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What Was Her Name?
03:37
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I saw you in the limelight
Your turquoise hair is in my mouth
And push and shove and keep our stance
In this crowd we call a home
Oh I need someone to keep me up
Let me lean to stay alive
So I don't need those powders and pills
To help me kick and thrive
Chorus:
So swing me baby
Hold me in your arms Keep me inside and fill my hear with pain
Because I'm not happy
Inflicting all this harm
Unify our fleeting lives and push against the grain
But I can't talk to you
The words can't seem to form
Your eyes they shine, your voice makes me pine
For your beauty and your love
I know my shoes seems dirty
But I'll bleach them just for you
I'm tired of this futile race to connect
With a smart and satisfied girl
Chorus
What was your name?!
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2. |
Get Drunk, Fuck Yourself
03:51
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If the last four weeks have been the same as the last year
Please take a second to hear what I can spit
I'm gonna make a set of plans and probably not pull through
Because these last few days I really don't give a shit
So get high, light a bowl, and sleep until tomorrow
Get drunk, ride a bike, free yourself from sorrow
No one deserves to feel lonely
When you look the way I do
You learn to get used to
Spending everyday not trying to please someone
And when you're not pleasing a girl or boy
You're obviously pleasing yourself
There are many different things you can do than just feel alone
So jerk off, write a song, break apart the jail cell
Read a book, snort some coke, or take all of your dog's pills
No one Deserves to feel lonely
But there's a time in the night when nothing seems to make sense
Just go home, watch tv, watch the cats crawl across the fence and sing
Along
Get drunk, fuck yourself, make another bagel
Don't burn, your fucking house down, and light another candle
No one deserves to feel lonely
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3. |
Acid Rain Blues
02:47
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I got the acid rain blues and I can't stand on solid ground again
The water sprinkles down and my shoes get caked in mud
I'm too bewildered to ask questions or to formulate my love
My head pounds like thunder, feelings pulsing through my brain
AND THE RAIN
AND THE RAIN!!!
I got the acid rain blues and I can't stand on solid ground again
Tingles wrap their fingers down my back and round my spine
My wits fall down in shambles and sprinkle around the pines
My head pounds like thunder, feelings pulsing through my brain
And The Rain
AND THE RAIN!!!
I hope I die of cancer with my heart buried inside
My life will be in pieces and they're all locked in a lie
I'll probably die alone or at least feel like I should
But on my dying bed I'll never think about what could have been
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4. |
Riots 4 Less
02:21
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I have this feeling in my stomach
It burns like acid rain
Putting tears in my eyes and rocks in the sky
Against authority
They can't even run it
They ignore our cries of pain
It sounds like death and alcohol will finally fill my brain
Chorus:
There's something going on that I just can't explain
It puts billions in their pockets, but riots fall like rain
But I just can't wake up in the morning
There's a war that's washing over
THey've strapped bombs to all their children
There's a car bomb in the horizon
I see flames crawl across the sky
There's men who take religion
And force it on us all
He spreads it on with dynamite and a motherfucking oil spill
Chorus
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Been a long, long time;
I have been playing things through in my mind.
Prison equals narrative, and separation is damnation for our kind.
You spent years chasing after a mess
But easy livin' doesn't pay the rent.
So put stakes in words and wastelands, leave the machinery for the rest.
It was a smoke-filled room in Columbus in May
Bottles on the ground in a desolate place, yeah.
Baby, I must have missed you, but I can't remember feeling all that sad.
I must have hit every bar in that town.
I must have made a damn fool of myself.
I woke up more than once on the sidewalk that year.
But it's not crazy to gamble away all those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights.
It's not crazy to get your shoes and just start walking until the sun comes up.
Got miles to go, still miles to get there.
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it.
But I am not an unconditional believer.
I got more pockets than pennies these days
And I keep coming up with reasons to leave this place.
It's like honey spilled on the table: an invitation for another pest.
But I got more space to fill.
A few more breaths to breathe in.
Something other than more time to sleep.
But it's not crazy to gamble away all those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights.
It's not crazy to get your shoes and just start walking until the sun comes up.
Got miles to go, still miles to get there.
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it.
But I am not an unconditional believer.
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There's nothing less cool
than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing
a damn thing at all.
Not thrilling to chill,
steal bandwidth and cable, give shouts to employers
and wait for the call. There's a light
shining out from the windowsill
not content to project all day long.
Maybe I could walk a little to the library.
Closed.
Maybe I could do this right for once.
Get my ducks in a row and just
stop talking trash or whatever they say.
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray.
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it,
Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted.
Fuckin' A, everybody is a little tired,
it's Wednesday.
So at 10:00 I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway.
And it's you and me
and a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light.
What's the cheapest one?
Get through one more night.
I drink fast, I don't savor.
Each way takes an hour
and at twelve, I'll be gone
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7. |
Heartattack Blues
02:42
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You know, my little woman, don't you know it's true
When you're with another man, you make me feel so blue
Bullet to my brain, electric shock to my heart
When you stare into my eyes, I feel you tear me apart
Your eyes make me quive and your voice shakes through my bones, when you're with another man I'll bash his head in with a stone
My babe, you're gonna kill me dead
The only relief is to turn these brown eyes blood shot red
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8. |
Sundance Jerk Off Sesh
04:38
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I'm drunk when I'm off work
I'm drunk when I go in
I'm slipping off the hood of the car of my best friend
And the drinks they help the scars from your love and his car
They both leave me lying on the floor
I miss listening to the sound of you sleep
I miss talking about nothing for hours
What I wish I could see, is that look that you give me
When nothing else matters at all
I wake up when it's noon
My pants are always off
It's so hard to wake up to no one
So I jerk off to Sundance
It reminds me of you
We used to stay up late drinking Kettle One
I miss pouring and sipping on our booze
With you I never felt like I could lose
We were two big mistakes, but never were we fake
And nothing else matters at all
Oh I hate my fucking life
I wish that I was dead
But the pain will always stay in my head
I'll jump off a bridge
Or maybe from a plane
I'll still find a way to get me dead
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District Office Washboards Atascadero, California
I am one man and these are my musics with assorted musicians.
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