We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

MAKE WEEP

by Daggy Man

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $18 AUD  or more

     

1.
Intro 00:16
2.
Wet Jesus 03:19
Wet jesus Do the talking; Never change, Expecting them to do the same. Cut creases, In the middle of the room Silly arms, Never rising to the mood. Just a cuddle and a hug Or a kiss upon the rug, Something more, You can teach me to adore Reacquaint with love This couch, This twist this fool, Like a spring Like some jelly on the dancefloor Keeping me occupied Tingle to the tip with listless Cleaning compulsively for pristine Hamfisted existence Driven by worry of a kind I’m terrified And I don’t even understand why Behind plastic, Under mattress, A lit match and A scared actress, I keep trying I half ass it Mould, shift, change I’m gymnastic. Bored angel, At an angle to the moon To forget; Dance away The afternoon There’s a sorrow in the touch There’s a love within the blush There’s a truth In the burden of the move Reacquaint with love This noun This list this rule Like a sponge Like some relic on the dashboard Teaching me how to die Circling the same drain every single day I see your sadness And don’t know what to do Because I feel it too, And see myself in you. A dancer in the mud.
3.
The Hammock 03:08
The violence of the hammock I saw the truth in you, the truth is you could always do it. The sight that caused the panic The sickness creeping through the reason you was always manic Science fiction planet It’s not at all how we had gone and fixed to plan it Why Are they so full of granite? Risking the will to wake on other snakes and gutter spit its… Throwing dirt at the pain To melt like buttercream a stream of screaming in the sandpit Throwing dirt at the pain Right before dinner time the inner line of dialogue quits Now I’m half past, now I’m quarter to, now I’m right on the minute, and I’m missing you… The shyness of the dancer Will I be here for long? The sound is off it’s been a minute. The brightness of the answer The rich and heavy speech like hammer cheek I’m smack within it Science fiction planet It’s not at all how we had gone and fixed to plan it Whine, Just like the whine of a dog, I keep repeat my story I get specific and deep I’m like a bruised beast, I’m like a dinner feast I’m like a piece of meat All chewed up fromt he grief Throwing dirt at the pain, The memories eating me up again. Now I’m half past, now I’m quarter to, now I’m right on the minute, and I’m missing you… You, so missed.
4.
Half of the havoc happens When you’re halfway happy Panic cheek to cheek Week to week Sleep to sleep Repeat repeat NO WAY OUT ! Don’t step on This is a lesson Press on depression This is on me Some things can be beautiful Muttering adult I got Fatigue
5.
Spring mattress, On the list of things to buy, Used matches, To my left, to my right, Four going on five Beneath the window Oh surprise a guest arrives An unexpected set of eyes You should come in, and did you drive? We haven’t seen you in a while, So now seemed like the best time…. Carry me, while you care for me… Try to laugh These sweet wounds… Carol’s gonna be late And the cake has sunk from all that jumping Meredith is miserable And george has had too much of everything Mishandled, In the time it takes to dine, Lit candles, Four going on five… Family fire Candice has kidnapped the camera Patrick is crying in the corner The towels were left unfolder Oh no You laugh. You laugh adjacent to tragedy, full of buttercream and fudge I know it’s hard to make an apology, plastic covering your lunch.
6.
Talk soft Cause my head's light From saying the wrong things At the right times Get lost In the highlights I’m seeing the right things In the wrong light Pretty and parched last week Working on rehearsed speech Getting all comfortable with ungovernable set Of organic techniques Pushing me forward Like I were a public speaking Power seeking Man Get out, while you can. Steep climb In the meanwhile I’m looking back twice For a half smile More fool With a flashlight Rolling a third dice With a full pile Spread like dour sheet All of this “so to speak” Letting commitment be shipped with a clause For the cause of remaining discreet Pushing me forward Like I were a public speaking Power seeking Man
7.
New York 01:45
If there’s a thread Ima, Pull on it like a child. I mean to ask of you, Could you be here a while? Are you with me? Do you see me? If there’s a thread Ima, Pull on it like a child. I need to ask of you, Will you be here a while? Are you with me? Do you see me, Properly? You are on the back of every pack I’ve ever seen You are the cleansing product of my dreams Sleep, or so it seems Perchance to dream.
8.
My Name 03:37
You look like Lighting when You catch my eye on tender evening Oh I’ve wanted to always be like Leather on a suitcase fading Down with every year and Change of name. Oh I’ve always seen a beauty in this aging Rearranging somewhat different somehow still the same I don’t want to be the agent for your love My god, my rage Acting the way that is linked to my name My heart, my face Treat me the same as if nothing has changed We laugh like Children and It sounds like crowds of people clapping Oh I struggle through always choosing Shadows Soothing somehow proving Me magnificent brilliant and restrained I just wanna to be the agent for some I just wanna be the agent for some love I don’t want this pain to cause me heartache anymore I just want to be the agent for some love.
9.
Emma, Have you Anywhere to go but up? Symptom of a cause because, Larrikin I’m laughing. Take the time to make it last A long time. Best advice I ever grasped, In a while Annie, Have you Kept your mother on her toes Victim of a cause because Mannequin what happened? Birthday candles on the grass The firelight Kept the fly inside the glass Like a child Set me on fire, I’ve been feeling weakly Lost the habit scrap and cut I never had what you’d call A family I think of you often And regret my absence But i'm too cowardly To be present. Only way to go was away, Compelled and afraid. Sat beneath a sunny Wall And dreaming Violent, listless, Only way to go is was a, Way I pray you have the strength to Make it on without Out the anchor of my days The harsh light Weighing down upon the waves Of a life A dust cloud The leaving The letting go This evening I don’t know Do I Should I I don’t know… Should I Well I Do not know… Take your time to make it last…
10.
Like Kisses 01:20
Fool make the most without moving of choosing To rest on the wind like, kisses What of you then when the wind doesn’t bend to the whim or the will of Wishes? Lazy to make the heart the head the ache It’s all beneath Chest gonna break The grief the heave belief Is all I need Shower the boy with Kisses Shower the boy with Kisses
11.
To Speak 02:54
Cross those arms lord Shuffle them feet forward Don’t be shy, Show em why. The sickness is incredible I’m all caught up Why does it have to be So incredibly hard to speak Freely? You say I’m missed, What is it? what is the essence of this kid who is missed? I resist This insistence To be what I was Or who you intended Im ripe for the cause And expect you respect it I’m here, I’m complete Even if you reject it I’m all cut up But the cut was expected To breathe, Is enough I’m sick I’m sick I’m crying I’m sick of crying.
12.
The Fire 04:12
Uh huh, Yeah, I’m here I Didn’t get far this year Uh huh yeah I’m clear I filled up my hands To here. The force The pull The standing still To hunch To swim The laugh Is in Sick to stomach Full of rubbish Need some nourishment I Seek some courage For to flourish Need encouragement Cry Like a baby You Cry Like a baby We cry Like a baby In time The feel of pushing, Pressing down The pressed impression Making out The past and present Pulse of now The sight of prayer That’s Going round The scent of a lost and losing team Electric and receiving The sound of kicking the ground, Again… Compelled enough to write Knowing you would inspect it Admire your attire And the will you present with Every time we dance Oh lady Come find me In the parts that I play Whistelint on the way To some dumb Melody I’m friend I’m the son I’m the father today Though I may not Tear Gently Thought I may not show my whole self as okay And through a whole lot Speak plenty And through the whole lot I’m well aware I complain And I know It’s part and parcel with the rain I’m well aware of the sound Whispering on the way Whistling on the way In the grass In the ground In the palm In the sound In the speech In the sight In the day In the night The story of a fire And the one who protects it
13.
Some weeks are months Some days are years Still call you baby All the same Some steps are jumps Some prayers are tears Still walking daily Despite the rain This pill to wake This pill to dream I miss your face In between the sheets For heavens sake, You never came You’re looking great here despite the frame; As if you haven’t changed In simply being your whole damn self You do that talking, I knew so well, And I’m make sure It goes in The right ears. And If I’m not making sense I blame the medicines, A hospital and a bed. I get Repetitive A verbal cue Physically moved Curate the days for Consistency I dress my feet I sit for lunch The morning hues in The coffee dump. Wish you were here Wish you were here Not much to say but Wish you were here. As if the message was unclear Know what you’d tell me too, You’d rub my back you’d talk me through You’d say - Oh cheer up charlie, It’s only a day. Know what you’d tell me too, You’d rub my back you’d talk me through You’d say - Oh cheer up charlie, It’s only a day. Just get through the day. My crumpled hand, A simple plan, Still stretching daily Despite the pain To hear your name is still a strain In simply being your whole damn self You do that talking you do so well, I keep repeating my whole damn self I miss that talking I knew so well And I’m never sure I’m quoting the right years The way your hands would have shrunk like mine How your eyes would have greyed over Eleven in the morning, Again.
14.
Go On 04:07
Don’t turn your head I’ve got faith in you Cry a little if you need to Go on That stain, on the back of your neck This rain, what did I expect? I need a break, But so do you Dumb cosmic expenses And we’re overdue Cry a little if you need to Go on What rage Most days I’m scared In all ways This cage Don’t turn back yet I’ve got faith in you Cry a little if you need to Go on

credits

released November 17, 2023

license

tags

about

Daggy Man Brisbane, Australia

Daggy man is the solo project of Thomas Calder.

These songs are somewhat of a scrapbook, constructed from memories that may or may not be entirely accurate.

contact / help

Contact Daggy Man

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Daggy Man, you may also like: