2 Sad, 2 Furious

by The World's Greatest Detective

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Recorded in a day at Mollusk Studios, Brooklyn

Engineered, mixed and mastered by John Meredith

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released February 12, 2016

Alex Heigl -- bass, guitars, vocals

Alejandro Salazar Dyer -- drums

John Meredith -- extra guitars and whammy bar solo

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The world doesn't need any more straight white men singing about their feelings, but, well, here we are.

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Track Name: All Hands on Deck
Is this who I thought I'd be / is this how I thought I'd be spending my nights
Truth be told, I can't remember / there's been so many benders and that was so long ago
These old records don't sound the same / the pictures are faded, to say nothing of the frames
But I'm still out here, out of time, out of luck / and I'm running out of fucks

These damn hands / held on so tight and now they're growing old
My best-laid plans / slip through my fingers and scatter in the cold

I can't imagine how things'll be / when I'm staring down the barrel of 40
And all I'll have left to my name is a couple of albums and a whole lotta shame
Oh well, shut up kid, what do you know / this is the path you chose, this is your row to hoe
There are no second acts in life, but your first was pretty good, so stop your crying

These damn hands / held on so tight and now they're growing old
My best-laid plans / slip through my fingers and scatter in the cold
Track Name: Fifth-Floor Walkup
Despite all the bullshit / cancer, hate and death
I still love this life / it beats the alternative

There's cops and there's Kardashians / and yeah, we all die alone
But you gotta do what you can when you can to make this life your own
We all get those dark thoughts at the end of a bottle or late at night
But I'll go to my grave with my head held high / yelling at Death, "What gives you the right?"

Despite all the bullshit / cancer, hate and death
I still love this life / it beats the alternative

You know I can't complain / even though I always do
I'm grateful for every moment I've been given / and that's the God's-honest truth
Nothing matters, not the pain, not the love / not the turtles all the way down
And that's the best reason I can think of for saying, "You know what, I got the next round!"

Despite all the bullshit / cancer, hate and death
I still love this life / it beats the alternative
Track Name: The Worst
Promised I would be alone / I made myself a liar
Guess it wasn't meant to be
This is not the end / at least I don't think so
Something about a whimper or a bang

They say stand together / what has that gotten us?

Nothing but the worst

I didn't know better / you didn't know best
Between the two of us, we were doing okay
I had to get out / sooner not later
I'm sorry for both of us, but mostly just me

They say stand together / what has that gotten us?

Nothing but the worst
Track Name: Fedoracore
It's been a real long time since I let myself give a shit again / and I gotta say it feels nice
It's been a real long time / since I didn't hide behind some leftover teenage spite, but now

If I'm going down, I'm going down swinging / if I'm going up, I'm going up in flames

The curtains 'round my heart and made of irony and rage / and not a whole lotta light gets through
I think it's high past time I tore down these ugly things / and really brightened up the room

If I'm going down, I'm going down swinging / if I'm going up, I'm going up in flames

*bitchin' guitar solo*
Track Name: Ghosts
I never believed in ghosts / until I went to New Orleans
Now my lungs are full of them / and they are bursting at the seams

You don't have to be a ghost / to haunt somewhere
I don't need to believe / to see things moving in the air

New York's got its ghosts they say / but none that ever spoke to me
I'm not looking for a friend / just some stories I can trade

You don't have to be a ghost / to haunt somewhere
I don't need to believe / to see things moving in the air

Whoa, whoa oh oh oh

I've always been an old man / and soon my years will match my age
Then I'll just sit and wait for my friends / to come and free me from my cage