merit EP

by joy scouts

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credits

released February 6, 2017

everything written&performed&produced by joy scouts

recorded 2014-2016 in a dorm room, my mom's van, my old office, and a friend's apartment

mastered by mikhail krevetkov

taste tested by will, allen, kasun, patrick, emmett, marie

shoutout to john hill.

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joy scouts Montreal, Québec

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get in touch: joyce.couts [at] gmail.com

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Track Name: Clinical Solution
i'm not as condescending as i seem
i take everything everyone says seriously
but i furrow my brow too frequently, and the creases speak for themselves
i appreciate your help

i'm not as overtired as i seem
i get seventy seven hours of sleep every week
i know looks can be deceiving
i avoid them when i can
cast my gaze upon the ground

but someday, i'll hold my head high
after a needle between my eyes puts an end to all these frown lines
carve a scar in the cheek of the girl who lived meekly
cursed with blemishes from birth depreciating her self worth

self-hatred's not an imperfection any old toxin can erase
why bother suffering for fashion when you can lose feeling in your face?
Track Name: Pirouette
they will not lower the bar.
instead, it's bolted to the wall.
twisted limbs unfold until they snap.
hair pulled back and posture straight
(as it can get)
I shift my weight from leg to leg.
I cannot lean, the bar will break.

grace can squeeze in nylon tights,
poise will fill expensive seats.
I'm just a silhouette to a pirouetting beast.

I can twist and turn while I'm asleep,
but I'll always fumble on my feet.
stifled laughs beneath piano keys.
and although I practice every night,
the positions never feel quite right
and my shoes are tight
and my legs are sore
and the costumes never fit.

right or left I'll never know
where my stumbling feet should go.
still, I'll break my bones and I'll lose my breath
doing everything that I detest for you.

grace can squeeze in nylon tights,
poise will fill expensive seats.
I'm just a silhouette to a pirouetting beast.

grace can squeeze in nylon tights,
poise will fill expensive seats.
I'm just a cutaway from a plié-ing,
I'm just a background to a battement-ing,
I'm just a silhouette to a pirouetting beast.
Track Name: Tigress
oh how suitable, you pounced upon him like a mouse!
within a season, you will turn the poor boy inside out.
and when your appetite decides that he is quite unfit,
you'll claw his soul out 'til he has to see a therapist.

oh how suitable, your eyes glow green and so do his!
they squint and bat and widen every time you reminisce.
he's buried himself in the coffin of your old duvet,
and you're still crouching in the dark in search of fresher prey.

"all i want is to die young, it's not a distant goal to reach"

tigress, tigress, starving slightness carried him off with your teeth.
land on your feet!

it drops a few degrees and hearts begin to wander.
i could swear you saw a ghost when you first laid your eyes upon her.
and although previous experience should've taught you to be better,
your wits still melt down your spine each time that you reread her letters.
still her bootleg polaroids are hidden underneath your bed.
you haven't given yourself time to get her face out of your head.
instead, you pour another drink or tear some other girl apart; you think you're being so mature but it's so juvenile at heart.

and she said,
"all i want is to die young, it's not a distant goal to reach"

tigress, tigress, starving slightness carried him off with your teeth.
land on your feet!
Track Name: Peel (Rearrangements)
you know i pretend to understand more than i need to
i want to be your friend, but then i'd have to meet you again
i couldn't admit i'm beneath you
but god, i want to be there now
i feel so bad for being so cruel and deceptive
and why bother having love if it's misrepresented
resentment is more damaging than 3000 miles i know that now that i've got my two

years pass, nothing changes
same old songs, just rearrangements
same old folks, just different faces
i know that now that i've got my two
ears dulled to progression
same old lies with a different lesson
same young girl with a new depression
i know that now,
i know that sounds
a little weird, a little strange
on dated arrangements
that are way out of my range, but required for engagement
cuz everyone loves a soprano at sixteen
but pristine prestige shatters once it hits pavement
and your voice begins to lower,
and your heart begins to sink
you stop going for the music and start going for the drinks
until the bars are muted by the bar you never thought to think
was brought to you by those damn two more

years pass, nothing changes
same old songs, just rearrangements
same old folks, just different faces
i know that now that i've got my two
ears dulled to progression
same old lies with a different lesson
same young girl with a new depression
i know that now, i know that sounds
a little weird a little strange (x100000)

i know that know that i've got my two
years pass, nothing changes
same old songs, just rearrangements
same old folks, just different faces
i know that now that i've got my two
ears dulled to progression
same old lies with a different lesson
same young girl with a refreshed interest,
and when it dies, i'll go out with it
Track Name: Bus Song
wine from the dépanneur is twice as sweet as it was before i stumbled through my arts degree. i don't wanna waste my wit always searching for a place to sit, living life in lethargy. i don't wanna waste my trust, so I will not sit on the bus. I've never given up my seat, but...

I guess I forgot the lessons my friends taught me
fables my pals made me
labels I missed out on
things I think I heard wrong
nineteen year-old baby

darling, don't get me wrong, but i can't strum another song on a poorly strung guitar. 'til i land a better deal, i'll wedge my legs above the wheel and pray we don't hit a bump.

i'm sorry friends, but it had to be done. why bother breaking rules if you're no longer having fun? so, hide your car keys high on the shelf. i'm set to show this town that i'm better than someone else.

I guess I forgot the lessons my friends taught me
fables my pals made me
labels I missed out on
things I think I heard wrong
nineteen year-old babies take the bus.