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Help

by Teething

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    Our second full-length album. For orders outside of Spain, we recommend you order directly from selfmadegod-store.com for lower shipping costs.

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    12" Vinyl (Blood red limited to 200 copies). Gatefold sleeve. Released by Power It Up.

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1.
Help. What the fuck is up? Back. Ralph is back. Here we go again. You know he gets fly, you think he gets high. So what'cha what'cha want? What the fuck is up? What'cha what 'cha want? Ralph is back.
2.
Pick up the phone dude. Friends who don't return calls. Fuck you. Friends that don't make efforts. I'll devour you. I'll devour you. All I know cabrón, it's about you. I'll devour you. I'll devour you. I'll devour you. Oh my god. I am still fucking pissed. Do it again, do it again. I am still fucking pissed. Die. I guess you can't help stupid.
3.
It’s about Starting Fires on the first split. Fucking Setting Fires on Regret. No peace. No trilogy. You'll all fucking burn. You'll all burn. Check it out. 35 years of closet depression. My body is a road map of pain. Help. Take care of Pops and please feed Bingo when I’m gone. Because I’ll burn everyone. I’ll burn everything. Cause I’ll burn everyone and I’ll burn everything. Dear Marta, Victor, Eduardo, Remains of hate to the grave. Take care of Pops and please feed Bingo when they lock me up. Help. Because I’ll burn everyone. I’ll burn everything. Cause I’ll burn everyone and I’ll burn everything. Fuck it. Strike. Go.
4.
Lack of personality. Spain sucks. I don't mind that they sing sometimes. But maybe take one class, just one english class. Spain sucks. And it makes me kind of proud that they envy DIY, Envy our tours, envy our ethics. And I hate what they represent. Hate every band, hate what they stand for. Help, I'm getting red, I'm getting kind of red.
5.
This is my suicide song to a fallen planet. It's okay, I have given up on you too. Us. Them. What keeps me alive, the only thing, is proving them wrong. Us. Them. Us versus them. I don't belong here, why am I here? Anti-terror and anti-fear. I don't care where you're from. Right now, you're in the Philippines. Motherfucker.
6.
Another Sunday, another movie night. Give me the horror, give it to me hard. Stuart Gordon is bringing us the creeps. We bring popcorn, we bring lots of coke. Aisle 8, seats 9 and 10. Date night is killing it, I'm giving it a 10. This movie, this creepy movie. This movie in my head. Wait, wait a minute, what the fuck? A rude fucking fuck is being loud as fuck. This ain't a party. This ain't a fucking phone booth. And I hate you. I fucking hate you. For what you've done I am not alright. For what you've done, I am not okay. Wait, wait a minute, I'm a maniac Stalk 'em to the bathroom, that's what's up. This movie, this creepy movie. This movie in my head. Help. My friend Matt taught me to grab my keys, make a weapon and stab a fucker. Jab puncture revenge. Your scream won't hold a candle to the movies in my head.
7.
Hell blessed me. My name is help and I think that I've given up, and just don't give a fuck. This Teething band ain't getting big. One more tour on the floor. So many better bands with better songs. Hell blessed me. Teething ain't cutting it. Insecure, full of shit. I'm a loser, a sinner, cliche lead singer. I reap what I sow. I give what I get. Harm set, harm get. Lay me down. I lay, hung, upside down because... Hell blessed me.
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Beth 02:37
Hey everybody, I’d like you to meet Beth. Who did Beth talk down to today? A waiter? Or her maid? She sleeps just fine. This classist sleeps fine. You fart, you piss like us all. You asshole.Help her. Mother Earth will serve her She sleeps just fine. This classist sleeps fine. Well not anymore dude, not on my watch. I feel a hole open up, your world will crumble. Shits about to get dark, Beth. Water turns to blood. The sky turns black. Karma will call. Now I sleep fine. Fuck Beth, fuck Beth.
9.
Just Kiss 03:00
Tie my hands, I like how they shake. They shake on their skin. I sweat lubrication. I swirl, I’m trapped. Black, heavenly those legs spread out. Tie my hands, I like how they shake. They shake on their skin. Cut my hands, I like how they shake. They shake on dead skin. Crucify my shoulders against quicksand. They crawl broken on my face. They drip down. Black, curving your spine. Help, help. A belly slugs forward, another head falls back. Tie my hands, I like how they shake. They shake on their skin. Cut my hands, I like how they shake. They shake on dead skin. I shake, I’m shaking. The sounds, they slur, circumcised by dreams.
10.
Headless I am. I can live headless For up to 7 long days. Without a head. Without my head. Brooklyn I creep. Homeless I crawl. Help me, I'm here, here to stay. Without a head. Without my head. Roaches we don't need a mouth to breathe. Faceless cold holes on our body make us breathe. Without a head. Without my head. Broken I'm broke. Arms, legs, they'll grow. Raw damp asthma. Your lungs I take. Without a head. Without my head. I hate this city. I hate this life. I've tried to stop these thoughts but I can't anymore.
11.
And when he hears my song, I hope Jesus weeps. God helps throat cancers. God bless brain tumours. God bless metastasis. God bless malignant cells. We've buried enough. Jesus weeps. God helps stage IV. God bless distant spread. And my fathers tired eyes have seen enough and cried enough. We've buried enough.
12.
Ever been to a bakery in Madrid? Chocolate pastry hearts that melt you apart. Palmera chocolate. On the street or green grass. With a friend or a date, they feel great. Chocolate pastry hearts that melt you apart. Like a broken man without his fix. I could be so pretty. Oh help me but my face is fucking fat.
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Written and performed by Jorge V (1988 - 2020)
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Lyrics by Jorge V (1988 - 2020) Performed by Teething Well it's happening on your doorstep, and you don't know just where to turn. You know things can be hard but you must pretend. Home is not a place Home is people Oh I want to go home. See the sunshine on my home. Sometimes it can be hard to look at yourself and not pretend. But I know one day I'll be home. Home is not a place Home is people Help is not a place Help is people Bye friend. Bye old friend.

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Our second full-length album.

Released by Power It Up (Vinyl), Selfmadegod (CD), Obliteration Records (CD Japan).

Purchase: linktr.ee/teething

Recorded in a live setting by Javier & Alfredo Ustara.
Engineered and mixed at Mpire Studio.
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege.

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released October 21, 2022

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