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abdicating the crush
04:48
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Please, please let me gather my things
Before I abdicate my crush
And me, well I been doing fine
And I can always just swim through the night
See, secrets are good I said
And all you temporary men
Why is the fortune teller so relieved
Just to see you seeing me see
Fuck, god let me kiss my crew
Before I am too dumb
And why are the best swimmers so out of touch
And they never think much of my crush?
Christ, Christmas is here again
And my hands are still too big
Christ, how many pyramids do I have to deflate
Before you face me facing your face?
Please please let me cover my shrines
Before the rain blows them away
And why is the river always calling my crimes
And it's always trying to fuck with my mind?
Hey, how is it going now
Now that you memorized my disease?
And please, please tell me I'm fast asleep
And you can feel me feeling you feel
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2. |
pain is a macguffin
04:45
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Hip hip hooray for the plot device
That don’t infantilize my wound
And god the way you drew me then
With my hands so small
And my pockets so aloof
I’m sorry but this pain cannot contain us
You should prepare t b adored
There’s more than just one way to skin a diamond
You should not fear the greenest door
I really think you should prepare
for the fruited wheel
that's rollin to ya
Just as you thirst after water
You can thirst for touch
I would leave my macguffin
Buried in the snow bank
But who am I to judge?
Someone tell those empties
In the practice space
That I feel their pain
Someone Tell those aliens
In the chimney
They will all soon be saved
I really think you should
Prepare for the fruited wheel
That’s rollin t ya
You hungry devil
How you love to be explained
But you oughta be cool like your body double
Make your bed
Polish your longing
Speak ill of cranks
Email your professors
And tell them that pain is a macguffin
You don’t have to tell me your weightless
I have two eyes
don’t I?
yes here we have another song about pain. but its not yr mothers song about pain.
listening to the dead man on the radio again
some modern misinterpretations
like the confusion that proceeds a beauty experience
that’s actually my favorite part
when i was a kid my older brother took care of me when i had my first hangover
its funny
he laughed
its like i mostly drink now
just for the hangover
the players pause the game
at mammal oclock
biology’s greatest hits
the worst hell is the one
where you always get what you want
and snakes dont like to admit
they have only
two or three dreams their whole life
is it true that lizards are just snakes that aren’t dreaming yet?
but i actually did emailmy old professors. and my words were not soft in their intentions.
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3. |
reptillian gangsters
03:57
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Music's kinda stupid but at least it keeps me poor
The chemist in the loin cloth has regrets but only four
How long will the careerist have to prove his right
How long will my enemies have to interpret my signs
Psych nurses party hardest of them all and it's true
You pay for the perspective with every bite that is proved
How long will the rock gods have to be adored?
How long will the reptilian gangsters have the floor?
How long is the movie?
And how long will all my enemies be doing my hair for?
Science tells us some things are not real but I don't see
Reptillian gangsters all up in my field and it makes me mean
How long will the soccer mom tell me right from wrong?
How long will the reptilian gangsters sing this song?
I kinda like the chemtrails when the sunrise hits them just so
and I feel so small
Please put me down so I can get the ball
My enemies are much fatter and productive
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4. |
easy on the shadow work
02:30
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I've been doing a lot of shadow work
But I think I need a little break
When u said I was pretty cool for an asshole
Well, I knew you couldn't be no fake
I'm so tired of being half right
And I’m ready for my second chance
You know I wasn’t born this way
With my kitchens buried in the snow
I had a little drink with the pall bearers
And they had a couple things to say
First Thing I gotta get off my tangerines
And learn to get my drummer paid
But is it really so reckless
To believe in my second chance
You know things are gonna be different this time
Cause I’ve been sweeping out my mind
Sweepy Sweepy Sweepy...
Sweeping the morning sweeping the evening sweeping at dinnertime
When sweeping is in your heart
Only brooms can ever know you
Strange you know I never thought I'd end up like this
I used t love like a Druid
I used to shudder like a pumpkin pie
Now I can only love brooms
when will I finish this porridge plan?
No I'm not stayin here
I got a lot a good drums to fool
And you can hide me in apple pies
But u know I'm gonna end up found
U can drown me in dirty appletinis
But u know M gonna leave this town
I don't have t b unfound
To believe in my second chance
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At the museum steps
Didn't we establish
That all this blood is not a dream?
This is progress
And we are not that high
We could almost be redeemed
And the roar of the real seemed so complete
But just fast forward to lunch
With medusa's crew
And I'm so tired of mansplaining desert blooms
And I doubt if it's even true
Oh but the onus
of my sense of propriety
Is so artless and so strong
That instead of running
To my own safety
I went back to my dorm room
To find a sarong to wrap him in
So he could look careless and boyish once more
Before the cops pealed him from my dorm room floor
But I doubt if even worked
Ah tell me the truth tony
Is this a torrid book?
And do I have to read the whole thing
I've had enough of the lives
Of selfish men and women
Who are too afraid to love
And I don't wanna read about them anymore
Well just watch I'm gonna buy you a book so strange
Your ex-girlfriend's gonna curse my name
But she'll think about me every time it rains
Oh and it's sure raining now
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6. |
conner's crows
04:43
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The call of the cameraman
Has never been filmed
The cartoons I come from
Could never be killed
A quick initiation
Before I unfold
Holler at yr shadow
Let's see where it goes
The mirrors I fell between
Are doing their best
But the breakfast was sleazy
And they never confessed
Locate the weakness
But please don't exploit it
Locate the sweetness
But please don't anoint it
No please don't anoint it
I don't wanna live with Conners crows
He is not psychic it's just for show
I don't wanna see him float
If the pop band is willing
And the purpose proved
What a compelling confession
But it had no use
How are the pop bands
In the fridge
Can u convince them
Of their sins?
I'm lucky in most light
The dentist declares
But his evil is so ancient
And no one really cares
The rivers I live with now
We sit face to face
But the blue light cuts cleaner
Everyone please taste
The dream of the sweatpants
It never came true
But Polly is past that
Her playlist is proof
And isn't it such a crime
That the only way to know
If you ever really cared
Is if you let it all go
Yeah you let it all go
I don't wanna live with conner's crows
I am not psychic I'm just a little bit slow
And I carry my questions close
If the pop band is willing
And the purpose proved
What a compelling confession
But it had no use
How are the pop bands
In the fridge
Can you convince them
Of their sins?
The duppy corrector
Is so hard to know
It's so difficult to say
Just How to
Can I b wrong now
It's my turn
The dentist's dear daughter's desperate choice
Killer vibrato
Make me spoil
Squab and caviar pro
What did u mean by "produce?"
U call pidgeons doves and doves pigeons.
That's not god it's a biological function
The worst hell is the one where u always get what u want.
The dreamboats are so plunky
And yr baby names blow
The wort hell I know
Is the one wher u always
Get what u want
The yawns of my enemies
All lovingly touched up
In flattering fonts
The black budget sciences
Are keeping their secrets
In plain view
See how it feels
To sizzle in the shadows
U once rebuked
The muse of magnets
Inspires the silhouette
T Pretty up its disease
The carnivore vote is in
Better fetch yr conclusions
Out of the trees
the judgey young surgeon
Practices her jump shots
Until she is kind
As The friendship bell
Protection committee
Keeps watch through the night.
The proof of the problem child
Is Soon to b broken
By the promise of release
Some tragic new all star
With a hot new opera
Couldn't convince me
So the conference was not so coy
But who really is
So the question was not that hip
But I'm not a fuckin kid
So the math wasn't so correct
But it still had guts
So yr paradigm isn't up t date
But u can still fall in love
So the garden was not so sound
But at least it grew
So the characters were not so flawd
But It's still was true
So the parakeet was not that real
But it still could sing
So the poetry was not that raw
But it never once blinked
Friendship bell protection committee.
The lighthouse keeper
The muse of magnets.
The scent less rose is here
And it's come for it's dues
Stink up the truck
Can u smell my pp?
I mean not like put yr head by it and sniff I mean like from where u are
God this is so embarrassing.
The company clocks got another thing comin talk about desperation
A typical flower
It doesn't like the drums at all
The lucid new faces got another thing comin I started an investigation
And when I confuse
I'm gonna confuse it well
Will the minivan's true driver
Please stand up and state yr Christian name and date of birth?
The corduroy kids got another thing comin u gotta go back to basics
Clowns come around my town with stuttering lovers.
Blo greatest hits
The produce unimagines rorshak self belief in one fell swoop
And the tigers I luv can be so rude
But will the minivans true driver please stand up and tell me why
All my crushes are so out of tune?
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7. |
shameless love
03:33
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How does the proudest hamhock
Always end up on the sofa?
How does the dumpiest peacock
Always end up drenched in soda?
How do you love me When you are sober?
How could you pull this grin out
From the doomed folder?
Gimme that love
Gimme that shameless love
Let the world know
That I was touched by a shameless love
And do you like how I never got famous
So you could find me almost anywhere?
And my costume was so clever
The bastards even went and put me on Medicare
How could you love me when
When no one bought my last record?
How could you film me now
When I was sure the scene was over?
Gimme that love
Gimme that shameless love
Let the world know
That I was once touched by a shameless love
There is an east coast redemption story
with every cauliflower that u kiss good night
I ain’t never seen a moon so horny
I ain't never seen a cauliflower so ripe
How could you love me
When I got such a dumpy band?
No one, not even the summer lawn
Has such tasteless hands
Gimme that love
Oh gimme that shameless love
Let the world know
That I was touched by a shameless love
Let every goy and girl hear about it now
That I was touched once
By a shameless love
Lemme shout it from the rooftops
My name is Luke Csehak
And I was once touched
By a shameless love
THE LIT PLUM
I need an east coast redemption story tonite
And I will not b satisfied
There is beauty in patience
But there is also beauty in getting
yr head blown clean off
Please shout like daisies now
I'll munch anything that moves
Happy new year
I'm strong like the peach
Gimme that sweet blameless love
Straight from the peach
No one
Not even the summer lawn
Has such clean and
Tasteless hands
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I don't know where my scream came from
I don't know how you loosed my flood
You know you saved me from my own signs
Oh how the hell you ever get so kind?
Aw it's a big day here
in the world of exits
All those fear-based arts
There's being unimagined now
And the fire worshipers
They're all studying water
And thirst? "Ah it's too small"
reads the headlines
Ah won't you please just relish well
All these painless worlds
here between us now
cover me
i said cover me
i'm going in
I don't wanna be helpless
Just to compete
I don't wanna have to choose my crime
Just to believe
I think I got the right to know
Where'd you find a touch so slow
Aw it's a big day here in the world of exits
When the sci-fi is willing
And the poison is sensitive
I will ponder temporary and clean
Pick a beauty experience
And pick a disease
You can't pick love
And you can't pick a person or a number
Louder milk corporation
I hear you loud and clear
Publish
Shhhhhh.... hit publish
just do it
and thank you
I mean you
yeah you
call me
I don't wanna be helpless
Just to compete
I don't wanna have to choose my crime
Just to believe
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9. |
the blogger's kiss
03:21
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Careerist hotshots quote the killer
In smiles so saccharine and familiar
Press photos show they can still look poor
Nature abhors an empty billboard
But I will not wait my turn
I hope the bloggers kiss
Lasts a little bit longer than this
I'm gonna go out and buy the most expensive broom
And then I'm gonna learn how to play the blues
The bloggers touch so unrelenting
I oughta get back to my forgetting
The format of the trending redemption
Is not supported at the present
But iI will not wait my turn
The science of the new sarcasm
How long will bloggers feed the
The bots of fortune ?
My screen time has been
But the heckler always knows what's best
The next time u decry my trolls
Could u try t b less snarky please
I sorta need them intact
So please put away yr dismemberment app
It's such a very tacky app
The liberal feed is so degrading
Careerist armies are campaigning
Careerist singers are never sated
Athletic goals fr souls frustrated
Exit strategy
Careerist butter isn't so safe
I would not put it on my doorway
The mediocre are on fire
And the paranoid have a new choir
But I will not wait my turn
The next time u decry my trolls
Could u try t b a little less snarky please
I sorta need them all intact
So please put away yr precious facts
There’ll be time fr that in the second half
They sold my bones and called me needy
My microphone washed up in seaweed
The format of the trending redemption
Is not supported at the present
But I will not wait my turn
Athleticism is a fresh pig
Careerist French fries post their fresh kills
This evenings monsters not so special
The drummer says he's not contagious
And proved my guilt fr entertainment
But I will not wait my turn
Careerist clutter
Nature abhors an empty folder
Press photos show how to best look poor
what good is looking good for
The blogger boldly posts his fresh kills
The current monsters not so special
The trending trauma that defines us
Can hardly charge u to unbind us
I hope the bloggers kiss
Lasts a little bit longer than this
I'm gonna go out and buy the most expensive broom
And I'm gonna learn how to play the blues
A
The science of the new sarcasm
Denys the scope of the orgasm
The format of the trending redemption
Is not supported at the present
But I will not wait my turn
The next time u decry my trolls
Could u try t b a little less snarky please
I sorta need them intact
So please put away yr precious facts
There’ll be time fr that in the second half
Careerist singers in the moonlight
Their screen time desperate fr a new try
They sold our ghosts fr petty playthings
And told our drummers t b patient
But I will not wait my turn
I could not miss u
Even if I got real drunk
I'm not cold hearted
It's just I'm a little dumb
But
I ain't no wifey
And I'm a pretty good shot
An I got too much wrk t do
I ain't side a cheese
An I'm not gonna b in yr band
And play no 12 bar blues
Tell me bout that dream u had
Where I was a poacher
Tell me bout that friend u had
That said I was a loafer
I go to parties
like rice cakes in a jar
It's gettin better
But still I suck at art
I ain't no wifey
But I'm makin it wrk
N I'm havin cooler dreams
I ain't no ice cream cone
And don't need no hug
I'm gonna get back on my feet
Me and the teen preacher
And some quiet crumbling creatures
We never toured that much
I don't wanna tour
I don't wanna tour
I don't care what my sensei says
I'm gonna play the drums
I'm gonna find u one more time
Me and the teen preacher
Kissing under the bleachers
If I'm singing this on tour
Just kill me
Just boo and make me feel ashamed
I hope the kiss of the blogger will linger longer than this
Just put me on a plane back home
T my home planet
T the prison of my heart
T face the apple plot
I am not afraid of my own religion
And I know how t look innocent
When it really counts
Me and the teen preacher
We got this
The only true vice is lack of imagination
And I'm pretty sure
I could love u one more time
I think my redemption myth could just handle that
But my fingers are all different now
My sense of humor is pun based
And My lexicon is fucked
Where can I find u?
I spend all my money on the right to love
But my free hours are spent unraveling it
Will I ever get the drugs I was promised?
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10. |
the lonely and the tacky
04:06
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People sure do get lonely
When they’re truly loved
And no tacky mathematician is gonna tell me
I’m innocent
I’m not tryin to be obscure
Like a child in rice
I just don’t care to be believed
By some tacky young plagiarist
You better tell those Pre-Raphaelites
To get back to their brooms
And put back their records
And clean up their rooms
Cause No
No one can touch a lonely heart
People sure do get sleazy
When they think that they're delicate
And they've had enough of films
Depicting their weaknesses
And you know
Some people say that love
Is a system of vapors
Solidified by fear
And the mechanism of memory
Well they kinda got a point
And I just can't say
I kinda think the night
Is a story best left unsaved
Cause No
No one can touch a lonely heart
People sure do get generous
When they’re truly evil
And you know you gotta
Spend money to spend money
But now that all the mathematicians
All say I'm cool
And they're ripping off my style
Well I have to go
And now that I'm gone
Feel free to take all the covers
Manhandle my drums
And misquote my lovers
Cause No
No one can touch a lonely heart
People sure do get paranoid
When they’re truly seen
And are all those dreamboats
Really worth knowing as people
And you know the problem with Innocent
And the self-released
Is they're always in control
And their narrative suffers
Well me and my narrative
We made it through another day
And me and my narritive
We're gonna make it ok
Cause No
No one can touch a lonely heart
People sure do get heartless
When they’re complemented well
And are all those Halloween stores
Still carrying my memoirs?
And no amount of poignant pastimes
I'm like caligula's crush
And now I have to go
I could be back by your birthday
If that’s not too soon
But by then it would be springtime
And not much for us to do
Cause No
No one can touch a lonely heart
People sure do know a lot about love when they're truly evil don't u think? And you know Maybe some people are innocent but not us. it's like how the body don't know what the body don't tell it. like hey your knowing. you know abstraction is next to saintliness and The closest I can come to saying the true part is t listen to you talking about the false part and you know Dont think of the woods. Don't think of the children there don't read any books don't read into the goalie's whatever lifestyle yr precious octagon will treat us. trouble in saint land. U can recast the whole dream and I don't know if it'll work or not but It seems like u two stand up and sit down just like how evil people should. I know about this kind of stuff. only 2 or 3 people actually know my lucky number but I'm not on speaking terms with any of themWhat I can't figure out is this fine green sound hangin above my bed. Isn't it just the cruelest thing? Or maybe it's my only chance. Anyways it's all I have left so wish me luck! I'll see u the next time I lie about my age.
Like the wings the eyes have served their purpose and are no longer
Needed. The pair will spend the ret if their lives in total darkness
Is tht yr final gesture?
Now that all the mathematicians think I'm cool.
I don't have t ask the I Ching about u
Non terrestrial officers. I gotta know
Is the progress narrative basically flawed? U know some people say love is a system of gestures organized in a gestalt of confirmation bias
People sure do get innocent when give up on their dreams
People sure do get boring when they're complimented well and the Halloween store is now selling my memories.
Is this love or gore or just strong staw berries
no amount of poignant pastimes is gonna make this right
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