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Wither

by Ruderals

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Shrub 00:51
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I am singing a song about love I am singing a song about love Maybe the kind of love you had Maybe the kind you wished you had Maybe you will listen to it In your mothers car Driving down the familiar roads Of suburbia With your love I am singing a song about the past I am singing a song about the past Maybe it will fill you With a kind of longing For a different time Swimming pools and barbecues Your dad’s hairy back Snow man’s nose A garden hose Peanutbuttery snack Want it back This a song about seizing the day This is a song about youthful vitality Come on guys we are so awesome Young and thin and tan Old people they are so boring Don’t worry we’re not Come on guys let’s change the world And pound another shot Of Smirnoff Ba da ba ba La da ba Ba da ba ba Laaa laaaa La la la la La la la la la La la la Laaaa la la la la la la Laaaaa la Laa la This is a song for an advertisement This is a song for a sales department Stir the feelings Make it perfect Put you in the mood Listen to this soulful tune And open up your heart My boss wanted me to tell to you He needs a bigger yacht Than the one he’s got And I need to make the rent
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I don’t know you anymore Hell, I don’t know you yet I’m feeling so distant from you that we probably never even met But We are not contingent We are not fixed And time does not exist in the space dust in your iris But I miss you from the future (rep) Hidden galaxies my heart is syncing with or in You are the darkness, lonely spirit guide beneath my skin And I am bleeding for you And I am beating this And I am breathing with you And I am meeting you But I miss you from the future (rep)
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Snide blooms blossom like middle fingers through parking lot concrete Breaking notions otherwise unnoticed Their righteous violence goes ignored Until the contractors secured the right funds again And we swallow bleak silence Knowing our ancestors died for much more than this So we pave the way for proto-singularities to stave off human needs Using supposedly post-technological technologies But really our captors’ philosophers are just bored And what’s the difference between labor and slavery? What’s the difference between freedom and laziness? What’s the difference between true meaning obscured And the word replacing what is true? Why must the pen be mightier than the sword? A sword could kill the president But my words’ll never hurt him Although he is quite sensitive But I’ll never hurt his feelings out of deporting my friends Although I could kill the cops who try to kidnap them But only if I had a gun And a million more friends with a million more guns And it seems like organizing Only follows the same order as those whose orders I wish not to follow You follow me? Don’t! Cuz I’m just a weed, breaking false ground In my raging indifference to your Honda Civics and Lexi, I am life Gray Bottomless Swallowing everything you think you took Quaking your boots Like the free reverberations of a deerhoof, unshook Cement truck? Down the hatchet Railroad tracks? Down the hatchet You just make more of me Thank you, fuckface My every breath is a blemish on your state My life is your disgrace So cram it, cuz I am the goddamn planet And while you pave and pave, I’m only waiting to grow over your concrete grave
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Why’s there blood on my hands It’s already dry Don’t remember feeling any pain Man I turned a blind eye Even though you should have felt the Pain inside your nerve endings You have forgotten what is Most important to living things Hey there’s a stain on my pants Don’t remember what I ate But I know that it wasn’t covered With a liquid that looks like jizz Maybe it was from that sandwich That I ate at that park bench Outside my office Because I didn’t have anyone to eat with Well I uh You know it’s kind of It’s kind of tough man You know it’s uh It’s one of those things that’s like uh You know It’s just kind of like one of those things It really makes me seem like I don’t care about myself Sometimes I wonder if I really Do care at all About myself About myself About myself About myself About myself About myself About myself About myself All the people walking by Seeing me in shame They all seem to assume That it is my fate To be in the situation That they have been in I guess that I Am bad at being a person I think that I Am bad at being a person My body screams that I’m bad at being a person Your eyes tell me I am a bad person Hey there’s something in my eye Oh man it really stings But I know that I shouldn’t rub it So I guess I’ll sing Isn’t it a little funny That that thing got in my eye You’d think that I Should have been able To see That thing coming Coming Ah wah dah woo Coming Aaaahhh waaahhhh oh oh oh Wooo oooo Oooooooo oooooooo
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I’m so lonely that it hurts to be around people It hurts to be around people And it hurts so bad that I feel pain to give myself pleasure I’m in pain to give myself pleasure And every itching inch I scratch to kiss this conviction that I’m bound to find you But every new suffering will undoubtedly produce A whole new set of wrongful truths Like I shouldn’t be happy, I shouldn’t be happening (rep) Yes, darling, smile your blues away I promise that I love you Yes, angel lift your hurt with mine With mine Yes, angel lift your hurt with mine With mine But don’t lock me in the trap I save you from My special burning sun Light the way away from your own cage Before your day is Done
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Drone Bees 03:12

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The second in a 3-part series, "Growth," "Wither" and "Decay"

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released July 20, 2019

Kyle Rogers: Vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, bass, synths and samples, bongos
Ben Olson: Vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, bass
Keith Malonis: Drums

Recorded, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Kyle Rogers
Cover art by Sage Cotignola (sagecotignola.com)
Released by Captives Collective

All songs written by Ruderals, except for Your [Brand Identity] Here, with lyrics co-written by Kyle Rogers and Sage Cotignola.

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Ruderals New York, New York

Modern art rock / post-punk trio based in Queens and Brooklyn. Folk-punk roots, with melodic aspirations toward jazz and avant garde. Known by friends as Ruds, the band self-released Live at the Whiskey Bar in 2018. Their first EP, Growth arrives on Captives Collective on May 18th, 2019, to be followed soon after by the EPs Wither and Decay. ... more

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