earth will swallow my soul She won't spit me back out so I'll never be whole I'll rain down on the land with my blood And will never grow old And I will always die for you Will always die And I sleep in the crescent moon Will the wind and the rain remind you of me Will you know my blood pumps in your heart beat Will the stars and the skies collapse On the shores of your sea Will you think of me as the man that I was Or the man that you thought that I could become Will you know that I whisper in wind And forgot how to love And I will always die for you Will always die And I sleep in the crescent moon Let me die let me die like the millions who came Like the scumbags the saints, we're all just the same When I die you'll forget me I just hope that you forgive this shame Let me die let me die like the millions who came Like the scumbags the saints, yeah we're all just the same When I die you'll forget me I just hope she remembers my name
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Troubles 04:22
I got troubles Yeah I got troubles you aint never even heard before I got mysteries I know things that would confuse the lord I got fucked up histories, geographies They don't even print no more I got character Certain kind of charisma Certain kind of voices in my head that just won't shut the fuck up I got a girl I got a drop-dead gorgeous filthy animal I'm going home I got shotgun shells a bowl of cereal And I wish I could save My childhood inside a cardboard case I forget to save My memories for a rainy day
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Lucky Punk 02:43
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Lately I've been seeing you As an ugly crook with eyes I knew You take my money and my wife And you left me outside paradise Sometimes I forget why I hate myself and I want to die Then on accident I Catch your eye If I had my baseball bat I'd slug your brains and lay em flat If I had my pocketknife I'd drain your blood and take your life If I had my black semi You wouldn't be here talking to me If I had my revolver I'd splay your body out on the floor If I had my baseball bat I'd slug your brains and lay em flat If I had my fortyfive I'd be the only man alive
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Fuck This 00:31
Though I fuck everything else up I don't want to fuck this up But I'm fucked up And you're fucked up It's all fucked up Fuck this
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That's my baby with the bloodshot eyes Come on baby won't you come outside Let's go lady won't you come downstairs Let me show you how much I don't care I don't care
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Vomit Shoes 00:23
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If you know what's gonna happen Then why you trying to save me If you know what's gonna happen Then why Dirt underneath my fingernails Brush fires in my front yard --- High tide in my lungs If you know what's gonna happen Then why you trying to save me If you know what's gonna happen Then why
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Prison Song 04:24
If I'm in love then you're my prison And god is holding the key The only love that I could envision Is you lying dead at my feet When I get out I'm taking you with me As far as this car'll go Pack your bags and wear something pretty We're gone before god'll know They locked me up You broke me out Maybe it's time someone knocked you back down They locked me up You broke me out Maybe it's time someone burn this whole damn town The ghost of you is trapped inside my mind Like a killer lost within a dream Paint it black and red we're colorblind This world is hollow as it seems I see the silhouette of shadow Soundless clanking of his crystal keys God don't let me admit that I know I could break these chains if I pleased They locked me up You broke me out Maybe it's time someone knocked you back down They locked me up You broke me out Maybe it's time someone burned this damn town down
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Thank You 00:40
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dyslexia 01:16

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released September 12, 2014

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