by Void Boys

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released August 11, 2015

Recorded Mixed and Mastered by Jack Shirley at the Atomic Garden



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Track Name: Bruxism
We grind like teeth.
Against sleep.
There’s no peace.
Feel like I am swimming up stream.
Silence screams,
my ears ring,
and I can’t sleep.

Pull out my teeth,
to stop from talking.
Bite down on fists.
Just keep on biding,
my time, is weak.
Silence screams,
my ears ring,
and I can’t sleep.

The roots decay.
And I have nothing left to say

So we grind like teeth
against sleep
silence screams
and I can’t sleep.
Track Name: Bernie Sez
Wanna go make out
and shame out
wanna go dancing
in a big room
by ourselves
ubiquitous dim lights
and black tights
we’re heroes
we’re here.

comic books don’t lie

sweat sticks to your face
like wet paste from your hair
individual freedom
will lead em
like heroes

can we just play
wish i could say
it’s only the music

comic books don’t lie
as much as people do

let’s make out (like heroes)
let’s shame out (like heroes)
Track Name: Culling Song
I'll be your ghost baby,
I want to haunt all of your dreams.
And I'll linger ever so softly
as you're trying your best
to forget about everything.
I want to reoccur in that mind of yours
I want to be your ghost baby
Make it so hard to sleep
you go crazy
I want to be your ghost baby
want to be your ghost

just want to make that impression
that makes me forever your apparition
haunting the sheets
that I was once between

I want to reoccur in that mind of yours
I want to be your ghost baby
Make it so hard to sleep
you go crazy
i want to be your ghost baby

and haunt all of your dreams
Track Name: Starfish
I want to see the sticky sides of your legs
Don’t mind me staring I’m making my humananity.

You’re opened up. Kickball flying by your head.
This day is sunny, a sunbeam is giving us a chance...

To be Starfish
Y’all look like starfish.

Frames tick like hands on clock face of man.
The starfish run chasing a sunspot while I lay down.
Wonder if I’m one, with the sticky sides of your legs.
Don’t mind me staring, I’m making my humananity.

Wonder if I am
Going to lose my sanity
Before the game is through
And I’m a starfish

As I lay down
Sink into the ground.
No one makes a sound.
White noise all around.
Track Name: Those Eyes
I found a place to hide
and i found a place in those eyes
that i'd like to stay tonight
I won’t go quietly
you’ll have to rip me off screaming
i won’t go quietly
i’ll kick the door down with ease
cause i want to fight tonight
i’ve got my crazies hidden up my sleeve
and i’ve got my crazies but please don’t be scared of me
cause i’ll love you right tonight
when you say i love you babe
i know this could be something big
when you say i love you babe
i know that i found my place
in those eyes
i found a place in those eyes
Track Name: A Moment for the Flowers
I'll walk upstairs,
Into the flower,
pull my curtains
and sleep.
But the banter wreaks
it's not the floor that creaks.

I'll crack my eyes
Before it's day.
And rub my dirty hands
on the street and say
This is my town.

Welcome home.
Don't be surprised if you're alone
I'll save you a pickle
If you choose to stay
Is there anymore space?

I'll laugh at the joke
your friend said
down on the street.
I walk in your feet.

Wearing socks in the fashion
Of a principled realtor
Selling you our wits.
Track Name: Cosmos
We are star stuff
got the big bang in our bones
we are true to no one
and we all die alone
and everything you’ve ever hated and loved
all the fighting moments, the push and the shove
all the memories and the ones you’ve forgotten
could fit in a tiny box in your pocket
cause like the universe
we all fall apart
and like the universe
we are pushing away from the start
we are star stuff
got the big bang in our bones
we will keep expanding
until we all explode
Track Name: Glamorpus
Glamor Pus, contrary to popular belief, secretes from the wrists. Various beauty products enhance and diminish its biological production. Some of these products include: 1. Emotion 2. Courtesy 3. Anger 4. Nefarious/Contrived whispers and thoughts 5. “Love” 6. Disillusionment/Disheartened engagement with peers/A ubiquitous type of self-consciousness that is so nested in most-things-‘observably’-radical, I can’t begin to stop or start or stop or start or stop &c.
If you refer to “The Fantasy Rule,” you may find a very tenuous connection to Glamor Pus. This is good; tenuous connections can be very useful (I knew a man who often stared at things like paper and broken glass reflecting the dull evening and the guts of buildings (their wares—in a visceral and presidential way—rooted in the Apocalypse Gene/Doctrine/(faith)—and the guts of birds in alleys and the homeless on Market and kettle corn, popping in front of the stores for pants, the stores for chocolate, and other stores for useful things, and big malls dwarfing him in front of birds and buildings and people of the –less, and he’d stand there, avoiding his wrists. He refused to touch his face, in the midst of this shell game; “how does one give up? how does one begin to apply the Pus behind the ears? From whence does the deep Defeat surface?” I never answered the man. His name escapes me now. Like most people, he was very ugly: His clothes were new everyday, his beard was shaven by Pythagoras, his cigarette was always lit, and never, would you believe (I think, maybe, I worked with him? I think, maybe, he owned a Honda Fit? I think, maybe, his name started with a J and I heard him relieve himself once when he thought no one was around—back when he may or may not have been enjoying the Glamor Pus), would he ever rub the Pus on his face. When idle, he let it drip into his cuffs. Observing his discipline, he had to hold his cigarettes at a 180 degree angle in order to avoid smoking a Pus-filled cigarette. He never shook hands. “it’s not the type of thing you share.” (This is why I don’t expose my family to him; my family is very glamorus.) I don’t prompt suggestions like this, viz. sharing Glamor, excusing observance and critique and personal, abstract protests. “it’s for me, but I don’t need it. I just know what I don’t want.” Really though, the Pus kept him in order, and order is good. A discipline, something to rely on that is not puny, other febrile pre-and-post-humanistic…; to never indulge, to never slowly massage the Glamor Pus onto the hole—his face—forthwith abandoning the word narcissism. ‘Futile,’ I said).
Track Name: Naked Anima
She’s a wild animal
and she’s going to eat your soul
of if she really exists
hardly persists
as being worthy of her time
cause it’s running out
like birds flying south
and honey this bird ain’t sticking around
She’ll burn the devil red
a parasite sucking you dry in your bed
of what you really consist
hardly persists
as being worthy of her time
cause it’s running out
like birds flying south
and honey this bird ain’t sticking around
Track Name: Frida
Sometimes i realize i’ll never be Frida
and sometimes i realize that stairs are made for climbing
and even if i never become famous
at least i know that it never hurt trying
no one ever knows if they’re going to be remembered
until it’s all over and they’re six feet under
Van Gogh only sold one painting in his lifetime
so maybe that means that means that i still have time to shine
at least when i die
i’ll know i tried
And even the fools who think that they have made it
claiming that they’re wise and swearing they can prove it
if i walk away with a little bit of knowledge
it’s that we’re all nothing wasting time
like engines keep stalling
so let’s all be honest
we’re all afraid to be forgotten
if all we’ve got to look forward to
is slowly rotting
so really there is no point
in saying there is no point
of wasting my life
wasting my time on these silly little rhymes
at least when i die
i’ll know i tried
Track Name: Forever Complex
Inside a silent mind
I fell into myself.
Molecules collide
with the wall outside.
While a wave of clarity washes over me.

I left you in a line
so you could figure out
the method to your time.
While I mechanically dress to the teeth
so I could carry on normally.
Exploding into a collage of this present moment.

I am enormous
I am expansive
I am perfect and whole and beautiful.

You are enormous
You are expansive
You are perfect and whole and beautiful.