Not Too Precious

by Ziona Riley

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Nickymofanboii I want to write one of those overly intellectual or emotional breakdowns you see on Bandcamp and like do the thing but like this shit is just good y’all and I can’t get most of it out of my head and I was introduced like weeks ago. If you’re some young adult trying to find your way or whatever and what not you’ll probably feel that in this record . Once again, this is just good stuff and you should buy it Favorite track: Jesus Christ Lightning Amen.
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Kerfuffle 03:16
Running in circles in front of me, you got a lot of nerve making fun of me. I care too much when no one else cares at all. Who wants to fight in the front lines waiting for soup in the kitchen line? Who cares at all when no one else cares that much? Well we don't have time to worry our minds over a meaningless trivial kerfuffle. Mean Meanwhile, there's miles of new roads being built and our votes all get lost in the shuffle like shiitakes mixed in with truffles. Goldfish and canine companions, felines and furry turantulas - let's not forget who's a friend, who's a pet. Sometimes our friends become enemies. (Guess who forgot the utilities?) Let's not forget how we all pay the rent. We don't have time to worry our minds over a meaningless, trivial kerfuffle. Meanwhile, the signs of the end times appear and american birdsongs get muffled, felinity winning each scuffle. And we don't have time, dear, to worry our minds here. We're leaving, you'd best pack a duffle. Soon we'll be elderly, you'd be ashamed to be skin-wrinkled, feathers a-ruffled with your mind all filled up with kerfuffles.
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Thirty six packs of nutrisweet thirty six packs of Splenda. Count them out tap and tear pour them in the pitcher. Your dad's getting up from his recliner chair Don't be afraid, fill his cup with Koolaid and be best friends as long as we can. Stand up on the counter top to steal some sips of cinnamon schnapps. No one's the wiser we'll replace what we drank with watered down Red Koolaid. Your dad's getting up from his recliner chair Don't be afraid, fill his cup with Koolaid and be best friends as long as we can. I caught you red handed (stained from the Koolaid) lounging in your dad's recliner. You asked me a question I don't know how to answer "Will we be best friends forever?" But now you're stuck in that recliner chair, I'm really scared I think you drank the Koolaid. "We'll be best friends," I said. "As long as we can."
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I will be perfect, I’ll choose my profession and reach high I’ll get far, achieve more and never stop working And earning and earning I’ll bury, I’ll bury I will not, I will not inherit the sins of my father or inherit the sins of my mother. I will bury, I’ll bury I will wear nice clothes, I’ll make sure no one knows I was poor I’ll buy things and stay thin. I’ll date men. No one sees the weight that I carry I’ll bury, I’ll bury I will not, I will not inherit the sins of my father or inherit the sins of my mother. I will bury, I’ll bury I will not be in my body, I can be distant and blissful. I’ve got this narcotic. I am the heroine of my made up story. I’ll bury, I’ll bury I will not, I will not inherit the sins of my father or inherit the sins of my mother. I will bury, I’ll bury I will make order from chaos; I will have clean sheets to lay on I’ll never get sick and nor will my children or husband I’ll bury, I’ll bury I will not, I will not inherit the sins of my father or inherit the sins of my mother. I will bury, I’ll bury I will not speak up or sit tall, no one will see me, I’ll stay small And silent, I’ll wallow in ice wells that swallow and hold me and numb me I’ll bury, I’ll bury I will not, I will not inherit the sins of my father or inherit the sins of my mother. I will bury, I’ll bury I will be well read and intelligent, I will romanticize my loneliness and melancholy, Use philosophy and psychology to separate me and shroud me in obscurity I’ll bury, I’ll bury I will not, I will not inherit the sins of my father or inherit the sins of my mother. I will bury, I’ll bury
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Proximity 02:46

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All songs written and performed by Ziona Riley

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released March 29, 2019

Recording and mixing byTrevor Nikrant

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Ziona Riley Nashville, Tennessee

"Ziona's songs are ephemeral yet rooted-- echoing traditional folk and songwriter traditions at the same time as outsider spitfire lyricists like Michael Hurley, Connie Converse, or Dory Previn. Her songs are crafted with great depth and vulnerability, seemingly coming from the deepest corners of her experiences and by doing so, reaching the universal." -Lou Turner ... more

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