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Blasphemy

by Nameless Friends

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perseus459- this album is absolutely amazing, the guitar riffs are really cool and I really love the vocals and all the songs have plenty of attitude, this band kicks ass♥️ Favorite track: Forth.
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adiresetback "Blasphemy" is a testament to the boundless creativity of human spirit, where the artists boldly traverse uncharted realms, challenging the norms of harmony and rhythm. The songs, like parables, unveil profound wisdom, touching upon themes of faith and doubt, love and loss, and the eternal quest for truth. Bravo
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1.
It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion And it’s good enough for me Makes me love everybody Makes me love everybody Makes me love everybody And it’s good enough for me It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion And it’s good enough for me It was good for our mothers It was good for our mothers It was good for our mothers And it’s good enough for me It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion And it’s good enough for me It will do when I’m dying It will do when I’m dying It will do when I’m dying And it’s good enough for me It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion It’s the old time religion And it’s good enough for me If we look at the world There is a fast-growing interest in And revival of What we call religion Although there is much interest in religion There are many that are not being saved I think god’s not showing much mercy This newest brand of religion has literally stripped One half of the world’s population In your day and mine No mercy But I believe And I couldn’t explain it But I’ve seen it happen all over America The day’ll come when the patient and long-suffering human being Has risen up against the wave of power And tell that so and so So and so just up there I believe That you can’t break down the human heart
2.
It's such a burden to be a god This body builds worlds And raptures through rings of fire They test my patience with oppression instead of awe Take my benevolence for granted And I'm tired Can you bleed gracefully Speaking truth to power in the mud Can you bleed faithfully Galvanized by iron in the flood By seven years of blood It's such a privilege to be a god This body makes your life And I can take it away Tread with respect, not legislation my flock I can't be stopped And you'll just provoke a plague Can you bleed patiently Lucid in a fever dream from above Can you bleed faithfully Galvanized by iron in the flood By seven years of blood, oh whoa oh By seven years of blood, oh oh Seven years of blood, oh whoa oh By seven years of blood
3.
Need 03:38
I’m a sad girl who writes mad songs About the weight of the world that I take on So dramatic, but I’m not wrong I won’t be satisfied until the money’s all gone I am the envious A privileged ghost I’m a good citizen A natural host So why am I begging Doing the most God, it’s so upsetting Paying to live this broke Everybody needs just a little more free dope Everybody needs just a little more green to cope My anxiety needs me to be alone Everybody needs just a little more free hope I am essential The working man I hold our potential In my underpaid, hostage hands I’m the hungry majority’s silent mouth And who can I vote for? Well let’s see, there’s fascism, or Some sanctimonious handout? Everybody needs just a little more free blow Everybody needs just a little more seed to sow High society needs me to be alone Everybody needs just a little more free hope I am your children Roasting alive Who gets your billions When the ocean fries? I am the needy I made you rich So pay up and feed me Or I’ll eat you, you son of a bitch Everybody needs just a little more free show Everybody needs just a little less greed to grow My sobriety won’t leave me alone Everybody needs just a little more free hope
4.
Demons 05:58
Would you still love me if I gave up tomorrow Would you still love me if my dreams didn’t come true Stuffed up the hole where my heart should be Said thanks so much for believing in me But, turns out, you didn’t have to Would you still love me if I failed tomorrow If I tried but couldn’t follow through You can want something bad when you’re not very good And the world’s so sad Why would I think I should Be special enough to play too? But then I said no Demons inside don’t drive I’m in control Demons inside don’t decide Out of the hole Demons won’t bury me alive Not this time Forgive me mama, I’m ashamed Little cold drips down the back of the throat Do I desire, what if I don’t Forgive me father, is this sin? I’ve dared, bared my soul, been scared And must insist on getting in again I can feeling something coming I just don’t know what Yeah, I can feel something coming Like a siren in my gut Oh I hear silence and nothing With a pregnant pause after ‘but’ Oh forgive me baby I’m on fire I can feel it coming up We can say no Demons inside don’t drive We’re in control Demons inside don’t decide Out of the hole Demons won’t bury me alive Not this time Oh good lord, sky daddy above Won’t you bless me please I can’t be baptized if it’s not holy on my knees It’s so loud inside my head so So dark and depraved Yeah my little bad soul’s on a goddamn roll And I can’t wait to be saved Can’t wait (can't wait can't wait) Can’t wait (can't wait can't wait) Can’t wait (can't wait can't wait can't) One more time
5.
All I got to say is We’ve been in pain And the doctor said “You oughta be mighty thankful you’re hurting That’s a warning something’s wrong” He could have lied about it and let her die But he told her the truth The pain was a warning something dead wrong So I went through clinics And they picked me, and they did this And they did everything medical science could do And I had people lay hands on me I was anointed with oil I believe in those things, don’t know ‘bout you But it didn’t do me any good They could not correct my troubles What I’m saying, ladies and gentlemen Is that the pain signals are everywhere now And I think that we must recognize them As acts of god’s mercy Saying there’s something desperately wrong with our churches You and I are living in a generation that has torn itself to pieces Everything of value is being stripped now Inside and outside Government, home, and school We must not ignore the flashing signals of pain If women are not their own That is blasphemous and disgraceful I’m constantly trying to help people hear me ‘Cause I got sense enough to know I’m going against years of tradition Years of custom And I’m just a little peanut preacher And so I appreciate you listening to me
6.
It’s not cool to be afraid of the dark Follow the rules with disdain in your heart Whoever you think you are Tame yourself and be good It’s not safe to be kind when they fetishize your skin Good luck to your pride, your hide’s depreciating Whoever you think you are Contain yourself and be good Whoever you think are Behave yourself and be good Angry is not a good colour on me Frankly is a luxury for other bodies to be Whoever you think you are Shame yourself and be good Second place is where the gracious go It’s not fair, not ok But you can’t say no Whoever you think you are Blame yourself and be good Whoever you think you are Hate yourself Whatever it takes to be good And I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why Secrets are so loud I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know if They can hear us so far down I don’t know why must I lie? Why don’t I count? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know how To be good Take me home safely when I wander Like father like My brain is made in the image of my father Like daughter like Take me home safely when I falter To the water My body is not made for slaughter on your altar No longer will I No longer will I No longer Behold the grand diplomat bled out of grace She became the dark to stop being afraid Whoever you think you are No longer will I Whoever you think I am No longer will I be Whoever you think I am No longer will I be good No longer will I be good No longer will I be good Oh no, oh no-oh No longer will I be good Oh no, oh no— No longer will I be good
7.
Bitter Man 02:59
Dear bitter man I’ve come home My parents both seem smaller It can’t be that I’ve grown Dear bitter man Won’t you take me upstream I don’t fit under this skin But a new one hasn’t found me I don’t think she meant to lie But I know she did I don’t think you meant to betray me in kind But you did Dear bitter man What’s it like to rest It’s been four years of starving So much for my best Oh bitter man Is there hope for me I’m not attached to my likeness Which way would they like me to be I don’t think she meant to lie But I know she did I don’t think you meant to let me slip your mind But you did I don’t think she meant to lie She was just a kid I don’t think you meant to betray me in kind But you did
8.
Forth 04:17
Farewell London I’ve learned I don’t belong Farewell lover I accept we were both wrong Farewell mother I can’t go back, only on Godspeed inner child I’m sorry I’m taking so long Take me home, take me home I’m not made for this life Take me home Take me home, take me home I was made for the lights and the highs Take me home Farewell my mentors Thank you for your advice I’m bound to ignore it This is my only life Farewell to the wings I’ve paid my dues to the dark Yeah, I am my father’s dreams And goddamn I’m ready to star Take me home, take me home I was made for the lights Take me home Take me home, take me home I was made for the highs Take me home They call me Number One Light me up See what I’ve become Take me home, take me home I was made for the lights Take me home Take me home, take me home I was made for the highs Take me home Take me home I was made for the lights Take me home Take me home, take me home I was made for the highs Take me home
9.
Hold my hand Tell me you need me Tell me you see me That I’m not alone When I break down every November Make me remember Kneel at my throne I wish you could see yourself like I do Tell your wretched brain to lay off your case Your honour I’ve made mine and you’re lovely Who knew you could soothe my pathetic wounds You hate the sight of blood But you stay while they stitch me up like you love me This is a love song for people who need Somebody and some butterflies to believe Is it you? Oh this is a love song for people who seek Somebody imperfect but sweet Sounds like you I wish you could feel how you’re motivating You make me wanna be somebody some day Who takes your breath away Plays so silly Who knew I’m not doomed to compensating For some shallow crooked- I didn’t doge a bullet it just didn’t kill me This is a love song for people who need Somebody to hold for a life, hell a week Is it you? This is a love song for people who seek Somebody to make ‘em fucking weak in the knees Oh you And oh, oh-oh La, la la, la la la La la, la la la, la La la, la Ooo la, la la, la la la La la, la la la, la La la, la I’d rather be on fire Than to have some conception of truth And to make that truth an excuse for my cold heart And in far too many places A wrong conception of the gospel has done exactly that thing I wanna be known in hell I’d rather be known in hell than by the powers that be here on this earth Who are you? Why should we pay attention to what you say? And that’s what it means to be saved Bring it home La, la la, la la la La la, la la la, la La la, la Ooo la, la la, la la la La la, la la la, la La la, la Would you eat breakfast with me on the floor Of an old record store In the morning? Would you meet our heroes with me just before They get bored And tell me I’m yours?

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Nameless Friends' debut original LP, Blasphemy, is a protest concept album about right-wing, religious bigotry in politics and popular culture. If anyone has ever dared to tell you that their sky daddy doesn't love you, this record is for you.

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released May 19, 2023

Music and Lyrics by Nameless Friends
Produced by Lydia Wilton
Engineered by Sam Deeth and Lydia Wilton
Mixing by Andrew McLeod (Sunnsetter) at Gardenhouse Recordings
Mastering by Darcy Proper at Proper Prent Sound
Artwork by Joshua Cameron

Nameless Friends is vocals and rhythm guitar by Number One, lead guitar by Number Three, and drums by Number Four.
Bass by David Goodman as Number Two on 7 Years of Blood, Need, Demons, and Breakfast in a Record Store.
Keyboard by Nathan Gross as Number Six on Demons.
Additional drums by Blue Strange as Number Seven on Need.

Blasphemy is funded in part by Ontario Graduate Scholarships awarded to Lydia Wilton for her work in music production.

This album was recorded at powerboi Studio in London, Ontario, Canada on the traditional lands of the Anishinaabe, Haudenosaunee, Lūnaapéewak, and Attawandaron. Additional guitars on Breakfast in a Record Store were recorded during a Local Artist Residency at the Grand Theatre in Kingston, Ontario, Canada on the traditional lands of the Anishinaabe, Haudenosaunee, and the Huron-Wendat. Nameless Friends thinks the imperialist and colonial forces that have disrupted the indigenous sovereignty and stewardship of this land are full of shit and must give #LandBack. We stand in solidarity with the original nations of this land, and commit to ongoing, anti-racist practices and civic action that refuse to deny the genocide that is still happening here. We hold ourselves, our communities, and the ‘Canadian’ government responsible for tangible, actionable, truth and reconciliation. Get wrecked, Chuck.

Special thanks to our Number Fives, Eran Foster and Emma Whale, for your relentless senses of style and humour. To Blue, for being the only other drummer we’ve loved at first sight; to Nathan, for getting the vision; and to Dave, for stepping in to fill neglected shoes. Andrew and Josh, we thank sky daddy above for giving us your trustworthy, daring, collaboration. Darcy, it was the privilege of our careers to work with, and learn from, you. Thanks to Sara for encouraging us, Eric for enabling us, and Jacques for being the only wise adult in the room at 2am. Declan, Richard, Gibson, and the rest of the film team, working with y’all was vital inspiration to get ‘er over the finish line. Thanks to Ryan and Luke at the Grand for mood lighting, microphone babysitting, and good-natured ear plug-wearing. Extra special thanks to Dougie Wilts for his generous patronage marketing this thing, to Melissa and Aria for being both savvy and unhinged fans, and to Jay Hodgson and Robert Toft for their endorsement and political cover. To Tasha, Sean, and Augustina, for being the friends we made along the way. To Dolly, for being everything. To our families, for love and stuff. And to you, for giving our hysterical pussy shit a chance to move you.

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