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Good Intentions

by NVS

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1.
Moral Wart 02:10
"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
2.
Iron Price 02:26
"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
3.
Swan Song 03:32
"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
4.
"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?
5.
"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
6.
"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
7.
"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
8.
Perverted 03:22
"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
9.
Bowl Alone 03:26
"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
10.
"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 choreograffiti Dog eat dog eat chocolate and die The darker the better, I’m bitter and deader
11.
Cop Out 02:22
"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
12.
Don't Talk To Me (free) 03:32
13.
"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

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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, except "Don't Talk To Me," by GG Allin & the Jabbers (1980). Copyright 2015 NVS Music

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

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Started in 1999, NVS is a high-energy band from San Jose, CA blending various influences to create music and lyrics encouraging thought and feeling while embodying the best aspects of late '80s/early '90s alternative rock.

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