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The Universe is Sound

by Neil Farrell

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Jaime Thundercat This album feels like swallowing a dream while painting. Lots of feelings, a sort of directionless lull and pull. It's sensory in a way I didn't expect. Favorite track: Non-Binary Self-Parody.
rudetuesday
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rudetuesday It's like daydreaming at night. Sometimes, I want to be awake and aware, but not overly vigilant.

This is very good music for that sort of moment. Favorite track: Beautifully Made Problem.
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Saribeaux The most ethereal, beautiful album. It's like nothing else and I couldn't love it more Favorite track: Beautifully Made Problem.
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haans-the-satyr This album is clearly made with so much love and care. It's like a warm hug or a home-cooked (vegan) meal.
It's vulnerable and sincere and I appreciate it more with every time I listen to it. Favorite track: Beautifully Made Problem.
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Adulting 03:42
But it’ll just have to do Now what is he gonna do He’s got so many people To say Hello to Gotta make that big bad mark on the big bad world now Try to do that without losing your mind, that’s skill It’s a fiddly little knack of a thing and they call it Adulting But have you ever met an adult that you didn’t really wanna kill First Person goes wild He screams hello until his teeth are bleeding The Second Person says “Hot! It’s really horny when you speak with feeling. Now can we please get in deep? Not much song remains. And I’m not you But maybe you could be me now.” Gotta make that big bad mark on the big bad world now Try to do that without losing your mind, that’s skill It’s a fiddly little knack of a thing and they call it Adulting But have you ever met an adult that you didn’t really wanna kill I’ll tell you later…
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Check that open thread Strange strangers make me rage I’ll eat that up with open head ‘Til I old of die age It’s so relaxing Getting mad online I can see it’s so much worse now Than when I checked last time You were never meant to crave the Cloying nightmare of the cave, friend It’s a fussy little mess you wear To graduation every day Met a friend who felt like me Many many times this way Too many times I felt too Obvious and cliched It’s so rewarding Slaying trolls and being slayed I can see my friends are crying Waiting to be betrayed and saying You were never meant to crave the Cloying nightmare of the cave, friend It’s a fussy little mess you wear To graduation every day
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My Body 04:33
I saw my own cadaver Lying on the road Here lie all my passions Thirty-odd years old ‘Cause living isn’t easy Frail as a ghost So I taught myself to swallow Take those feelings down Compost for the flowers Growing from the ground ‘Cause grieving isn’t easy And it’s harder in this town And I told you I was happy And I meant it in my way I meant to make it clear That I was grateful for your face And I held you in your silence I saw the empty space I noticed every moment ‘Til the moment went away
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You're a beautifully made problem You're the cracks in a lonely road You're a fork in the junction when I haven't a map And the signs are impossibly old Oh the signs are impossibly beautiful And the stars are across the way We're two custom checks shy of paradise dear Well you know what I'm trying to say You're the lessons of broken English The truth I would never be told A kick in the conscience that makes you laugh When the drugs begin to take hold And when the drugs make way for tomorrow We'll be up at the crack o' dawn with the wrong kind of shoes but the right kinds of smiles and And the memory of a song It goes mmm hmm hmmm Mmm hmmm hmmm You're a beautifully made problem You're the hope for a better day You're some kind of something I've wanted to try Since a young and naive age And when I was young and naive I liked myself so I couldn't have been all that wrong You're the bells and you're the rough You're the melody of the song Mmm hmmm Mmm hmmm You're the Bells You're the rough You're the channels and instincts and memories and stuff You're the ride You're the fare You're the bridge in the sunlight, the call to prayer You're the answers all jumbled But arranged with care And a problem that is halved Is a problem shared And I don't know No I don't know But I remember the song.
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Reflective Man Our lives are in your hands You wave your flag and cause pathetic little traffic jams Reflective Man Do you reflect inside too? Spreading tarmac evenly on the R352 Reflective Man Oh silly little island How’d you work out work this way Work is just a word we say Work out a better way of breastfeeding your spade Reflective Man Are you alone in there? Are you concerned about your growing gut, receding hair? Reflective Man Am I the same as you? I could be spreading tarmac on the old R352 We’re all the same In this Universe We’re all composed of the same elements The face of God God God God God The face of God Oh silly little island How’d you work out work this way Work is just a word we say Reflective Man Reflective Man Reflective Man Reflective Man
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Did we play pretend With our family or our friends We didn’t understand But it’s the show that makes the man My Dad said think commercial son You’ve got a brilliant mind Don’t let it have its fun You’re destined for great things And the fortune that it brings That was our synthpop relationship Self-indulgent and totally wrong And just like synthpop It came and it went away Now it’s just a collection of songs No one can hear me No matter what I say No matter how clearly I articulate my pain Are you singing on? Did you go solo with your song? You know it’s never quite the same As the tunes we used to play No one seems to understand There were synthesizers when I held your hand And sparkles in the air When I used to brush your hair That was our synthpop relationship Self-indulgent and totally wrong And just like synthpop It came and it went away Now it’s just a collection of songs No one can hear me No matter what I say No matter how clearly I articulate my pain No matter the cost In our private thoughts I’m glad that we burned up Both sets of wings
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I’m a non-binary self-parody Sitting on my own again Writing songs about me I’m a non-binary self-parody Sitting on my own Again I’ve seen divisions And I’ve seen loss I’ve seen some things I can’t discuss I’ve had meltdowns I’ve been strange I’ve been a failure every day And I get sick of talking about myself sometimes I get sick of talking about anyone at all I get sick and I get fucked But I’ve got charm and I’ve got luck And I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel Vulnerable Vulnerable Vulnerable Vulnerable Vulnerable Vulnerable Vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I feel vulnerable I’m a non-binary self-parody Sitting and resisting Writing songs about me I’m a non parody No irony Existing

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released December 29, 2022

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Neil Farrell

One half of the Leftist Cooks,
Youtuber, composer, comedian, non-binary self-parody

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