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100s of Hours
02:15
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I've been thinking about doing nothing
Spending the rest of my days not moving
Wasting every breath that I'm taking
Committing to being totally useless
I heard that you spent time
Spent hundreds of hours
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2. |
Check, Crosshair
04:32
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Check
Crosshair
Overloaded
Images floatin
Far too fast to nest in your brain
So you won't question
Or learn no lessons
See no moral for you to take
And I will break
Your empathy away
With this
Trigger warning
So you ignore it
You can't see what chose to hide
But if you had witnessed
This grand vision
You'd be certain of your demise
And I will break
Your empathy away
With this
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3. |
Guitars With Names
03:43
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Fire, flames
Guitars with names
That's who is left to defend your place in time
You sold your soul to defend rock and roll
But now she has gone and revealed to you the lie
You could try to repeat all those lines
Venue shut down, bands run out of town
But you think that it's your right to stick around
It's your life
Curse all the kids and their lo-fi shit
It can't stand up to your studio rig
But why deny them that right?
To prove that they too have seen the light
I've got a truck worth a million bucks
With a flat right tire the radio sucks
We could get a couple miles 'fore we run out of gas
What's the difference when it happens, we pull over or crash
You kissed and you told, thought you'd never get old
Not once in your life did you ever miss a show
But now...
All that is left is the low-grade thefts
Sellin the same damn song that you sent
But somehow you're still lost in that sound
And you wonder if you'll ever figure it out
I've got a truck worth a million bucks
With a flat right tire the radio sucks
We could get a couple miles 'fore we run out of gas
What's the difference when it happens, we pull over or crash
Got a couple tapes that I wish you could hear
Worked on 'em every day for the past couple years
Left 'em in the rack and a few on the dash
I know that when you hear 'em you'll pull over or crash
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4. |
Sports Are For Suckers
03:18
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Christ called and he wants his ring back
So he can prove that he's a Super Bowl champ
I deign to give up my power to thee
Sponcon at the spite convention
Write that one down I need your full retention
Half-off if you know which words to repeat
Once you know how to let yourself go
Now you owe it to everyone else
To be well, to be something they can sell
Criss cross til your words have meaning
One wants solutions, others to sleep easy
Your credit card may have met it's final match
Sports are for suckers, any takers?
Entrance to heaven's for the hall of famers
You thought you'd make it if you never learned to catch
So what's the path of least resistance?
Cause I caught a glimmer of light through that fence
In my defense, I don't fear anything
Once you start to second guess
Your work for hollowed men
Who sleep on sheets
Soft and neat
While they tell you
That your art,
Your soul's obsolete
You're becoming a transition
That speaks to something
You can't define
And if it touches
Aspects of living
That you'd been given
Thought to leave behind
Then you are careful
A quiet judgement
A tender loving
That's unrefined
You are a preacher
Held back by nothing
Let that complete ya
So what's your price?
So what's your price?
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5. |
Cracks
02:56
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Felt a lump in my throat
A comfort I know
Like a bad joke
And what was that old quote?
About the speed of the growth
Fast flowers bloom alone
Make a mountain, make a mound
Out of those lost things that you found
Leave it under an ancient curse
Oh well
You know you've had it worse
These days pain comes greatly
As if that might save me
From something that I know well, too well
Maybe a vision of a new hell, I can't tell
I stare, it stares back at me
Vision blackening
Ripe with apathy
Cracks in the mirror on your TV screen
Cracks in the light that ignites your apathy
Cracks in the mirror on your TV screen
Cracks in the light that ignites your reality
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6. |
Good Dang Solution
02:09
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Well the radio's playing the backfill
And I wanted to take you back there
Where we started from
I had a good dang solution
It was stopped up by institutions
What were they running from?
We don't mean to be distracted
Call it an overreaction to the factions who disables all the ways we can create
Expressive conversations
From the umpire frustrated
With the enforcement
Of this archaic shit
We wanted better than tradition
That new yearly edition
Of swift punishment
From confidents
I called it when they called you out
Said to abnegation, we're devout
Can't figure out
Why they'd rather break it down
Then I heard
that I'm the foool
Then I saw
That I'm the fool
Then I knew
That I'm the fool
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7. |
Lucky
04:44
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I am lucky
Lucky to love you
Tonight
I remember pink tones at the foot of your bed
Tripping over every syllable deal that you said
Wishing I had some kind of package deal
Anything that might broaden my appeal to you
And my phone won't stop going off but it's just the news
And you've left me rendered silent so it's something to do
Instead of soaking up your view
I am lucky
Lucky to love you
Tonight
It was mediocre the way I tried to impress
Fretting over everything that I slipped over my head
Practicing for hours some kind of fictional speech
And imagining you'd have your own for me
I think my friends said I'm obsessed but I was checking my texts
Hoping at least one would come from you in response to my last sent
Just a picture of a cat or something to make you laugh
And I felt that quiet again
I am lucky
Lucky to love you
Tonight
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8. |
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Waking
Right into another dream when
You look at your window, you're still quarantined
Dampen your disappointments
Your fears have been appointed
By the grey colored sky
Waiting for signs from someone you can't see
While all that we need gets help up with receipts
That no one could ever reject honestly
Unless you connect all those heads to the same source of feed
Shall we cast them to darkness?
While they steer us from greatness
How could it be those who say we are free
Are the very souls who stole while we waited for relief
They turned their cheeks
Spent your whole life thinking you'd be fine
Like you were selected for a frictionless time
Until you died
Well that was a lie
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9. |
Squid
02:41
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Somewhere in the sunset
There's a magical word that keeps me from losing my head
I heard you repeating until my ears were bleeding
Just to keep me from filling with dread
Saw you took another one
Just couldn't let that go
In a dream-like parking lot
I shook your hand
In return I felt a mass
You looked me in the eyes
Said this shit is powerful
Make sure you let this one last
Couldn't tell you how it felt
To be somewhere else right then
You know there's no use in counting
What's the use in trying to pretend?
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10. |
Sergei
03:02
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Sergei's playing that new film again
And no one understands it
And no one understands him
Repeats the crucial scenes
Explains them metaphorically
Erases all of our blank faces
He has these ancient thoughts
He knows he must keep bottled up
In spite of our trusting growing new love
He saves them for a day
They don't get in his fucking way
And if that morning comes
Fulfills a prophecy of none
And when those lights go off inside his head
He'll get over it, he says
And if that darkness shows its face again
He'll get under it instead
(Extreme reality dreams)
(Horror movie screams)
(Echo distantly)
Sergei came to me with problems that he couldn't speak
Drew a picture of his curse
Made it a million times worse
And now I'm hostage to this ever toxic point of view
In my brain
Smog thicker as the time fades
And I can't help but think that someone should do anything
Providing
The details aren't paralyzing
The last I saw my friend
He left my place
Said never again
Don't know what he's doing now
And I sure hope I don't find out
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11. |
Solidarity
06:15
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Cause I've been waiting for
Waiting for my time to come
For that last breath to leave my lungs
I've been waiting for it
Some nights I think it's close
My thoughts tighten in my throats
My garden lays overgrown
And my spirit quits
Until I get juices flowin again
Bridges closed and burnin
The thought just wares me out
That I might
Keep doing this for my life
Keep doing this til I die
Breaking the whole way down
What are you waiting for?
To find the perfect metaphor?
You've got one life, so make it a bore
Make it a snoozefest
Cause if the answers come
Will they be gentle as they leave my lungs?
Will they empty me and leave me numb?
With years of regret
Cause I've been
Pushing forward again
Making myself useless
One note at a time
Cause what they want
Is something that can be taught
Analyzed and redrawn
To be commodified
No more punk
No more ministers
It's only missionary
From now on
No more guitars
No more squabbling
It's only solidarity
From now on
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Alter Eagle Los Angeles, California
Bedroom Pop in Southern California. Waiting until the [Eagle Noise] crew can reunite.
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