Back then it was 404
Now it’s just all there is
Racking up all that’s left
Hidden beneath the fridge
Back then it was 404
Now it’s just all that’s left
Now it’s just all that’s left
This ain’t the sum of it
We’re just giving you some of it
This ain’t a summer gig
This is a freeze in the sauna gig
Look what we incited
Looking for bookies to try us
Rarely excited
Looking for thrills? Then just let us incite it
Would be a waste, man
To be living with Wasteman
And not getting paid
Knife in the waistband
Posted up like a kickstand
Just guarding our place
You son of a gun
This son of a dog
Might get sprung
If you run
If you run then you run
If you’re running for something
We’ll still get you done, yeah?
Sometimes I can barely see
Through the clouds and the sickened sea
Let it come down
Let it bury me
I don’t think I would even get half a pint
If I spent everything that I’ve sold
And all of the seeds that you sew to sell seats
And you see that the cushions are cold
I’m not a soldier
And I ain’t assaulting the scene
But if you try to pull that rank up on me
I’m an alien don’t know what you mean
Kicking with waste man
Knife in the waistband
Alien spaceman
This compilation from Echo World presents a dozen beatmakers delivering gently rhythmic songs that capture the spirit of the season. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2022