Divorce Pop

by Son of Stan

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Divorce Pop is the debut album from Son of Stan. Son of Stan is Jordan Richardson. Co-Produced by Adam Lasus and Son of Stan. All music written and performed by Son of Stan.

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released 15 October 2013

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Son of Stan Los Angeles, California

Son of Stan.
Divorce Pop

I've made music for a very long time.
This is my first solo project.
My first album, Divorce Pop, comes out October 15 was produced by Adam Lasus (Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Helium, Yo La Tengo) and will be released on Wizardvizion Records.
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Track Name: Corsica
A survey at the mall found that 7 out of 10 are appalled
at the way it went down, you put the goddam thing in the ground
And it’s hard enough to even make it go

In our Olds 98, we we’re young, you we’re straight
We know now, I knew then, that kind of thing will never happen again
Is that enough to even make it go
Do You Know

We broke down near Teague, we were stranded half a day in the heat
You came on real strong, it was not the right time to be wrong
And its enough to even make it go
Is that enough to even make it go
Do Know Me

I wont stop dragon, you know Im gonna have it and no one will be tellin me no
Never stop dragon, you know Im gonna take it and next time Ima take it alone

TIp tip tip tip tip toe

You wait for long and then the one good part of its gone
You’ve been had, been put on, well hallelujah can we finally move on
if that’s enough to even make it go
You’ve been had, been put on, well hallelujah can we finally move on and on and on
And its enough to even make it go

New old me
New Horizon
You know that I...
that’s not enough to really make it go
tip tip tip tip tip toe

You know Im not diggin, you know Im gonna dig in
and now Im gonna make it a goal to not fuck up (suck up in radio version)
Im done diggin, you know you’re gonna dig it, you know you’re gonna freak out alone

Never stop draggin, You know Im gonna take it and next time Im gonna take it alone
Never stop draggin, You know Im gonna take it and next time Im gonna take it alone
Track Name: You Never Liked The Way You Left Home
You Never Liked The Way You Left Home
You’d like to think that you take care of yourself, you think you’d call it a new way to survive
You carrry home in a sack in your hand, you find love when it’s closing time
You found a party in the palm of your hand and you behave like a tire fire
Pretzel yourself around the beautiful kids, stumblin in and out of the spotlight

But you never liked the way that you left home

Up on a ledge you look down at yourself, you see a wet street landing strip
You take to the air like a P-51 and you land like and I.V. Drip
You’re a little baby that came out of a child and you remain a baby to this day
Sweet little baby, what have you done...sweet little baby take it away

But you never liked the way that you left home

You learned to drive the first night that you drank and its a miracle you made it a mile
Sweet little baby, you’ll get tired of yourself...it’ll only take a little while
Track Name: Look of Leave
Look of Leave
Give em the seat, the wheels, the spokes
Who’d wanna learn to make it roll
Go on about your trading blows, or get bored

Who wants to take it for a ride
Who wants to learn to make it go
Stuck in the back of a patient mind...is “no”

Move towards breath
Weightless

It’s all for sale
We’re almost there....it’s nearly hell

How do we make it more sublime by fucking around saying it’s all gone
Get in the boat with spikes in the hull and row row row

Move towards home
Weightless

It’s all for sale
We’re almost there...it’s nearly hell
It’s all for sale
It’s hard to tell...it’s no, but yea
Track Name: Noxeema
Noxeema
Screaming without feeling is a dull knife left in the drawer
And hanging from the ceiling is a dance step away from the morgue
I’d like to think that you would bare-bone break through the door
But you’re busy leaking down a 10 foot hole in the floor, it’s where you’ll be, exactly where you’ll be and you know...

Cut me off and turn me loose
It’s all you really wanna do
Cut me off and turn me loose

Doing without moving is a movie on a loop in your head
Like a banker in a sebring you are driving yourself in the red
You’d like to think that your immune to the real of the world
It’s blue noxeema and a tape deck set to record just what you feel, but none of it is real
So how you gonna sing tonight

We’re the obscene, we’re the ones who like to dream
What’s it to you, what the hell you gonna do
We’re the obscene, we’re the ones who like to dream
What’s it to you, what the hell you gonna do...well do it

Or Cut me off and turn me loose
It’s all you really wanna do
Cut me off and turn me loose

You wouldn’t stand a chance in the world
You suck that silver spoon like a girl
You’re a world class, mind blowing bore

We’re the obscene, we’re the ones who like to dream
What’s it to you, what the hell you gonna do
Whether it’s right, kept our parents up at night
What’s it to you, what the hell you gotta prove
We’re the obscene, we’re the ones who like to dream
What’s it to you, what the hell you gonna do...well do it

Or Cut me off and turn me loose
It’s all you really wanna do
Cut me off and turn me loose
Track Name: Chip Away
Chip Away
So...you’re mining for gold, you don’t know where
You keep panning far, and wide, and low
So...you’re eating your heart with spoon and knife
You don’t mean to fall in love...so don’t

All alone I slip away, slip away
But with you I chip away, chip away

You keep panning far, and wide, and low
So...you’re eating your heart with spoon and knife
You don’t mean to fall in love...so don’t

All alone I chip away, chip away
But with you I slip away, slip away

All alone I chip away

All alone I chip away, chip away
But with you I slip away, slip away
Track Name: Sadie
Sadie
This little piggy made of gold, and this one he left Rome
Not many pig or fish would make it home
You come a long way, you think, to trip and fall down invisible hole
How many just like pig end up alone

This little, dainty thing in the dorm of a government home
Come meet your maker girl, it wont take long
Ponytail made in hell by the light of the VHS
Scream all you want dear, here everybody’s deaf
And I don’t know

We gonna die happily
We gonna die to fascinate

In walked the totem who got off of his pole, He’s raw and a little bit worn
Get him signed in and a laptop filled with porn
Make him a bed, get him fed with oil from a persian gulf
Cuz four short years will never be enough for him to know

He gonna die happily
He gonna die to fascinate

Evil rising... clean the floor, clean the floor
Evil rising... clean the floor, clean the floor clean

In walked the men who lived in the tenement row known as Doublemint Grove
Packing a mean grip of ritalin and bible bone
In walked the kid from the cold, he’s being good, he’s quoting Korn...
“Freak on a leash” , “Adidas” and a couple more...but he don’t know

He gonna die happily
He gonna die to fascinate
We gonna die happily
We gonna die to fascinate

Lies and hidden video we don’t know
Wifi B-Roll, read the code webelo
We both know our role
We both know our goal
We both know zero

Evil rising... clean the floor, clean the floor
Evil rising...
Track Name: Motorcycle Rolled
Motorcycle Rolled
Your motorcycle rolls into the ditch of gold
You check it at the door...it’s not your own
Somebody else’s fear clogged up your veins of blood
Now the cement is poured...there’s no more blood

Dream is all but rain
Hope is nothing more than half-drunk day-old beer and friends passed out on your floor

Your motorcycle rolls into the crowded mall
Your throat, it opens fire....it kills them all
The photographs are bold...the motorcycle rolled
It’s useless anymore, just like our love

Dream is all but rain
Hope is nothing more than half-drunk day-old beer and friends passed out on your floor
Twisted metal breaks
A scene you can relate
Pins pressed into your leg
A valiant heart will never beg
But me and you were something more
Track Name: Rochelle and Connie
Rochelle and Connie
Rochelle Roe was a girl who knew too well what it takes
to ignite fire by my bedside, even though she would say...

“That’s not me. I try not to be that way...but afterall, we did it just the other day.
If you could see how innocent I am...well that’s lie detection...you know would know I’m waiting for a man....and you’re not that”

Jose Guzman moved into a museum
Lived it up, burned it down, but he didn’t start the fire
Derrick Coleman dropped in a hole man
Dig him up, bring him up
Mining is a hard life

Connie K was a lady who would say Rochelle was...

“That’s not her though she tried it in another life...Admittedly so, she’d make a very terrible wife. If you could see how fucked up this all was, well that’s an understatement, we could all end up like him because...BECAUSE”

Jose Guzman moved into a museum
Lived it up, burned it down, but he didn’t start the fire
Derrick Coleman dropped in a hole man
Dig him up, bring him up
Mining is a hard life

Wave, you get caught up in a wave and now you wish you wouldve stayed away
Your whole wide world is a flame, you give it all up or away...away

Lincoln Coleman got into a hole man
Close it up, said goodnight...no one else has seen him again.
Track Name: It's Not Clear What's Happening
It’s Not Clear What’s Happening

Lose it full, or lose a drop or lose it all

I’d like to sleep and have it matter more
And maybe dream I know I have before
And I will sleep inside the city walls
I’ll give meaning to this thing called bed

Lose it full, or lose a drop or lose it all

I hear the meek and the tattered call
Of four piss poor painted walls
They are daring me to walk beyond
It’s funny cuz I know its not that hard
I’ll go drinking with the silly foal
I’ll bed down in the hay that’s left

Lay here for a minute, let me collect
Lay here for a minute, then you’re free to pass
But no one’s stopping me
Get on my feet
No one’s stopping me
Except myself

Myself, myself, myself, myself

I like the sound of a shattered dream
At least as much as some half assed scream
I swear to god I wont hurt no more
I swear to god I said that before

Lose it full, or lose a drop or lose it all