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The Macks Are A Knife

by The Macks

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1.
When I came into this world They grabbed my head and pulled it Doctor told me not to cry So sorry Can’t control it I can beg for your forgiveness But I feel quite offended I just surfaced What you scared of? A bouncing baby boy? When I landed on the planet My future plan was branded In an infant’s marble mind Still dense like solid granite I’m too slow to run the gamut Blow it when it’s fixed Swing and miss Hit the bricks You‘ll have to grin and bear it Kiss your boy goodbye then When I came into this world They told me little stories I got posies in my pocket Rings around my fingers Got no checkered past either But they wanna king me Gotta be me When they see me Will they kiss the speakers? Kiss your boy goodbye then When I fell into your arms I swore I saw an angel With them eyes like weighted blankets They pin me like Kurt Angle Asking is this hold a strangle? Cuffed me like a bangle Beads and baubles As I wobble Tell me what’s your angle? Kiss your boy goodbye then Big block is bouncing The neighbors are asking About the paint job peeling away Don’t pull it off I’m throwing up I didn’t ask you so please walk away I just surfaced What you scared of? Kiss your boy goodbye then When I came into this world they grabbed my head and pulled it Doctor told me not to cry So sorry Can’t control it I can beg for your forgiveness But I feel quite offended I just surfaced What you scared of? A bouncing baby boy? When I leave this world like momentary flashes Guess my matter will not matter When scattered into ashes Like they told me in those classes When I was just a larva It’s not karma or big pharma It’s the toughest pill to swallow
2.
Nice 03:07
Gentle and lovely I’m a man when I wanna be nice Ladder climber Battered dime Your looks don’t matter if you isn’t nice Telephone ringing I ain’t going out tonight (What looking like this?) With that tattoo on your neck Well he think he got you pegged like a Lite Brite (He might) You could be nice and play along right? We could be nice and get along right? Nice That shit was nice Cannonball diving into your private life Since Hannah passed the bar I can get away with killing the vibe (Am I right?) A dollar in the hand is not the measure of a man (Am I right?) Well we can’t pass the bar without our bellies up So put that gin on ice You could be nice and play along right? We could be nice and get along right? Nice That shit was nice That shit was tight That shit was nice What if we got married? I come from old money Watch me ooze good fortune What if this is it? Nice That shit was nice That shit was tight That shit was nice
3.
Family Ties 03:59
(Alright I’m gonna need some help) Family on the come up Some have seen some jail time I got what I needed Daddy hustled for dimes Momma got a gun now I know where she hide it Got myself a pit bull So don’t even try it Grandma’s got a new piece Military bloodline Skippy on the east coast coming home in July Pain will make it better Toss me in the shredder boy Newborn sin performer Chair facing the corner Pain will make it better Toss me in the shredder boy Newborn sin performer Chair facing the corner (I was) Back when I was a little boy Cousins practice violence Christmas with a black eye Bite the soap for swearing Mary’s whooping stick on standby Poppa was a mountain tossed me in the deep-end I was only 5 then Now I sink in like a head pin Pain will make it better Toss me in the shredder boy Newborn sin performer Chair facing the corner Pain will make it better Toss me in the shredder boy I like living this way I do it on purpose They say when the going gets tough The soft get got Chin down watch your six Family on the come up Some don’t see the sunshine Khaki pressed and pleated Grandma wanted us to look nice Brother got the brains but Mom says I’m the nice one Screaming for attention Built to break the tension Now I got a no show Not in sanitation Absent from the cashflow It come like masturbation Found myself in timeout Wonder when I get out Waiting for that bailout never take the safe route Paint me like your French girls Paint me as a villain Working in the basement at Least I’m in the building
4.
Well it’s… Sunny in January cause California migrates north to my doorstep Where will we put these fucks? I guess they’ll sleep on my couch I’m sick of hands outstretched but I’ll fill your pockets if your story fits my theme of my day Feels like the boat left without me Good I’m sea sick anyway I fully expected my walls to fall away like cardboard A television crew to hit the floodlights Gimme Ed Harris please Truman shit (Dome sweet dome baby) Add one and one kid You’re too stupid Two plus another is Four someone better suited I hate my own vibe but everything is Gucci It’s the way my father raised me Will my mother praise me? Not if I’m lazy so I don’t smoke flowers or daisies There’s no baby in that stroller It’s probably what’s left of a feral cat Getting Jaked off on a rotating chat Add one and one kid You’re too stupid Two plus another is Four someone bigger A chapter with a main character complex A legion of “protags” Fuck I might be a bot Riddled with anxiety Our outlooks on shuffle They will think my generation weak but they never grew up knowing everything Keep your head up you have no idea who will come along I’m not creative enough to be pessimistic? Therapy is booked out I’m not your father please stop calling me that Feeling like I passed my prime before I walked the earth Walking contradiction just a walking contradiction How many times can she shoot herself in the foot before she turns the gun? The American dream isn’t what she used to be Loose change in the ashtray it’s all simple Macks-ematics It’s all simple Macks-ematics Crush His Head skull and brain Cave it in like man made Styrofoam Truth is loose cents spent Seek comfort in discomfort if it leads to truth When I go to bed at night do you really think I’m sleeping? (NO) I climb out my window I’ve lived 168 lives and I’m only 28 In 2 years I’ll be 30 and I will have killed about 12 more selves It’s the only math I’ll ever need Add one and one kid You’re too stupid Two plus another is For you
5.
Steamroller 03:45
All we did today was watch TV and fuck I push your buttons like I press my luck We dine like kings when dad can cover the spread Until then hold a bag of rice against my head I steamroller over it Compound your problems When I… Fall like an anvil on a cartoon cat Friends and strangers can be vacuum packed What am I to do? Just die in the snow? Oh hell no I love breathing like Rob loves blow I steamroller over it Compound your problems When I… Steamroller over it I find peace forgetting about the world in my head Time to drop the reins and hold my matter at hand Tween the shattered screen I keep the lay of the land Health wealth or stealth I sneak away to bed When I steamroller over it
6.
I gut the big fish And drain the small pond I get my ass kicked but Still get what I want They say I’m charmless! They say I’m harmless! Like Baldwin popping blanks I kill regardless They don’t pay I met the big wigs The rubber giants I served it up for them They never try it I call red rover! I call red rover! I call red rover! Send Sunny over Cause once I got em Oh boy I’m snapping knecks My Dina’s eating good My boys are cashing checks We could pay rent! Corporate compliments! We bought a Learjet! And haven’t crashed it yet They don’t pay I have seen The end of me In all my forms I am square one born I have seen The end of things And that's done But I will ascend But there’s one thing in my way (What?) They don’t pay (At all)
7.
Comfort Flow 03:57
Harry was a long man working long days Sweating in a saw mill running that big blade Big boss came Said you gotta stay late While he was leaning on the stack to obliterate When it came down they knew just who to blame Harry with his hand on the lever down Activate Four fingers severed like feathers on hunted game Harry thought it might be time for a job change Air flows cool through my window I’ve been fooled I’m in limbo Ben pushed mop on his very first day Little did he know of the recent foul play Shout rang out said come right away Bring a bigger bucket cause boss is purée When he walked in his face turned solid clay Hadn’t seen so much red since the holidays Splattered was the matter on the walls like spray paint Benny thought it might be time for a sick day Air flows cool through my window I’ve been fooled I’m in limbo Window to a world outside Lean out it’s open wide My shoes in open air Rips through my clothes And and and I fall in Air flows cool through my window I’ve been fooled I’m in limbo
8.
Caught thinking of us I push and now you’ve pulled away But that’s how I love Like a vice I pressure you to stay Like a runaway ramp This is getting steep Like your morning tea It’s hot water indeed It don’t fit right Then don’t buy it This shit’s Velcro So don’t tie it You I know I love you Don’t deny it You deny it Then you supplied it Every dog has its day Every day ends in Y Everyone has their flavor But you’re the one that I like Then I think of Chuck I’m back at camp hearing his name What did he say To me on his last dying day? It don’t fit right Then don’t buy it This shit’s Velcro So don’t tie it You I know I love you Don’t deny it You deny it Then you supplied it Grandfather told me there’s Cowboys and Cattlebroads Like a bucking bull I can’t let go I’m the painted clown now And you know our love’s the rodeo
9.
Can Man 04:45
10 ft tall Hands that hang Knuckles drag through your gutter drain The block is hot His eyes aflame On his list he’s written your first name The heat is on Can Man grins Through the blinds Do not let him in Eyes closed Hit the floor Lean the desk on the bedroom door Let him in It’s the same thing tomorrow He don’t give in It’s the same thing tomorrow (Eyes closed in fear I crumble) Let him in It’s the same thing tomorrow He burned the bridge He smoked the Inn, Broke the bank And he torched the gym Last stop before the fall He needs your neck And he’s in the hall Let him in It’s the same thing tomorrow He don’t give in It’s the same thing tomorrow (Eyes closed in fear I crumble) Let him in It’s the same thing tomorrow Blood is drawn Can Man wins Scrounge for change and you play again Let him in It’s the same thing tomorrow He don’t give in It’s the same thing tomorrow (Eyes closed in fear I crumble) I will win
10.
Ranchero 04:06
Ranchero my entire life The setting sun on your iron hide Ranchero sweep me off my feet No such thing as a dead end street Ranchero now the world is ours The greatest human and the fastest car Ranchero now or bloods the same Unleaded fuel courses through my veins Ranchero (I wanna ride) Ranchero is a flying car Soaring over your boulevard Ranchero no you don’t get old 20 pistons of solid gold Ranchero god bless my luck One part hot rod, the other: truck Ranchero we will never die Majestic beast meets a lucky guy Ranchero (I wanna ride) Don’t break down on me Ranchero you rolled into my life And I will never recover from this Ranchero (I wanna ride)
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credits

released May 17, 2024

Written and Produced by The Macks (Sam Fulwiler, Ben Windheim, Josef Windheim, Jacob Michael Perris, Aidan "Harry" Harrison)
Engineered and Mixed by Ben Windheim on Tascam 388 at Buffalo and Anjuna
Mastered for all platforms by Adam Gonsalvez at Telegraph Mastering
Album Art created by Sam Fulwiler
Album Photography by Ian Enger
Album Typography and Layout by James H. Kennon
Special thanks to Sam Lay, Aidan Case, Thaddeus Moore, Angie Windheim, Grant Anderson, Bridgett Palmer, Nils Niswonger, Josh Stirm, Jake Thiessen, and many more for technical help in realizing the album sonically and visually.

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