Stacked Like Pancakes - Weightless [Audio]

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Produced by Matt Squire
Written by Kellen McKay

hold me up with a kite, I am weightless without my mind
hold me up with a kite, I am weightless

I'm going ballistic in my head
but it's okay, 'cause no one will listen anyway
I'd love to live a day without my brain and hit play
I'm going ballistic in my head
but no one will listen anyway
no one will listen anyway
anyway...

I'll sell my conscience for a quarter 'cause I can't quite tell
how much my thoughts are worth but I promise I'll make it a good sell
I'll take it, take it to the market, trade my brain for a life
and I can finally see the light
the incandescent light bulbs are shattering on my temples
repeat repeat repeat - I think I might be mental
take a strain of thought and watch me disassemble
the words are not mine - they’re just on rental

I asked my favorite word if she would ever love me
but she told me she would never and I'll tell you why in summary:
a distant memory tells her everything she needs to know
I have a history with words out of her control
I thought about my thoughts and tried to separate my words
I think I need a supplement to silence every word I’ve heard
But pills can't erase thoughts, and drugs make 'em shorter
I guess all I can do is sell my conscience for a quarter

hold me up with a kite, I am weightless without my mind
hold me up with a kite, I am weightless without my mind
I am weightless

I guess I'll ask myself, self,
why don't you get some help, self,
Help yourself to all the wealth
and it'll all work itself out
Self-diagnosis tells me I need you to fix me
Something's out of rhythm, come back to me
Please sign the dotted line that tells me I am fine
Please prescribe my life and let me live a lie
I'll stock the shelves with all the medicated disbelief, Doc,
I'm on my knees, please give it to me so I can breathe

side effects include: repeat repeat repeat
now pull the trigger and relea-e-e-ease
over-the-counter under-the-table I am stable, able-minded
trying to find a way to rhyme with every word in time
my doctor gave to me the perfect cure to fix my head
but how come half the people who take it, take it, wind up... sad
I'm going ballistic in my head but it's okay
today, I'm living without my brain

[TheMetaKid]

I remember one time a friend of mine looked at a Stacked Like Pancakes poster that said it was 'brass rock' or something like that (I don't remember), and she complained about them thinking they're 'too good for ska.'

I can definitely say that you guys are too good to be bound by a silly notion such as a genre. You have transcended humanity. The sheer power of music is enough to speak for itself. There is no need to place labels on that which cannot be properly understood by mortal minds such as ours in the first place. The only thing we can do is observe and try our best to appreciate the gifts of the gods above in musical form.

[sarahmcclanahan]

This song is now one of my favorites ❤

[meanyapickles]

I am so glad I decided to see what else you guys made after I heard SFDD for the first time because this shit slaps