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The Simpsons 2
04:16
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To buy, to hold, to retain, to own
To receive, to obtain, to keep, to take
To grab, to steal, it's mine, it's all here
To release, to give, to let go, to forgive
To breathe, to exhale, to reach, to fail
To lease, to lend, to pray to rent
Pry loose your fingers, you're dead to us all
You're faking histories and getting so long in the eyes
I can see. It's a miraculous dream
It's the feeling I can't get from any kind of disease
It's a type of paranoia that lives in the blood,
it's a little writhing worm that lives in all that I touch
Fingertips to my palm with notes from the past
that I forgot after I wrote them so I etched them again
Please buy more :(
The wheels are hungry for more :(
so it can drive a bar between the frame and the door :D
And look around to see that you live like a king
in a single room apartment overlooking the sea
and The Simpsons is on
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445 Words
02:43
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I got you right where I want you
create the night that I want to
Form the image from clay and set the puppets to play
in a box that I paint to look like a stage
and the strings move all by themselves
There are smiles in some pixels that I scroll by
standing right by an ocean reflecting the sky
An emoji or ten 📺🍄🚔🗣😢😠🍺👍🔥🔥
a polaroid of a bed, the top half of your head
Nothing's ever looked as nice as the memories I invent
Poking holes through the paper and particle board
convince myself it's a life I can't afford
Sweat, gas, matching tattoos
It's so much easier to just talk shit in my room
I got you right where I want you
and I lie because I want to
The four last things on my blog:
A dead link to a song 💀🎼
some pedals I want 🎸💵
a lengthy post that I'm gone 👋📃
But all I see is a picture of us at 17 🧑🤝🧑📷.
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3. |
Oh Sussy Life
03:22
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"How's it feel to fall apart?"
She asks and I look into the distance
and try to seem deep by quoting a line from Ocean's Thirteen
"The moment you become embarrassed of who you are...
You lose yourself. You change for nothing."
A truck with a Trump flag rolls by and asked
why we were dressed like it's Halloween
I screamed on the way home at the steering wheel
trying to convince it that I was in the right
It tilted its head back and forth
it's so cute when it looks at me like that!
The radio stuck between two stations
each lyric drowning in its twin
Stand in the street and scream and windows light up from a dream
Watch the shadows search for me
And if the last song is about you, I don't care
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Forevers a Cool Word
02:31
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Forever's too cute a word
for all the time I know that I won't exist on this Earth
Disintegrating right before my eyes
becoming MOBO tapestries in a webcam's leer top right
"Telluride" by Tim McGraw
can't believe the light we see is a chemical at all
When I have a gun, a human one,
full of napalm, steam, and fire
And the air we breathe is just gasoline,
please think of me once in a while
It's not the same
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Take the picture from the stage
while everyone smiles and waves
I saw you on my Discover Page!
Recognize you from your face
and the rayban classic shades
that hang from your neck and slowly sway
while the locals take the drums away
Sing the songs they've grown to hate,
eight 3 minute weights to play and groan
We place the light in those we own,
hold the smoke, relapse and drink
Do a bad impression of me
Start a podcast called "TRYNOT2THINK"
Release 4 episodes a week
spam my friends the RSS link
Can't fall asleep without imagining a great wave washing me
1:25 AM ... ANXIETY TIME AGAIN!!
Think of all the things I wish
and what I'd say to a therapist
"I have a screamo band, I guess!
That I use to throw my fits
is it more pathetic than to face that I exist?"
"You carry a lot, I can tell
Talk to the person at the front for the bill"
THE SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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6. |
0X
04:41
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I know everything about them,
I know that they're green
They chew on helium based cubes
and they don't sleep
Once they see that I'm the smartest one
I'll grab a couple Rolling Rocks and beam on up
I know the day, it's June 12th
I interpreted radio signals to figure it out
because they whisper through the static just to me
I just never told you about it because you don't believe
Do you wanna talk about the stars
that they'll name after me?
Once the mothership comes down
and wipes everything clean?
And everyone who ignored all my songs
is frozen in a cube and carried off?
Well I know back then
that you had your reasons
but I don't care about that anymore
because I forgot English
Just like how you forgot the way
you said that Captain Jazz was a stupid name
So I reach for the moon, but the door opens up into a smaller room
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August, all the leaves dry from the smoke
You dig a circle in the ground
said it's the foundation of your home
We lay down easy
We laid down both our arms
and prayed the summer wouldn't end then crashed each other's cars
Just drive
And we'll close both of our eyes
then the road will take us there I swear
If it won't, it will some other night
I saw some sand, but I can't stop
Am I cold or am I hot?
My palms are sweating through the steering wheel
and it's the last one I've got
Is it better than it was?
Is it cleaner? Is it nicer?
Is it a tower in the woods?
Is it a distant memory all the times I made you scream?
Do you ever log back into ICQ to read the logs of poetry?
I can't see the lines
so I make them up
Maneuver between the gate
Check the cassette player
press the wrong button twice to get the Defiance, Ohio tape
Feeling my hand around the passenger seat
stained from the clothes we hid in the couch
But it's not
There's nothing there
That was years and years ago now.
It'll never be good like it was
Because it's dirty, it's haunted
It's a cabin in the woods
It's a constant fucking memory
All the life you wanted and got
And I pore through every line to find the moment it started to rot
and its all my fault
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8. |
Microphones in 3030
01:57
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All I want is to lay in the dark
and play zelda rando in my mind
and be drunk forever and never see the things you do
If I had a spine, I'd melt my forearm into a blade,
and cut into whatever it is in my head that thinks of you and slide away.
I been slidin' like a thief, move in silence, I'm a creep
RADIO to my head, god damn I'm goin deep from the pines
Got gold behind my teeth lo-fi sc-fi guy all on the beat
See the palms on the beach, put your palm up and reach
Break the binds that you see, find what you can be
This is a reminder to me, don't let the days fly past
Don't get stuck in the past, build something to last
Find something at last, try to make it better
You can always make shit worse
Breakin' down the measures, you can put it in a verse
Gotta stay fresh til they put me in a hearse
Please put me in the dirt
In the mountains buried with the trees
A little bit of freedom blowin' in the breeze
Everytime I breathe I'll take some with me
But a mortal man that's all I can be
Feel so clean like a money machine
Printin' cash coverin' Mom Jeans
Farm engagement postin' Family Guy memes
And force my way into the scene
Act 21 when I'm actually 33
Make every conversation about me
End every tweet with a Patreon link
Put the second verse behind a paywall see
Yeezy, Nike, Supreme, still hot to the hype beast
Off white, Birkin, Telfar
wait fuck nevermind
Dad, I've got some questions
One, what tuning do you play in?
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You will be sick for the rest of your life
The pain, I promise, will never go away
You're going to wake up over and over again,
and your bones will ache, and your heart won't beat right
There will be bends and snaps in your skin,
writing out all your life in third grade cursive
And your hands will get sore just by forming a fist
and you'll stare at the ceiling and only exist
And you will never get better,
you will always be sick
And we'll lay down forever and chew on our lips
Pictures turn to blurs, three dots dancing
Everything you hear, new lofi black metal EPs
It's Huey Lewis Syndrome, watching Moulin Rouge twice,
thinking the same two thoughts every fucking night
Staring out the window, hoping someone knocks at the screen
Scratch at the arm rest and pray for a disease
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10. |
UUTT
02:05
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Second placers willing for guilt and a sign that it's live
and it's staring at me
WELCOME HOME ! :D
Force fed guitar pedal memes at gun point
and if you don't laugh you will look at another and another and another
HIMS brings mental health and wellness treatment
about all the good times you had at the house venue
when this felt new and exciting
There was cigarette smoke in the space between her teeth
when you looked up from writing
It was true and inviting
It was home
It was layers of blankets on the couch
in a golden tiled room that you owned
and I'd kill anything to bring it back
Just for one more night staring at the stars and wishing you'd peek back
Wyoming bound
I lost my wallet,
and I stared at what was left of my phone
just hoping that you would call it
An empty can up in the ceiling,
spiders laying eggs in my bed,
and it's just hard to shake the feeling
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11. |
Trace the Line
02:48
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I'm in Idaho and I'm screaming Could Be Better Forever,
1994! is jumping across a firepit,
and I'm trying so hard
I'm trying so fucking hard to be the cool emo revival guy
Did it ever change?
John Galm still doesn't follow me on twitter
I'm the exact same
I'm 17 and I smell bad and I can't get drunk without crying
and I fit in the palm of your hand
Hiding, sneaking, erase my own name,
put miles and miles between the windows I break
All in on black, the humors level out
The bile makes a face and ol' Dougie rises out
But if you trace and you trace, you will see the lines
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nickeLback pHOTOgrapH
02:30
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10 tapes, 50 tapes, 100 tapes,
zoomers only listen to the singles anyway
15 minutes, 10 gigs, 20 kids,
explain to my boss why I missed a week for this
Spent all the gas money on preorders for split 7"s
and novelty tshirts that wear out in the rain
A blue light melts Will Toledo's face,
I'm in the crowd, to the side in the shade
I used to hate this kid, because I used to think
that Matador Records would come to my door
and sweep me off of my feet
Everyone's swaying,
and all I can see is me on the side of the highway
with a paper bag full of CDs
It was my first album,
I was so proud and so young
I had no idea the pain and the hate
of what time can simply become
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