This World Is Scary As F​*​*​k

by Marc With a C

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    **TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF "This World Is Scary As Fuck". ISSUED ON LIMITED VINYL FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME (yellow with 5 bonus tracks!)**

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1.
I'm gonna turn my car Into an aquarium I'm gonna fill it with fish I'm gonna get a dog Gonna name him Meatwad And put food in his dish When I get my stuff together When my ship comes in When I win the lottery I'm gonna spend it all on you I'm gonna find your dad And kick him in the nads Cause he's a dick to you I'm gonna find my mom's Favorite prescriptions I'm gonna share them all with you When I get my stuff together When my ship comes in When I win the lottery I'm gonna spend it all on you I will give you anything That you could ever want You are my submissive And I am your dom I'm gonna learn "Freebird" And make up new words And serenade you with it I'll get a tattoo One that matches for you Of a three-eyed fish When I get my stuff together When my ship comes in When I win the lottery I'm gonna spend it all on you Except I'll buy an iPod and Some new CDs Maybe something else selfish But nothing too fancy I'll still give you anything That you could ever want You are my submissive And I am your dom
2.
I write songs about the way I feel But sometimes I don't feel, other times I feel too much I don't air my dirty laundry I wear it out in public when I do shows But now the laundry room needs some work Tons of contractors, they give me estimates And that was such a lousy metaphor But if I told the truth It'd all be comin' out like Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Saw at least ten therapists last week Each one gave me a different form to fill out And when the therapy's done, what can I expect? Maybe medication But in the meantime I seclude myself, I distract myself Otherwise I'm gonna cry all day And when the therapy's done, and I'm all cried out I tried to tell ya' But it all kept comin' out like Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da This bite size help keeps me at bay But it really only teaches me how to act When they say it's gonna be okay They're all, "Marc, it's gonna be okay" It's like givin' a whale a Tic-Tac I talked to my daughter on the phone She was visiting grandma, a.k.a. my mom Said she found a Donald Duck plush doll That I once loved when I was her age I cried because what if I passed the torch? What if Juliana ends up this fucked up? And partially because I miss that doll I wanna cry on it's shoulder And mutter words that sound like Ba-ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da This bite size help keeps me at bay But it really only teaches me how to act When they say it's gonna be okay They're all, "Marc, it's gonna be okay" It's like givin' a whale a Tic-Tac
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Today you felt out of it Today I missed you a bit Well, that's not true, I missed you a lot You're at work and I'm at home We rely on the telephone And I can't wait 'til you come home to me Last weekend wasn't that much fun But now the arguing is done Sometimes couples have to clear the air The best friend that I've ever had Is you, kitten, and I'm so glad That you can't wait 'til you come home to me I can't wait to kiss you when you walk through that door I can't wait 'til I don't have to miss you anymore I can't wait 'til the next time I get to feel your shape I can't wait 'til you come home to me Oh-oh-oh I can't wait 'til you come home to me Your body is a work of art How'd you ever get so smart? I'm luckier than any guy I know You look great when you first wake up All the other girls are runners up And I can't wait 'til you come home to me I can't wait to kiss you when you walk through the door I can't wait 'til I don't have to miss you anymore I can't wait 'til the next time I get to feel your shape I can't wait 'til you come home to me Oh-oh-oh I can't wait 'til you come home to me Oh-oh-oh I can't wait 'til you come home to me
4.
Happy birthday Let's go get our prescriptions filled It's a long drive Please don't forget to take my pills I will influence you to do things you shouldn't be doin' This body is the tool that will leave your life in ruins Thank god you trust me limitlessly I'll repair you When my family's not around My first love's in the ocean And I wish that he would drown I'm changing every day to someone you have never seen Infantile regression all the way to seventeen Thank god you know how to spy on me Well, everything was cool Until Christmas rolled around We were playin' with telepathy Until I got found out Friends called to remind me That I had to tear you down So, I worked to earn your faith Then I stopped comin' around Just try to reach me With apologies in vain Well, I don't settle on much So I won't settle on a name I just bought a ring for about nine hundred bucks I will wish you well and then you're gonna need the luck Then I'll blame you for the things I've caused Ha, you fell for it There's no accounting for taste All the promises I made Well, you can watch them float away Cause there is no connection and there probably never was I'll become my father and use all my love and trust Thank god I've got friends to decompose Well, everything was cool Until Christmas rolled around We were playin' with telepathy Until I got found out Friends called to remind me That I had to tear you down So, I worked to earn your trust And then I stopped comin' around I'd repair you But that's not what I'm about I'll take what I got from you Then I'll go spread it around The first love gets a second dose of third rate punishment He's comin' back for more but we are so transparent Thank god I can lie so well Well, everything was cool Until Christmas rolled around We were playin' with telepathy Until I got found out Friends called to remind me That I had to tear you down So, I worked to earn your trust And then I stopped comin' around Everybody! Well, everything was cool Until Christmas rolled around We were playin' with telepathy Until I got found out Friends called to remind me That I had to tear you down So, I worked to earn your trust And then I stopped comin' around So, I worked to earn your trust And then I stopped comin' around So, I worked to earn your trust And then I stopped comin' around
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This is hopeless And I have had enough This is hopeless And now I'm giving up Inside I am broken Like a scrounged up roll of dimes This is hopeless Now I'm giving up This is hopeless Your teeth aren't in your skull This is hopeless Esmeralda's miracle If you've got a chewed up pen From the anxiety This is hopeless You'd probably agree I can block the sun out so our wounds heal in the dark But I know that we need sunlight just to breathe You spend more time outside reciting poetry Then deciding anything for yourself I can block the sun out so our wounds heal in the dark But I know that we need sunlight just to breathe You spend more time outside reciting poetry Then deciding anything for yourself This is hopeless You can't make up your heart This is hopeless And things have come apart I like myself enough To walk away when it feels right This is hopeless Another hopeless night This is hopeless Another hopeless night This is hopeless Another hopeless night
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Widespread like a plague Pills that make your belly ache You'll have to kneel and beg To keep her here Spitting out your teeth 'Til the gauze is all bloody And the Tylenol-3 Is wearing off We are all machines Neurotic and naïve God bless and save the queen From navy seals We've got many things to talk about We've got many things to talk about Hospital machines Pumping juices into me The insurance rates are steep But it worked out So now I can drive a car With Kareem Abdul-Jabbar His synth-pop lucky star Is burning out We are all machines Neurotic and naïve God bless and save the queen From navy seals We've got many things to talk about We've got many things to talk about Water heaters boil Inside of this mortal coil When you're sour in the oil While you're at ease Apostrophe-R-E Shortens up "you are" for me My vocabulary Is sharp and keen We are all machines Neurotic and naïve God bless and save the queen From navy seals We've got many things to talk about We've got many things to talk about
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03:08
There was this kid that used to beat me up A pudgy kid, his name was Chuck Once he had some M&Ms And I asked if we could share Instead he pushed me off of my Big Wheel I skinned my knee and he rode off And then when I was walking home A bee stung me on my head I stopped playin' outside that week Instead I listened to my Walkman incessantly And that's the reason I'm a music geek It never stole a Big Wheel from me In sixth grade I always dreaded lunch I could never find a place to sit and munch There was this kid named Bo Who once let me sit with him One day he interrogated me Found out I had a crush on Tara Weatherby He told the entire school When she found out she laughed at me I stopped tryin' to make friends that week Instead I listened to my Walkman incessantly And that's the reason I'm a music geek It never points and laughs at me Who needs real friends When you can obsess over bands? Who needs human contact When you can hear what people sing about it? Now I'm in my mid-twenties And everybody's got nice stuff but me I still have social phobias But I'm workin' to get past them Maybe if I went out and booked a few more shows And got a record deal and made some videos On second thought, I think I'll stay inside With my girl and sing song for her Cause she's in love with me She loves to download mp3s And she's in love with a music geek She likes me for me
8.
Everyone I know stumbles on a song And they love their songs, hell I love their songs Hit after hit and tat for tit But it seems that I've been gettin' it wrong Well, some guys are happy to hit and run But I don't think that'd be much fun I'd rather turn you into all the records I should have made I don't ever wanna be your one hit wonder Honey, would you be my greatest hit? If I sold this song, I'd be pimpin' ya' out Be my inspiration, darlin', be my box set I wrote my first song at the age of 15 And didn't touch that instrument again for a year But I picked it back up cause I thought I knew how to use it Hoping my words could nibble her ears But I couldn't get her to sing along And I learned that you can't force a song It's like writing wedding vows for a prostitute And I don't ever wanna be your one hit wonder Honey, would you be my greatest hit? If I sold this song, I'd be pimpin' ya' out Be my inspiration, darlin', be my box set I wrote a million tunes like I was practicing So I could get 'em all right for you Well, I need you to be my capo Or could you keep me in tune? You won't have to do much, just be yourself And we'll move into the Brill Building And we'll audition our songs and we'll let the neighbors watch Cause I don't ever wanna be your one hit wonder Honey, would you be my greatest hit? If I sold this song, I'd be pimpin' ya' out Be my inspiration, darlin' I don't ever wanna be your one hit wonder Honey, would you be my greatest hit? If I sold this song, I'd be pimpin' ya' out Be my inspiration, darlin', be my box set
9.
Save all your worries for the times you need them most Everything is alright now I propose You need directions from the one you wanna hear them from Your friends deserted you when things got hard They just don't like what they don't understand They rant on LiveJounal and beg for attention But I will keep you safe from all the scary stuff outside I bind your wrists together, you won't mind And that's devotion that's so hard to find Your friends are out there searchin' for their place in this life But you know who you are and that's no crime They just don't like what they don't understand They rant on LiveJournal and beg for attention Oh oh, but I will keep you safe from all the scary stuff online Everything that hurts it will subside It hurts right now, but it gets easier in time There's bruises on you but you like pain And it's hard to come to terms with, it's harder to explain But you did it and I'm proud of you for coming out Your true friends, one day, are gonna come back around They don't like what they don't understand They rant on LiveJournal and they beg for attention Oh oh, but I will keep you safe from all the scary stuff outside Oh oh oh oh Oh oh
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Everybody is selfish but, hey, that's life Do you wanna come over and spend the night? My VCR only works half the time The sound drops out but the picture is fine I'm so lucky that you love me too I wanna wash your long-ass hair for you It's like I'm high but I don't smoke pot How'd you get so cool? To think I used to wanna jump Off, this world is scary as fuck It's big and it's really mean Well, I don't like This world, but it looks like I'm stuck And I'm glad that you're stuck with me Had a Charley horse but you rubbed my leg Let's spend the entire day in bed You've got curves and I like your shape There's no way you're descended from apes I'm so lucky that you're still here You and me, we oughta disappear Your eyes sparkle like they're covered in gloss How'd you get so cool? To think I used to wanna jump Off, this world is scary as fuck It's big and it's really mean Yeah, I don't like This world, but it looks like I'm stuck And I'm glad that you're stuck with me I wanted to be Pete Townshend But I'll settle for your boyfriend Let's not end up jaded Let's repeat the chorus again This world is scary as fuck It's big and it's really mean Yeah, I don't like This world, but it looks like I'm stuck And I'm glad that you're stuck with This world is scary as fuck It's big and it's really mean Yeah, I don't like This world, but it looks like I'm stuck And I'm glad that you're stuck with me I'm glad that you're stuck with me
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So, how'd we get this far apart? It's only three miles via car Yet we only talk through voicemail nowadays But you're screenin' all your calls And we used to shake the walls And I miss you at Orlando Magic games Now you're sleepin' with the door guy Now let's get it straight You know I never threw you out Our kitties say, "Meow" And why won't you pick up the telephone? You're not getting these rings back I had problems with my dad But I'm getting better with a therapist While you're sleepin' with the door guy And some crater face named Duffy stole your heart But I got a job at Q96 And I'll be beating strippers off with a stick Yeah Mmhm Oh-ho oh-ho So, now I call you twice a day Sometimes to just say, "Hey" I bought you pills at the Orlando Magic games The cats and I miss you And when your strippin' days are through You'll wake up to the truth But for now just sleep with the door guy You know, that crater face name Duffy that stole your heart Cause I got a job at Q96 Soon I'll be be beating strippers off or vice versa Ah-ha! And this is the last time I call you Wait, did she just pick up? I better call back and check...

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A lo-fi album with songs about medication, questionable dating and breakups.

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released July 1, 2005

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Marc With a C Orlando, Florida

For 20 years, DIY indie pop singer-songwriter-storyteller Marc With a C has devoted himself to making raw, lo-fi music about a hi-def world.

Through countless original albums, EPs and live recordings, Marc With a C uses infectious melodies and salty language to tell the stories of a generation caught between the analog and digital worlds.
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