1. |
Who?
07:48
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(What was that? Who’s this album for? Whoever’s listening...)
I was born in 1998
Waiting for Santa Claus, but just a day too late,
Well, as you can tell so far my luck has always been quite great
You’re wondering why I’m putting my life on display
Well I took society’s blessings, and just threw them all away
For a million-to-none chance of making it big on payday
The scum-crusted bathroom where you went and you cried
‘Till the lights’ motion sensors were convinced that you died
And left you all alone in that cavernous stall
Waiting for somebody, just anyone at all
The morning janitor found you drowned in a pool
Blood dehydrated, your skin was so cool
But despite the cataclysm, he could only have sworn
That you were smiling and laughing, just like the day you were born
Suburban anarchy is losing all its charm
And the wrong flag flown is your call to arms
Well you’re not contractually obliged to fight in your father’s war
Some cheap paper determines what you’re worth
And you find out that you’ve been in the bargain bin since birth
And you’ll waste your life in vain trying to break that day one curse
You find yourself praying to every God you get
But every sacred cow, is just another baphomet
It seems that devil slips right through all the holes in your net
You sidewalk shufflers with your eye-gouging signs
Damning all infidels with unholy desires
Your picket lines make good kindle for hungry hellfire
On a mossy hill where you can wish on the stars
But you’ve given up hope ‘cause their egos left them charred
And you could pick on the moon, but not if you value your life
‘Cause the morning sun will chew you out for ranting at her wife
You’re wondering now if you got what it takes
To run the next leg in what the cynics call “the rat race”
Despite the empty sky you find you’re not so forlorn
You’re still smiling and laughing, just like the day you were born
You’re blasting brain cells with trending videos
But you’re not doing crack like all of the no-shows
Yet either way you’ll find that nothing gets done before the day goes
Your favorite pastime is bashing your enemies
You say, “look at those villains, thank goodness I’m me”
Well Karma claims to catch up with the ignorant eventually
And tragedies are your guiding beacon
But I can’t get my rocks off to lynchings and arson
Well at the end of the day I’m just trying to be a little more human
Sacred hearts and suicide pacts
Fingers crossed and knives in backs
Loan sharks and retirement tracks
Self-diagnosis and certified quacks
Do-gooders and hearts that bleed (I’m just tryna be a little more human)
Check to check and get what you need
Here to help and drunk on greed (I’m just tryna be a little more human)
World leaders that still breastfeed
A lifelong friend and a head on your shoulder (I’m just tryna be a little more human)
Just like your dad not a chip off the boulder
Summer breaks and wishing your were older (I’m just tryna be a little more human)
Getting nostalgic and feeling a bit colder
Scared of chains and bit turned on (I’m just tryna be a little more human)
A humble bit of pride and jealous of their lawn
Fully modest and painted neon (I’m just tryna be, I’m just tryna be...)
Only 80 years but it feels like an eon
Oh, how did we let it get this far?
I guess it’s just who we are...
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2. |
Faith
03:43
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In a new city
With a new job
Tryna find myself
Tryna find God
But I found...
Faith is a woman
In a long blue dress
But she’ll pin you down
On your hands and knees
And make you beg for
Your lord and savior
Draw them all skinny
Draw them all fat
Draw them all naked
Draw them with that in that
But I drew...
Faith is a woman
Wearing lace lingerie
But she sings all
The sweetest psalms
That bring us
All together
Faith spends all day
Dancing idly in her room
She favors loyalty
And billions claim to be her groom
We met her in the dark
Confessing our minds to relax
She really put on a show
But left right just before the climax
So Faith, where are you?
Won’t you please, please come out of your room?
Write a new story
Write a new broad
Write a new Bible
Write a new God
But I wrote...
Faith is a woman
Wearing nothing at all
Whispering pure thoughts
Becoming perverted and lost
By burning tongues
Making them what they’re not
I listened in
To Faith’s message
Straight from the siren’s pen
And this is what Faith, this is what Faith said
“God is real yes she is...
Dawning a sundress
So bright you’ll go blind
God is real yes she is...
Wearing a second hand hat
That’ll blow your mind
God is real yes she is...
Rocking a 50 dollar pair of crocs
Because Goddamn why the hell not?”
Faith, we’re waiting on you
Won’t you do us a favor and come out of your room?
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3. |
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And the rain fell fast like an atom bomb
Our basement took in water
Like a thirsty sponge
If you need to come clean
Go and take the plunge
Six inches deep
And as pure as mud
Our walls just gave in
To that seeping flood
Mainstreet’s gone
But there’s still a riot on
Demanding the elected ones
Come and stop their con
Money gets thrown at it
But that paper just ain’t absorbent
The hungry waters keep swallowing
As the young bloods are hollering
Witches float, as innocents sink
But your cheeks bleed through a guilty pink
As go down, what do you think?
Do you need something, would you like a drink?
A little Venice
In our aching home
But it’s such a hard sell
With skies monochrome
Pat yourself on the back
Pour yourself some champagne
What a great idea
We’ll just install a drain
Witches sink, as innocents float
Looks you should have stayed back on the boat
Up above will pull you from the moat
But they’re just doing it all for your vote
We can come back from this
And get back on the path again
Just put the last piece into place
Convince ourselves we’re worth something
And the rain fell fast like an atom bomb
Witches fly, as innocents burn
The life you lead is the one you earn
It might seem a bit postmodern
But that’s none of your concern
Witches yearn for innocents’ blood
You’ll find out too late it was another dud
Was it our hearts, or just what we loved?
That was washed away in the flood
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4. |
Blame
04:52
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You wait your whole life
For divine intervention in Godless times
If that’s the path you choose
Then get in line so you can whine
And waste your weekend
Obscuring your mind, calling it “spiritual”
Crawl the rest of the week
For an excuse just to do it all over again
Sleeping in the mail today
Was an invite to your funeral
I don’t know you, but
You signed, “to my best friend”
Tear stained-glass eyes
As I give my eulogy
Dirges strike a sour chord
Resonating with no one
Checking on stopped watches
For the final let down
The words sitting on all their tongues is,
“Who are you gonna blame it on?”
You’re crying to the choir daddy didn’t love you
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on?
But every time you meet you pour a bad blood brew
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on?
Claim you’ll clean up your act, but you’re back on the booze
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on?
It’s not an addiction, it’s just the life that I choose
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who are you gonna blame it on?
Aww Shit, Looks like you sacrificed your scapegoat to the devil x3
Aww Shit, Why did I sacrifice my scapegoat to the devil?
You’re already transparent, but you’re losing weight
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on?
Maybe if you just ate, you wouldn’t deflate
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on?
Went and looked for Godot ‘cause he couldn’t find you
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who you gonna blame it on?
Anemic to the thought of something new
Well, who you gonna blame it on? Well, who are you gonna blame it on?
But, in the event
You need to vent
You can blame it all on
Me
(I don’t mind)
Just let it out
And blame it on me
(I don’t mind)
Just blame it all on me
Have your mouth confirm
What your mind already did
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Have you seen my brand new car?
It drives itself and sets the bar
I bought it on loan from tomorrow
There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t borrow
The human being’s traffic ideal
Powerless behind the wheel
Saving time by taking back routes
Spare the children, but take the parents out
The doldrums broken up by flashing lights on the highway
It was so loud...
I don’t think we’re in control of our rides anymore
Sitting in my backseat, falling asleep, wondering
Can we stop, without brakes?
Don’t overthink the destination
Just hope you don’t end up in the ocean
Specify and make it scenic
The world is whirling, don’t get motion sick
Voice-controlled entertainment
Gone are the days of being patient
Powerless behind the wheel
Automatic Automobile
Even the sunset gets pretty lonesome these days
But it was so loud...
I don’t think we’re in control of our lives anymore
Watching tourists slip by my window, waiting
For nothing to happen
-2050-
Today’s the day that you’ll be reborn
It hurts worse than a wasp sting, but don’t be unsure
You’ll be so famous that you could kill
And the burn of regret is just part of the thrill
It’s a bit like voyeurism
Except you’re watching your own past
Wondering where the Hell you went wrong
And how you got yourself into this mess
It only happens once
So please relax
It only happens once
So please slow down
Now the Mafia’s a vigilante group
Staging a coup from the backseat of their coupe
And you can vote for them in the next election
Runnin’ against the crooks who sold off all your health protection
Oh God, please make it stop!
Won’t somebody call the cops?
But the Blue Lives only care about drug crimes
And Jaywalks
That’s not how it works
Anymore
No no, that’s not how it works
Anymore
It only happens once
So please relax
It only happens once
So please slow down
{repeat ad nauseum}
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6. |
Fog Over the Bridge
05:58
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We were runnin’ round
Cutting people’s heads off
Rollin’ them on the ground
Burning bridges that we never crossed
These are violent times
But we don’t want them to ever end
Keep the kids inside
Make sure they never make amends
But I’m gonna get out soon
Bought myself a ticket
Shoot straight for the moon
Or as close as I can get
And I’m sorry for not really being myself back there
Day breaks on the hills
But our eyes don’t understand
The executioner wears no frills
And this is her plan
We show our kids the world
By locking them inside a room
Replace windows with boards
So then they just have to assume
We solve all of our problems
The exact same way
By killing point of view
And then claiming to save the day
Lord I’m sorry for not really being myself back there
It was raining the day I left
Couldn’t really see myself
Leaving for the best
Time to head south
The plan was quite clear
And without pain
Just ride it out for four years
But now I’m here again
My Rocket crash landed
Now there’s fog over the bridge
Should I keep going where I’m bounded
Or should I just jump off?
And I’m sorry...
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7. |
Paper-Thin Heroes
05:40
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Here comes Mr. Christmas Tree
He’s got more medals than you can believe
He’s a killer, just a real go getter
No one else can throw around their weight quite better
His wife lives the silver screen
Brings her own paparazzi, demands to be seen
Sold porn of herself for women’s rights
And blind spot politics keep her up most nights
Oh, you can see all their bones right through their skin
Hot air doesn’t mean too much at the weigh-in
Paper-thin heroes
Protect this land
Paper-thin heroes
Are getting out of hand
A flea market con artist
Don’t you know what part of town this is?
With a paintbrush-stroke, frown kiss
You’ll find his wares are the cheapest
Rattling off conspiracies
Peddling pills to refugees
On the hit lists for top agencies
And next week you can watch his mini-series
Oh, their bones are poking holes right through their skin
Hot air never means too much at the weigh-in
Nobody’s hero
Get away from here
Nobody’s hero
A new one appears
Another big talk, hot shot
Only gets high when you get got
To be correct is to be heard
Takes credit for being one-hundred-third
But talent doesn’t really match their ego
A pixelated face in video
Lost in lyrics no one knows
A facsimile of a hero
Oh, their bones are poking holes right through their skin
Hot air never means too much at the weigh-in
You were my hero
Not lacking in nerve
You were my hero
Did I get what I deserve?
Won’t a villian save us from paper-thin heroes? (All cut from the same cloth)
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8. |
Melody Magpie
05:27
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Melody Magpie
Whistled in my ear
“The map you drew us,
Just isn’t clear”
What can I say?
I guess that’s the way
I know how to get there
Symptomatic
Of self-esteem
Stuffing push-up bras
Contriving themes
I hate to admit it
But, maybe I’m just a bit
Way too jealous
Everytime you lean in
For a kiss, you cough
This world is empty and I want off
Human beings
Can’t live things down
We build cemeteries
In the middle of towns
Oh, and hey
What did you want again
For your birthday?
Misses Magpie
Wish I was you
Feathers combed down
Your cares are few
Tell me why my love
They only care
For the pure white dove?
You jump the gun
On all of your shots
This world means nothing, but it’s all we got
Every time on the doctor’s table
Clean bill of health, you’re more than able
It’s all wrong
It’s always wrong
We’re seeking out clarification
Shouldn’t loons like you be on medication?
It’s all wrong
It’s always wrong
Try and try to pinpoint the root of it
Teacher’s pet falls to village idiot
It’s all wrong
It’s always wrong
They put the wrong fool in this scrawny body
A faulty slipped out of the human factory
It’s all wrong
Why am I wrong?
This life’s a poor fit, but there’s no refunds
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9. |
Garrett
03:54
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Life in the background
So safe and sound
But when you take it
Pound for pound
You realize
Everything you weigh yourself against
Is a feather
But you’re neurotic
So unsure
A bit panicked
Thoughts impure
But babe
The only one you have to prove yourself to
Is the mirror
So keep up your chin
You know someday soon you will find your kin
Is it really a sin? (And though your chances are slim...)
To wish that you could win for once (You like to think that you could win for once...)
But where do you begin?
You see things
Warped and tainted
Paths once straight
Now are crooked
But sometimes
A new point of view is the best you can do
To feel wanted
Stuck in a whirl
No more a child
Unfound rage
Is now in style
But love
You illuminate the whole world
With just your smile
And his heart was ablaze
When he made contact with your gaze
They were so amazed (why are you so amazed?)
When you finally made it through the haze (that you finally made it through the haze)
But your stuck in your driveway
But Garrett can’t you see
How it’s all so funny
How the saints are often the most unholy?
It’s such a poem
That it’s love that’s been condemned
Oh, but don’t you know sometimes you need a little hellfire
to make a gem?
Garrett I know that time’s been rough
But first you need to love yourself
It’s not your fault
So don’t be unkind
Please don’t be unkind
Please don’t be unkind
You gave it your all
But it just wasn’t enough
So it’s not your fault
So don’t be unkind
It’s not your fault
So don’t be unkind
Please don’t be unkind
Please don’t be unkind
You gave it your all
So don’t be unkind
Please don’t be unkind
Please don’t be un-
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10. |
Goodnight, Melancholy
04:59
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Two A.M.
On a Tuesday
Watching stars fall
Like snowflakes
New ideas
I’ve got a buffet
But a hunger strike
Keeps the dreams away
Paid for first class
Stuck with nosebleeds
A new perspective
Let’s see where it leads
A bird’s eye view
Of misdeeds
Comes crashing down when
The sun impedes
The kids scream, “I’ll burn out,
Before I can fade out
‘Cause at this rate there’s no doubt
In a few years I’ll sell out”
The elder shakes his head
Says, “you’re saying what I said”
The ouroboros eats itself again
It’s a dead end, just go back to bed
A chronic cough
Jerk-off
Went and shot a little kid’s
Head off
And for some reason
They don’t know why
It didn’t even crack
Local headlines
And sexual
Predation
Is the hot new
Occupation
For all the stars
That you look up to
But you swear on you life
That it’s not true
So goodnight, melancholy
I’d love to chat, but I’m sorry
I can’t stay up much longer
Scheming ways to make a stir
And you know that I loathe you
But I can’t do much without you
So stay sweet, melancholy
When you get some good news, you can call me
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11. |
Everyone Is (Birds)
04:00
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Little bird you’ve flown away from home
Trying to figure out everything that you don’t know
But little bird, don’t you know
That you’ll never know?
Everyone is
Hoping on a miracle
They’re so sure that it’ll happen
That they’re saying their goodbyes
Everyone is
Sleeping through the rapture
For daily routine with a cement sheen
But they’re just barely scraping by
Everyone is
A bit confused
Everyone is
Tying innocence’s noose
On days like this
Little birds like you should just stay inside
The thunderclouds are forming
It’s not safe for you to fly
Everyone is
A floundering romantic
Everyone is
Trying to bring back the magic
On a world like this
A little bird like you should not even try
Your wings are clipped, my little bird
You’re wasting our time
You’re so afraid, but
Everyone is
You’re so ashamed, but
Everyone is
Everyone is
Swearing off of hatred
Patting themselves on the back
Painting things white and black
But they’re becoming the hatred themselves
And little bird
Little bird I’m scared
Little bird flown away from home
Trying to figure out everything that you don’t know
But little bird, don’t you know
That I’ll never know?
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The foxes are some real fine folk
They’ll clean you up real nice
They’ll take you in
They’ll teach you how
To not look down
And be a member of society
And you can come in anytime you like
There isn’t even a doorbell for you to ring
Or even a door
For that matter
But they don’t mind
They say they like the breeze
Oh, and you’ll have to eat leaves
They used to decorate their lawn with
To keep warm, you’ll have to burn the floorboards
‘Cause the trees, oh the trees
Don’t really grow
Like they used to
Anymore
They’ll patch up their finest suit
So you can nail that job interview with Mcdonald's
Wish you the best
Hope you’ll go far
And maybe someday soon
You’ll even get be the manager
Oh, you can see dull yellow stars
Right through all the worn cracks in their smiles
And they’re hoping on lottery tickets
And if it all goes according to plan
Then 7s will come up
Tomorrow
They’re packing up all of their bags to leave
But they can’t seem to find the exit
Maybe today
But the next day sure looks better...
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Dirtty Dogs Duluth, Minnesota
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The music project of a 19 year-old , Maxwell J. "MeowMixxed"
Walsh. "These Are Violent Times" and each of its tracks were recorded in his childhood bedroom, which he and his father arranged into a makeshift studio.
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