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Equations
01:40
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Conversation lately been a bummer
Every dialogue spawn from automated guzzlers
Sunken eyes darkened by a steady stream of these increasing numbers which would measure time I spent laying awake under the covers
Forty of the same guy fighting for one lover
trotting out of living quarters built by droids and cookie cutters
Such a lovely way to start a summer
I am yawning like Chewbacca
Got a sweat going like wookie butter
Leer like a deified cat from in back of a line
Squinting eyes trying to focus on the mix and match
Looking like they got something to ask
so smiling I’m nodding while I’m stepping to the task
“What’s that?”
Finger limp barely extended to an image of a coffee with some milk in it
Picture perfect silkiness
Dryly I describe word for word how it’s written
Laziness is a proprietor of business
Lovably dumb is why I’m really not a threat
The differences between me and a chimpanzee is found in two percent
I’m not concerned about demanding your respect
I’m here to help a friend
and collect a couple checks
And pave a future
Learn enough to tutor
Keep my brain poetic before it become computer
Learn how much I take before I break
Learn to love myself and the birds and the bees and snakes
I don’t care about appearing most menacing
I’m building ecosystems not just a list of enemies
I’m Justjoey - nothing more and nothing less of me
The people in my toy story always got a friend in me
Mirror the energy that other people send to me
Jerks get kicked to the curb eventually
No person on the earth can escape it:
The universe proceeds
Simply balancing equations
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2. |
Stayin In
03:48
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Bury em tarrying delusions
Varying the truth in Americonfusion
Running on fumes and cruising on graves
Stake the claim on the same old bruises
Who’s this?
Lucid, keep it in the noodle
Smooth jazz producer brew stew and rhyme oodles
Music for the curious fools
Keep ideas bright like sun lights jewels
Make em sleeves cuz I break the cases
Move place to place like home’s in the paces
No gifts please, don’t wanna ruin something thoughtful you’re doing for me
I’m just fueling my spaceship
Propelling with songs I created
Funny how my world opened up from the basement
The coping mechanisms see payment and flirting with danger changed into a relationship
Small comforts circle the drain
I’m 25, got a year left of safety in pop’s name
Maybe stop smoking in rain but addiction ain’t an infant anymore it reigns
Pain stains or so they say
I was too insecure when opportunity came
Screws loose but I love my flukes
Always gonna pick this if you make me choose
The truth is missing in myself and surroundings
I don’t call it a day until I’m drowning
Jumping off the lifeboat floundering inhaling water like it’s oxygen around me
Put it down till the whole town found me
I’m your skip but I’m her astounding
High potential like a bag of pot brownies
I’mma do it till the clowns start frowning
I'm headed home, I'm stayin in
I'm trying to feel I will again
I'm headed home, I'm Stay In Inn
They're trying to make us all give in
But I won't give in
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Chorus (prod. Vander)
03:17
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Chewing every cuticle
Unsuitable unrooting
Fidgeting with any zipper I can pull
Unzipped hoodie cover wistfully a skull
These knacks keep in tact a lessening sensation I am whole
Pick apart the pieces even studying the bowl and every chemical that muddy up the memory from full
Sullen conversation while he’s searching for the role and each creature cringing lifting up the burden of a soul
Nerves are fighting one another somewhere in the belly
Fed by marinated dead, bread and blackberry jelly
Eyes off the closet less you wanna see the skelly
Tell me anything I need to know to keep a witch from melting
Smelting at the god forge accidentally weaponizing attributes that never should’ve settled
Low maintenance locks got disheveled
When she hold my hand she startle like she might’ve wrapped around the nettle
Ain’t so different from the boy who picked the petal or the kid who couldn’t sleep until he finally beat the level
Rappin like it’s all I got left
Someday I will fade into the planet till I’m only bass and treble
Do you see the beach or will you focus on a pebble?
What’s a revolution if it isn’t in the rebel?
At some point the tree become forest
Human go humanity
Voice goes chorus
Pebble turn beach
Tree turn forest
Human go humanity
Voice go chorus
Hoodie strings twisted into corkscrews
Borderline bored of possibility to fork through
Poor dude, noir minds moored don't soar through anchored to the supposition laid way before you
It's the age of I don't know anymore you
Don't know anymore me
Where do we explore to?
From inside we feel the gates shake
Rams batter, everything quakes
How do nerves stay neutral?
I'm a guardian of gardens holy only to an atheist or maybe just a gargoyle breaking
Weather may erode me till I'm null
Or just enough to be a backboard for insults
Indulge!
Swimming in a fishbowl ocean
Keepin eyes shut don't wanna see the walls close in
Hunger pokin till I'm gaping open
One awoken dreamer see the price of going ghost
Inching up a summit I have never seen directly prompt a failure to identify the moment
Speaking out the kinks
Seeking out the peak
Steadily a crestfallen recipe component
See the many roads leading out of here from no way
Witness the meadow not a single blade, ok?
At some point the tree become forest
Human go humanity
Voice go chorus
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Can I make this more than portable self importance?
It’s important to me
Need support in form of endorsements
Working hard to release endorphins
I get manic and I panic with a shortage
Gotta run a couple miles this morning
Sore from the war I’m forcing
Orbiting the orb is a fortune
Still ain’t enough to assort your portion
How captivating that we thrive in the morbid
Kicking till the organs forfeit
Each year I feel less important
But it gets easier to feel euphoric
Freedom in the form of proportion
Every now and then I feel enormous
Information era pouring
I’m a junkie for informants sorting through articles I’m hoarding
Gotta turn moves into resources
Opportunity drops no warning
Catch it
It breaks like porcelain
Got my hands on the keys of on organ and know there’s a film I’ll be scoring
If you’re dope then you don’t lay dormant
Actually more of a doormat
Floor it
Brood with the forces
Reach for the roots
Get in tune with the source of it
We just wanna feel supported
Fall in love not some contortion
Even when it cause distortion parts of the void give a source from the corpses
Lost my center
Lost the boredom
You can sum me up a stallion rides a horseman
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5. |
Thieves
04:57
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Any day
My basic state of mind may change
Like “Some of my priorities may need some rearranging.”
Then the next I'm vexed like how could I forget?
I don’t feel alive unless I am devoted to this mess
I’m addicted
I am so obsessed with blending note and word
Looking for the perfect combination
I’ll be stirring this while you get your encouragement from cycling in a circus hoping it will all be worth it
I’m a super nothing going nowhere fast
I’m a piece of trash
I scowl while everybody fakes a laugh
If I’m feeling like a living human worm I will never get the credit I deserve
I am terrified of what this means
I will clarify I’d rather die within the week than come to see this fizzle out
Hissin ‘bout the system
Fixed since beginning
Being a machine never really seemed like winning
Lost touch with becoming someone not something
I’m done with not loving myself through your screen
Trudge on to futures we don’t subscribe to
Bury the human who still lives inside you
Only brighter than blight
Told they're worth fighting for
Worth every life
Stuck in a fall that got labeled a flight
for the health of an empire: death is a lucrative plight
Thieves of the dreams we build
Anyone against the kings gets to be roadkill
I’m defective I might never learn my lesson
I am mildly respected
I’m still always second guessing
I am laughing from the belly in the stomach of the beast
I’m a creep
I would rather be asleep
Always tired
Always feeling I gone miles through the mire
Why do people think that art expires?
Was it ever worth a thing if it's already lost its fire?
Real love don't retire
I’m inspired I love life despite ire
I might be the kind of monk who has to set himself fire
I am gonna stand for something
Gonna give a hand to someone
I can’t fuckin stand another fan betting it all on nothing
Although I can’t say I don’t understand
If there were legal euthanasia I’d be in the promised land... which I don’t believe
I think that I’ll pass my energy to the worms I feed
Fertilizer to the leaves and trees, so...
Revamp those old goals
Street lamps with gold glows burn bright through turnpikes
We learn life through old souls
Hold on
Just pull through
Sold on a whole new
World
Only brighter than blight
Told they're worth fighting for
Worth every life
Stuck in a fall that got labeled a flight
for the health of an empire: death is a lucrative plight
Thieves of the dreams we build
Anyone against the kings gets to be roadkill
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Chariot
04:10
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What’s really sacred is forsaken
Mistaking a fable for nature
We’re clever enough to form deforested warnings on paper
She wanna come back later but the future’s looking just about as tangible as prayers
The animals are scared
As a boy I used to look after the bears with ankles bloody and mangled
Untangle em from the snares
But I lost one
Claws in his own esophagus
It was either confinement or a final goodnight
And I can only help so much before my own health won’t hold up
I need to find a…
Slug said it first
Trying to find the middle ground
But I can’t tell if goblins are mirages or really around
Music took my mind and buried it
Left me with a chariot between a parrot’s wings
Daring to give a fuck... although barely
Maybe esoteric
Wearing hysteria, like, apparently
Am I obvious or fatherly?
Failure doesn’t bother me
Somehow through rhyming I devised my own divine scheme to ride and meet the demons in the street
Treat em fairly so they won’t be impaired and terribly scary
I’ve seen too much this year
I need to close my eyes and ears for one day
Ride my chariot just one way
I’ve heard too much this year
I need to close my eyes and ears for one day
Been trippin about your trip to someday
You woulda been there anyway some day
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Fishbowls
04:48
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Finger to the keypad
Not much meat between the shoulders
Sheesh fam, why you got a grimace dim as soldiers?
Risk prone poacher
Aiming digital insulter
Fist of wish bones
Sulker float in fishbowl culture
Type like you're slaying ogres millennial sitting rovers
Make it seem miraculous any of us are getting older
See who really make the setting colder
Don’t forever hold your piece please
I see your empty holster
Keyboard superhero
Shakespearean Facebook post
Life of learned philosophies in threads of 20 tweets
Assuming fuels the fuming
You’ve been grooming for a showing
Got a crosshair stare when the barrels are overflowing
You’ll have to pass time slinging insult through pixels until we meet at last
Fishbowl to fishbowl
And we all know you’re gonna fight for you don’t believe in
Say something you don’t mean and share an article you’re not reading
Shrieking at a steepening lack of meaning
Greetings become bouts when every other seem misleading
Seedy claims sprout from no names you keep feeding
Seasons brought their grieving: eats not worth heaving
Weep for these communities on nights of shirked sleeping
Still keyboard superheroes
Typing many manuals of how to treat em properly hurl insults as standard
And even though the disrespect is really only coming from you
I really hope your situation improves
You’ll have to pass time slinging insult through pixels until we meet at last
Fishbowl to fishbowl
(We all know you’re gonna fight for what you don’t believe in!
Yeah! We all know you’re gonna fight for what you don’t believe!)
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Sink Or Swim
02:13
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Seyanara!
Gotta take a hug that’ll carry couple hundred tomorrows
Say hey to the moonbeam for me
Wouldn’t be prepared even with a year’s warning
Here drunk in chair in a funk unaware
Kerplunck like I jumped in the air and I landed 20k league deep in a sea only seen by the sunk and impaired
Kinda funny when the parts of you tear which previously didn’t know they were there
Too hard to compare myself next to the hare with a heel ensnared
Move more like a counterpart anyway
Do your life come apart in many ways as well?
Like a stag in a well
Been trapped in a hell
A contraption of self
Give back to the faction that fell on their face getting taken away in the swell
Knick knacks of em actually dwell like the past of a siren that only could yell
Stolen from homeland, nobody to tell
Intermix with a vixen who lives in a shell
Bewitched with handpicked spells and whatever kinda prick think sickness sells
Get well…
Whatever gotta tell myself
Give a bit of thought to the loss of a laundering wealth
Hangin on by a promise of faltering health
One life so we’re told
Or ...
I hope...
That my ghost says nope and I’m entirely toast
Never wanna live forever but I’ll find a way to love it if I do, I suppose
If that's how it goes
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9. |
Things Are Happening
05:50
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These songs are search parties
Bloodhounds with cheeks dripping
Walk through snow with teeth gritting and finding you
(Lost wanderers)
The cost of pondering possibly can be such a haunting thing if you shift your perception and begin to treat it honestly
It is what it is
We negotiate the difference
Why can I envision least a hundred other ways it isn’t?
Got a mind that align with the sign but a wise one find that our senses try and fail sometimes
Hail one time was the product of an angry god’s fail safe crimes
I get it now
I’m forming better habits from the jump
Fool me once and school me such
Fool me twice: now what the fuck
Get it right by trial one and save your self a couple months, or years depending on how long your fears and failures go untouched
Only know the pieces of me needing work by slowly rolling pins on me until the discomfort controls me
Tired of giving in
Binging on sins unholy
I've been making myself cringe and only changing will console me
Gotta stop making up situations
Fall for the false flag my brain’s making
I ain’t faking the funk but I’m breaking the junk
Now stumped misplacing the months
Only realize the prize it was when the silence hums from rising dust
Sizing the sum while I hide in the hide of a rifled buck
Stuck on what I’m coveting
It’s muddying the study cuz it used to be a puddy now it’s modeling me instead
Bottling bother ain’t the answer either but I’m tired
And the spiders on the ceiling appear larger by the fire
Shadow dancing giving daddy long leg even longer legs
Suck it up, be stronger, thinking things only your father say
Coddling the fauna only in the diorama
Gotta look it in the eye while it’s alive like no imposter
I get it now
A master never claim they grown enough
Never feign they know what’s up
Only vein there carry blood
Moments of glamour cover lifetimes in prairie mud
People see a still and think it’s all glitz like fairies fucked
Only know the pieces of me needing work by slowly rolling pins on me until the discomfort controls me
Constant reevaluation breaking from the old me
Making subtle changes been the only thing consoling
What’s happening?
Things are happening
What’s happening?
I’m really glad to have you at this gathering
Thanks for listening and not just chattering
We are barely balancing
Showings like these are tip-toeing on railings between balconies
Continue doubting me
Do you remember when you dared me, so as loud as I could I howled at the woods?
And that owl swooped down and caught a mouse
Wow...
I do
Do you remember when we mustered up the strength to ask our way into that gated jacuzzi and talked anime with strangers?
And I found out you sometimes pass out with enough hot air
And you just laid there
I was way scared
Do you remember that time you and I went do or die when scrutinized?
We wanted to be euthanized
But who am I now?
Stupefied ricotta jaw admitting I just wanna look into your human eyes
Do you remember the time when my rhymes and your designs met?
Now that’s a fine mesh
Already made something timeless
That’s kinda fresh and partly why it feels like things are happening
Things are happening
What’s happening?
Things are happening
I’m not sure what’s happening
I’m really glad to have you at this gathering
Thanks for listening and not just chattering
We are barely balancing
Showings like these are tip-toeing on railings between balconies
Continue doubting me
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Let’s forget everything we know
We’ll feel dead, again
But thank you for remembering
Let’s not remember shit
Let everything slip in a lurking eternity’s grip and just be part of it
We’re carving our mark so far we’re living in bits and pieces of a hard bark
Hard starts for aardvarks in car parks
All we want are ants and here we are dancing for a star’s spark
I got these star parts inside of me
Crystalized irony
Trying to chase a side of me revolving at the same rate I’d retrieve a prophecy
Obviously I’m the body stopping me
I’m just tryna die happily
Barter back my panhandled wonder
Won’t live passively
I suppose if there’s something I’m establishing it’s finding out my value
Watching my vanity vanishing
I’m porous
Pass portraits of a perfect world to storage
Reporters scourge earth to unearth perfect contortions and I’m sick of pictures of the best curvature blur
It’s all a way to play on our crescendo of nerves
I long for the lack of a load
Lugging around bones like a mat so the stones won’t roll
Long for the lack of a loathsome toll from a doleful soul for the chance to grow
I long to go back home
Ride with my family
Stay close
And simply be there when you need to know I’m here for you
So you know
But for a second let’s forget everything we know
And we’ll feel dead again
But thank you for remembering everything we know
We'll feel dead again
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Justjoey San Jose, California
psychedelic bops from a composer/rapper making monuments out of a tiny little life.
also in Lucid Logic w/ ILLOGIC & Modern Language with Museum and formerly known as Lucid Optics.
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