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1575 Liguria Ave.
01:49
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Step outside, got no one to talk to
Smoke two cigarettes and see your name still written in my phone and no Simone this doesn't mean I think that we should get back together
But it doesn't mean I think we should forget
and I just called to say
(don't forget) I miss you
And Carolina, this phone call doesn't mean I'm back on heroin
It just means I heard you enlisted yourself in the navy
Wanted to know what was in your head
And I just called to say
(don't forget) I miss you
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2. |
My Usual Friends
03:00
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I still call you up when I’m in town
Hit up your house and have a couple drinks
Smoke a joint inside your living room
And talk about those songs we used to sing
That I’ll never sing again.
You would mix yourself a cocktail
Of heroin, cocaine, and ketamine
Then you’d wake up in the hospital
Thinking that whole night was just a dream
And then you’d do it all again.
That’s what she said to me.
That’s why we can’t be friends…
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3. |
Ashtray Song
01:45
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I was smoking at the ashtray
When she told me that she really liked Rise Against.
And she kissed me for the first time
In the space between my wall and my bed.
And how could I let this happen?
Fuck, how could I let this happen?!
Well let me tell you, son.
Carolina blew her fucking brains out
Those traveling kid drinks, they packed a punch
I was a drunken, misplaced, tropical depression
And I guess she had enough of my rain and mud.
And that’s how I let this happen
(Because I lost myself)
Fuck, that’s how I let this happen
(Then things went to hell)
So son please heed my lesson
(Oh, son learn it well)
Give life your all despite its weight and it’ll be a blessing
A blessing!
Do you get me son?
Do you hear me son?
Don’t let her go my son!
Don’t let her go my son…
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4. |
Resolve
03:36
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Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and I'll be a better man
You know that new year's coming in the morning and I got all of these plans
But tonight there's gonna be a Viking funeral to the boy I was in the past
Fueled by the beer, fueled by the acid, fueled by all the evening's trash
So I jumped off that bridge with two tabs in me, to the devil I did tip my hat
And I was quiet when I hit the water and when I swam back
And maybe the last few wees I've been tired
Why live life when you can just dream
Of a world where she wears a red dress and moves south to visit me
A world just like one in my love drunk head
Where I wake up with a smile thanking god that I'm not dead
So I jumped off that bridge with two tabs in me to the devil I did tip my hat
And I was quiet when I hit the water and when I swam back
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5. |
illdoitforyousarge
02:17
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This is a travesty,
This is pathetic,
Twenty grown men in the back with their arms crossed judging every word I say,
I'm so transparent,
I guess you can recite my whole life story,
Well, enjoy your snide remarks boy 'cause it's all you got
I am lighting,
And explosion,
Unrestricted violence unadulterated fear,
I am lightning, an explosion,
I am you,
Fuck, I am you
And I got an itty bitty theory of why you hate my songs so much,
'Cause they remind you of all the shit times in your life,
I am your addiction, lonely night,
Dead best friend, and stupid fights,
Violent father, boring life,
Take a look in the mirror.
I am lighting,
And explosion,
Unrestricted violence unadulterated fear,
I am lightning, an explosion,
I am you,
Fuck, I am you!
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6. |
Motel 666
02:38
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Trace the veins across my arms,
Pump the blood into a man so wrong,
Feels like I’m slipping through the cracks,
To a habit I keep falling back on,
And everyone I love is gone,
Lost to time or to various highways far from home,
And all I want is to go back,
To a time when I had something to cling on,
I am faceless,
A passerby,
With no hellos and no goodbyes,
I am faceless,
A passerby
I am unloved I am unwanted,
They’ll scream you’re more than your addiction,
Well my past made me what I am,
I’m nothing more than the sum of my actions,
I’m sorry mother,
I’m sorry father,
I’ll call you as soon as I have the change to spare,
No I won’t waste it on another,
I am faceless,
A passerby,
With no hellos and no goodbyes,
I am faceless,
A passerby…
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Well I've got something of a self-destructive complex
A desire, no a need, to break myself down
Every morning I'm chainsmoking these cigarettes in an attempt to destroy my lungs
And yes it makes me weaker, and fuck it kills my wallet but I don't think I deserve nice things
I fell from blind romantic to self-loathing misanthrope waiting for my habits to kill me
So you can try to save me if you think you can
I'm in a drunken stupor, waiting to drive you mad
Drinking hard, falling down, passing out on the ground
To me this is all that I deserve
Broken heart on my sleeve, oh baby look what I've done to me
Why am I surprised that you would leave?
I am a loser and a loner and a writer
I believe in freedom, I believe in anarchy
But sometimes waiting for this goddamn revolution I am filled with thoughts and fears and bad dreams
For the enemy outnumbers and outguns and most us freedom fighters, yeah, we'll die for our cause
Was it the thought of me dying for peace that scared you or was it just that you never cared at all?
So you can try to save me if you think you can
I'm in a drunken stupor, waiting to drive you mad
Drinking hard, falling down, passing out on the ground
To me this is all that I deserve
Broken heart on my sleeve, oh baby look what I've done to me
Why am I suprised that you would leave?
So yes it hurt to watch you go but I just wanted to let you know I'm not gonna destroy myself over you, not for you
No, if I'm gonna go it's gonna be on the day that we kill all the cops and blow up the banks
And my last and final words will be "we our free, we are free"
So you can try to save me if you think you can
I'm in a drunken stupor, waiting to drive you mad
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8. |
Freeze to Death or Drown
01:48
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Tires turn on black asphalt,
Still got two more hours till we get this truck past state lines,
Switch off drivers,
Switch off riders,
No one’s sleeping cause we’re all just singing along,
Well the show starts at 8 and we still got half a state,
Mix of caffeine, nicotine, and opiates makes me think I’ve gone insane,
But I think I was already like that,
But I think I was already like that,
I’ll be thinking about you when I throw up tonight,
Probably just be drinking to get you out of my mind,
And I’ll pass out on this floor,
With puke in my mouth like you found me years before,
And I’ll wake up and I’ll laugh,
Yea wake up and I’ll laugh,
Smoke two cigarettes and think about what we had,
And if I feel bad I’ll just head North,
Drive this truck into the snow or sea,
And freeze to death or drown,
Freeze to death or drown…
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9. |
Let the Good Times Roll
02:28
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We’re going somewhere fast but we just don’t know where that is yet,
And we’ll jeep on driving till we’re dead that’s a thought that’s been drilled in our heads,
And someday soon you’ll find me passed out on your kitchen floor, like when we were young,
Let the good times roll,
And I used to be a shy young man with a god complex and nihilistic stance,
Now I hit the road, I’ll stand my ground, no sense of control, I’ll scream it loud,
And someday soon you’ll find me passed out on your kitchen floor like when we were young,
And California’s just a couple thousand miles away and we’ll get there soon,
We’ll get the gas and grow the guts to get to you,
And we’ll keep driving and playing and screaming our lungs dry until we die,
Let the good times roll
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10. |
Blurry Window
03:43
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In my shadow of doubt with a tear in my eye,
I watch as the happy couples walk by,
And I think to myself “Will I ever be like them?”
As I walk through the park I stare at my feet or I sit on a bench and I try not to weep,
But it’s hard so hard so hard to escape my thoughts
Because I don’t think I’m getting better no I just think I’m getting worse,
And no I don’t think I’m getting better ‘casue everything still fucken hurts
And there’s vomit on my counter and there’s urine on my floor’
And my head is in a toilet but I’m screaming out for more,
‘Cause Jim Beam he won’t leave me and Jack Daniels won’t reject me,
No they’ll stand by my side even when my heart is torn,
Because I don’t think I’m getting better,
No I just think I’m getting worse,
And no I don’t think I’m getting better,
‘Cause everything still fucken hurts…
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Caulfield Rebellion Newark, Delaware
Electric folk-punk rock from Miami, FL through Newark, DE and parts unknown.
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