We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm. Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror films about baby murders. Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate. Why cry and sing with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life and all of that bullshit. When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else. Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright, Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight. Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight. I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count. If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul. Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest, There's images of people of biting my neck, dicing my chest. And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast. With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper, Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter, I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul. If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm. Intestines of all my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me. We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off. Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven. No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.
to anyone ever struggling etc. I strongly recommend reaching out to Ceschi. He's been more than kind replying to any messages I send him. He truly is a really kind soul, and cares about his audience. Furthermore, its always interesting to pick his brain. The guy has endless stories/analogies
Ceschi and Pat intended for this split album to only be available in Vinyl. I'm not really sure why they decided to do it that way, as exclusivity isn't exactly a part of either or their agendas...Of course, it didn't take long before the whole album was put out online by someone who felt it needed to be shared with everybody.
@@umokay1991 it's because they thought they were making a statement about everything being digital, I get what they were trying to say but it just came off as a bit pretentious if you ask me
The first time i ever heard this song i was stuck on a mattress on the floor in my living room sick as fuck tripping sack off cid just home from the hospital for a whole lotta stupid choices, a long story short in that odd almost once in a lifetime mental state this song struck a cord somewhere deep inside and I’ve been in love with it sense it just describes things i cant in ways that don’t make sense but somehow do too me, anyway thank you much love ceschi and fuck yea folk punk
Cesschi needs to put this on spofity. I dont really care for the hip-hop stuff he makes lately like i do his folkpunk shit. Its cool he's doing what he wants and all but this song was always a banger classic
Lyrics: We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm. Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror films about baby murders. Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate. Cry in sync with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life and all that bullshit. When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else. Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright, Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight. Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight. I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count. If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul. Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest, There's images of people of biting my neck, slicing my chest. And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast. With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper, Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter, I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul. If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm. Intestines of all my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me. We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off. Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven. No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.
I appreciate this songs lyrics so much. If SHTF... 🚻➕🚼➕🐕=🍖 Like the Joker sed: They'll eat each other. And wen u search the title.. It shows up in the midst of so much Disney tripe. YEEEEAAAH! Color me folk punk forEVER, baby!
We will shoot the family dog in the backyard,
And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm.
Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered.
In Italian horror films about baby murders.
Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage,
Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate.
Why cry and sing with crows at six,
I'm bored and forced to think,
about the cycle of life and all of that bullshit.
When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself.
So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else.
Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright,
Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight.
Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight.
I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count.
If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul.
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh,
All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest,
There's images of people of biting my neck, dicing my chest.
And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast.
With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper,
Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter,
I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul.
If they eat me I will haunt them forever,
Come back in virus form or parasitic worm.
Intestines of all my enemies will bleed,
And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me.
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog,
We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off.
Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven,
Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven.
No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.
Fantastic the only one I still questions is the line with the crows also I think it's sliced my chest
to anyone ever struggling etc. I strongly recommend reaching out to Ceschi. He's been more than kind replying to any messages I send him. He truly is a really kind soul, and cares about his audience. Furthermore, its always interesting to pick his brain. The guy has endless stories/analogies
If you don't mind.. how?
@@jacobkingery1442 try his insta !! :)
Found a gem of a song by accident
That album art is top notch
This album cover is my discord profile picture
What a song! Just awesome!
I love folk punk because it almost sounds better through my shitty headphones 😂😥😫😂
Also if I cant trust myself then i wont trust a soul
Why isn't this on Spotify I would listen to the shit out of this I keep coming back on TH-cam just to listen
Ceschi and Pat intended for this split album to only be available in Vinyl. I'm not really sure why they decided to do it that way, as exclusivity isn't exactly a part of either or their agendas...Of course, it didn't take long before the whole album was put out online by someone who felt it needed to be shared with everybody.
@@umokay1991 it's because they thought they were making a statement about everything being digital, I get what they were trying to say but it just came off as a bit pretentious if you ask me
Tattooed the album cover on my ribs
Sounds painful
Is.... is that a joke about the album cover being that of a skeleton?
The first time i ever heard this song i was stuck on a mattress on the floor in my living room sick as fuck tripping sack off cid just home from the hospital for a whole lotta stupid choices, a long story short in that odd almost once in a lifetime mental state this song struck a cord somewhere deep inside and I’ve been in love with it sense it just describes things i cant in ways that don’t make sense but somehow do too me, anyway thank you much love ceschi and fuck yea folk punk
When its quit I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking throughout the silence to nobody else.
This album saved my life. Just saying
Jesus fucking Christ this song is amazing
Amazing song
Cesschi needs to put this on spofity. I dont really care for the hip-hop stuff he makes lately like i do his folkpunk shit. Its cool he's doing what he wants and all but this song was always a banger classic
Needs more views
Lyrics:
We will shoot the family dog in the backyard,
And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm.
Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered.
In Italian horror films about baby murders.
Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage,
Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate.
Cry in sync with crows at six,
I'm bored and forced to think,
about the cycle of life and all that bullshit.
When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself.
So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else.
Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright,
Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight.
Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight.
I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count.
If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul.
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh,
All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest,
There's images of people of biting my neck, slicing my chest.
And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast.
With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper,
Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter,
I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul.
If they eat me I will haunt them forever,
Come back in virus form or parasitic worm.
Intestines of all my enemies will bleed,
And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me.
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog,
We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off.
Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven,
Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven.
No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.
This is, for lack of a better term, well, a song
This blew up in views
little yelper
Maria this song is for you
things were better w my dog i sware i died w her
ive felt the same. love dogs.
Same
My B gets set free tomorrow. I know a part of me will go with him.
Dude, same. I'm crying my eyes out right now and it's been over six months.
I very much relate to that. I had a service dog who passed,I can barely live without her. In more ways than one.
:O uhhh.......holy shit......
I appreciate this songs lyrics so much. If SHTF... 🚻➕🚼➕🐕=🍖 Like the Joker sed: They'll eat each other. And wen u search the title.. It shows up in the midst of so much Disney tripe. YEEEEAAAH! Color me folk punk forEVER, baby!
This is serious but it sounds so memey
so this guy is pretty much trying to be John Darnielle? not that I'm complaining, it's good