Good Intentions

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released November 15, 2015

Walter Campbell: Vocals
Kyle Lester: Bass
River Black: Guitar
Micah Turney: Drums

Produced by NVS. All songs written by NVS. Copyright 2015 NVS Music

All songs performed by NVS. "Swan Song" and "Cop Out" feature DMax and Brandon DuVall

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NVS San Jose, California

Started in 1999, NVS is a high-energy rock band from San Jose with punk, metal, and ska overtones. NVS blends various influences together to create sounds and words encouraging thought and feeling while embodying the best aspects of late '80s/early '90s alternative rock. ... more

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Track Name: Moral Wart
"Moral Wart"

Time has such a healing effect
And avoidance is my anesthetic
I've become something like an etch-a-sketch
Shaken up with a flick of the wrist

Time to make a choice
Do you do it with your head or your heart?
I don't even know where to start

You've only got one life
"Do what thou wilt" is so much more
Like casting stones at those covered in moral warts

I don't know what the hell is going on
I don't know if I trust myself
But I know the difference between right and wrong
I regret to say, I regret to feel like fucking hell

Time to make a choice
Do you do it with your head or your heart?
I don't even know where to start

You've only got one life
"Do what thou wilt" is so much more
Like casting stones at those covered in moral warts
Track Name: Iron Price
"Iron Price"

It’s vile and repugnant
A mindfuck, the main event
A godeater with the hair of the dog
That’s gonna bite the devil’s head off your cause

It’s complicated, not a matter of fact
But factually a point of view more exact
Than anything that ever fell in you lap
You better get out ‘cause you know it’s a trap

Trapped in a kamikaze picture
I make a cameo in my life
I pray for death, I pay the iron price

Caught in the act with Jesus Christ
Saltwater washes everything away
My skin is charred, I wear the iron price

Oh, it burns! Oh, how I suffer
But I stand my fucking ground
The iron price is right so let’s all pay each other
Flesh comes pound for pound

The iron price, it isn’t cheap
Victory comes with defeat

Trapped in a kamikaze picture
I make a cameo in my life
I pray for death, I pay the iron price

Caught in the act with Jesus Christ
Saltwater washes everything away
My skin is charred, I wear the iron price

At what cost does our payoff take us?
Fairy tales that make or break us
I pray for death, I pay the iron price
My skin is charred, I wear the iron price
A sacrifice, I am the iron price
Track Name: Swan Song
"Swan Song"

Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s not to blame
Everybody’s an expert
Everybody’s got some game

Everybody’s boring
Everybody’s got bad luck
Everybody’s so self righteous
Everybody’s high as fuck

Everybody’s hungry
Everybody’s tried it out
Everybody’s holding back
Everybody’s having doubts

Everybody’s so helpful
Everybody’s a critic
Everybody’s full of potential
Everybody’s full of shit

Si voce normalmente teng nada
No vem que no tem, todo bem, no falla
Vai con Deus, sa vai, vai, vai
Ew ca se mas como todo mundo
Vai…

Everybody’s selfless
Everybody’s self-absorbed
Everybody’s faking it
Everybody’s struck a cord

Everybody’s not as lucky
Everybody’s hanging tough
Everybody’s got the right
Everybody’s had enough

Everybody’s getting off
Everybody’s getting theirs
Everybody’s got opinions
Everybody doesn’t care

Everybody’s made mistakes
Everybody’s getting help
Everybody’s one-of-a-kind
Everybody’s someone else

Si voce normalmente teng nada
No vem que no tem, todo bem, no falla
Vai con Deus, sa vai, vai, vai
Ew ca se mas como todo mundo
Vai…

Cada de pow
Felia da puta
Track Name: Pete's Revenge
"Pete’s Revenge"

By the ocean
Waves in motion
Done rehearsing
Let’s go surfing

MONSTER
Look! He’s on a surfboard
MONSTER
Jesus Christ, Good Lord
MONSTER
There’s no time to make amends
This is Monster Pete

Swimming naked
Pretty wasted
Too zulu for your
Own good fucker

MONSTER
Is he on vacation?
MONSTER
Or deployed and stationed?
MONSTER
Don’t matter if you’re his friend
This is Monster Pete’s Revenge

It’s Monster Pete
And he’s brought his Chiefs
And they’re hungry boys that wanna eat
So accept defeat, they’ll make it nice and neat
Gonna fuck your face, gonna fuck your face up
With my bass and my bark’s all bite
We’re driving by day and surfing all night
Representing the stars and stripes
They’re bigger than Jesus Christ
So pray by candlelight in total pants-shit fright
It’s Pete’s revenge, and it starts tonight

As you beg for
'End of my war

Serpentine!
Serp-en-tine!
Serpentine!
Serp-en-tine!

Chiefs are nauseous
Pete’s unconscious
There’s a creature
Where’s the reefer?
Track Name: Polly Ann Marie
"Polly Ann Marie"

Through the smells of success
Tasting cigarettes in my breath
My senses have sensationalized their tone

No regrets and no resolve
Just the feeling in your arms, above all
And for just a moment I know I’m not alone

These lessons that you’ve taught me
Love is not a monarchy
Or a two-party system cannily guised as free

These chains of jealousy must be
Undone and I know I’m not the
Only one in love with Polly Ann Marie

I wish I wasn’t so reluctant to finally accept it
No Malthusian being can ever cheapen or revoke this
My pluralistic heart just complicates its single focus
My love is true, my aim is real, my flaw is my openness

Desperation in my words
A touch of regret undeserved
I’ve always valued your freedom to be free

And I’ll be yours at your request
To cherish every chance I get
I love you, bless your heart, and goddamn me

And for this, I honor your sovereignty
For this, I validate your insecurities
For this, I love you unconditionally
For this, I want you Polly Ann Marie
Track Name: Restraining Order
"Restraining Order"
 
I'm a hopeless romantic
Becoming more hopeless
I refuse to believe that I'm obsessed
 
You've changed another address
Yeah, it hurt more before
But now that we're older you know I'm still yours
 
You still make me
Happy, I believe in
And cherish you
So why don't you speak to me?
 
I would die for an answer
As I wait by the phone
I'll do anything for you but leave you alone
 
I've gone to counseling
And I only drink wine
Removed all the stitches, my wrists are doing fine
 
I still make you
Frightened, you won't
Listen, I'm different
So please, please speak to me one last time
 
I would die for
You won't speak to
Me, beg forgiveness, can't live through this
Without you
Out of my mind
Track Name: Jesus Camping
"Jesus Camping"

I hope the rapture finally comes so you can be
Saved from yourself
You want your pie in the sky, why don’t you go there yourself?

Fueling the nuclear airwaves, prayers and paychecks
Won’t be enough
Fallout comes, good intentions bring out the worst in us

Your Family circus prank
Taking life savings to the bank

Bad faith and science an even worse alliance
So full of shit
Riding the cashcow of million dollar evangelics

Nonprofit off their faith
And then throw out another date

Good intentions bring out the worst in us
Good intentions bring out the worst in us
Good intentions bring out the worst in us
Good intentions bring out the worst in us

So dig yourself a grave
So you can finally be saved

What makes you so conceited?
Your prophecies defeated
With every date repeated
Your failures are deep seeded

When I see someone praying
Don’t hear the words you’re saying
Quit damning their salvation
No trace of your derangement

Looks like your god’s gone camping
You’re constantly revamping
The Jesus Christ free market
Let’s get this rapture started

Some donate all their savings
And their worldly belongings
The rapture passed them, sadly
Maybe they’ll kill their families

Bodies of children in hell
Turn into little angels
Cue in eugenic rhetoric
Survival of the fetish

‘Cause doomsday didn’t happen
That was just Jesus campin’
Straight from the mouth of madness
Their blood is your Black Sabbath

I guess that ain’t your problem
You make doomsdays, you don’t solve them
Come on, fess up, or just
Shut up

Good intentions bring out the worst in us
Good intentions bring out the worst in us
Good intentions bring out the worst of us
Good intentions bring out the worst in us
Track Name: Perverted
"Perverted"

Well, when I met you
I was a step above the rest
I never meant to
Drive away or resist arrest

I just can’t help it
Hey, we both played Gerald’s game
Put you in my pocket
And put the pleasure into pain

You gotta kick ‘em when they’re down
You gotta kick ‘em
You gotta kick ‘em when they’re down
You gotta kick ‘em

You’re gonna get what’s coming to you
YOU’RE PERVERTED
You’re gonna get what’s coming to you
YOU’RE PERVERTED
I really shouldn’t be coming onto you
YOU’RE PERVERTED
I really shouldn’t be coming onto you
YOU'RE PERVERTED

Another life sentence
I had hoped twelve was enough
Don’t mess with Texas
Unless you wanna get yourself fucked

So long stock options
Say goodbye to my little friend
The tissue softens
My very livelihood offends

You’re gotta kick ‘em when they’re down
You gotta kick ‘em
You gotta KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK
You gotta kick ‘em

You’re gonna get what’s coming to you
YOU’RE PERVERTED
You’re gonna get what’s coming to you
YOU’RE PERVERTED
I really shouldn’t be coming on you
YOU’RE PERVERTED
I really shouldn’t be coming on you
YOU’RE PERVERTED

Let’s have ourselves a banquet
I want to see you naked
Slithering on my blanket
When it’s blood you can’t fake it
Track Name: Bowl Alone
"Bowl Alone"

Put on my favorite bowler
The runway looks so surreal
More welcome in the gutter
Nobody knows how I feel

A sense of grief as I stand
No one but strangers in sight
Gripping my ball with my left hand
My iPhone clutched in my right

Perfect frame
Always playing for that perfect game

Peripheral vision blinded
Eyes fixate upon my lane
My social being slighted
As I suppress and take aim

Communication breakdown
Pinned down by disquiet and fear
Headphone soundproofed surroundings
A ritual I hold dear

Perfect game
Freedom to choose but I never change

Tenth frame could be no tenser
In spite of my indifference
A split right down the center
Pins juxtapose their distance

I always end my evening
Stuck in a familiar frame
Pin down, one pin left standing
I guess some things never change

As I grow more detached and materialistic
Lonely, apathetic, consumed with self-interest
My mind is racing but still I’ve got nothing to say

A compulsory fear to break out of this shell
Can I spare myself from my autonomous hell
And reconnect with others within striking distance away?

With no one by my side, none to claim or to leave
What I spare hits the gutter before it hits me
Free to grieve under my lock and key in my self-serving throne

Got the means and materials to open new doors
And to be more connected than ever before
But most days I find I’d just rather be bowling alone

An uncomfortable stillness
Another game, one more day
Autonomous to express
But I’ve got nothing to say

No source of consolation
No place that I can call home
Ten frames of isolation
I’m in a league of my own
Track Name: Choreograffiti
"Choreograffiti"

I don’t believe in making the most of this
When I don’t know what this entails
I can’t acknowledge your twelve steps and redeeming wrists
When I’m pulling out my entrails

I read the writing on the wall
I’m feeling hopeful
Canonical texts from restroom stalls
I’m going postal

Why can’t you see
My choreograffiti
My soles, they bleed
For choreograffiti
I will believe
In choreograffiti
Let your body breathe
In choreograffiti

I will refrain from placing myself under citizen’s arrest
A panoptical illusion
I might prefer to give my resistance a rest
Choreograph a final solution

I point my toes and spread my wings
Construct my opus
Spraying a perfectionist’s routine
I feel so perfect

So second-hand free
Through choreograffiti
My soul it grieves
For choreograffiti
Find your inner chi
Through choreograffiti
Pull the plug with me
With chorreograffiti

Dog eat dog eat chocolate and die
The darker the better, I’m bitter and deader
Track Name: Cop Out
"Cop Out"

Knock, knock, knock, open up, here they come
The police man comin’ with a badge and a gun
And they don’t give a shit about the Constitution
He’s coming into your home

Stop and frisk laws filling up the prison
Partners in crime with the politician
When a cop out results in another Ferguson
Don’t let ‘em catch you alone

Knock, knock, knock, open up, here they come
The police man comin’ with a badge and a gun
And they don’t give a shit about the Constitution
They’re coming into your home

Stop and frisk laws filling up the prisons
Partners in crime with the politicians
Give a license to kill and they’ll take away your sons
They’re sending our kids to war
Track Name: Damaged Goods
"Damaged Goods"

Can’t see the good in anybody without expecting the worst
No leap of faith worth taking unless I can see the ground beneath me first
Been burned too many times before, so please, excuse my jadedness
I’d rather live guardedly than take a major risk at happiness

Will you make it through this?
One can only hope
Will you make it through this?
Caution running down your throat
Silence is contagious

Some of us are privileged
Some of us are misunderstood
But we all carry damaged goods

I put my trust in fate, lost faith in trust, and had enough of faith
I may be broken, but at least I can’t bend nothing to gain from my waist
My gut reaction always sucker punched by a swing of second thoughts
It makes we wonder if I’m better off this way, although I know I’m not

Will I make it through this?
One can only hope
Will I make it through this?
Caution running down my throat
Silence is contagious

Some of us are bottled up
Some would break out if we could
Unbear the burden of damaged goods

Will we make it through this?

Some of us are fucked in the head
Some of us wonder if we should
Exchange convictions for damaged goods

Some of us can’t take it
And succumb to the weight of livelihood
It’s bad enough with damaged goods

We can make it through this