1. |
Small Talk
02:56
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I can't escape from this web
the strings all create a mess
stuck in a net
what's the point of all of this,
well anyways...
all's left to wait for is death
skip the small talk
my fuse withers down
we fly so high in the air
straight through the clouds
until we burn out
I spend my days on the couch
binge-watching re-runs of chopped
corrosive skin sullies
everything that's touched
well, anyways...
my head inflates til it pops
skip the small talk
my fuse withers down
we fly so high in the air
straight through the clouds
until we burn out
skip the small talk
my heads in the clouds
I'm such a burnout
a fucking burnout
and if I've learned just one thing
it's that I've learned nothing at all
nothing at all
fucking burnout
I'm fucking burnt out
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2. |
Sometimes
03:04
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sometimes you don't write a song, no,
the song just writes you
you feel like you you've lost control, oh,
it all just falls through
gave it your best,
your best's not good enough
what else can you do?
sometimes you can't throw back a shot, no,
that shot just throws you
can't run away from your problems,
they're too big to chew
and as the room spins around,
you just fall back
what else can you do?
cause it's a big, big world
and we all want to be the trend
yeah, we all hope to be big winners
but we're losers in the end
and it's a slow, slow fall
into vague obscurity
who gives a shit
let's forget it
and let it be
sometimes you won't leave the bed, no,
that bed just leaves you
can't afford to keep the lights on
your debts just accrue
you gotta be out by the fifteenth
what else can you do?
cause it's a big, big world
and we all want to be the trend
yeah, we all hope to be big winners
but we're losers in the end
and it's a slow, slow fall
into vague obscurity
who gives a shit
let's forget it
and let it be
who gives a shit
let's forget it
and let it be
and it's all so frightening
when you find there's no silver lining
there's nothing good
about this place
we all exist
as a disgrace
we don't amount to anything
we're only the melodies we sing
laws of this world
I can't abide
one last hurrah
before we die
cause it's a big, big world
and we all want to be the trend
yeah, we all hope to be big winners
but we're losers in the end
and it's a slow, slow fall
into vague obscurity
who gives a shit
let's forget it
and let it be
cause it's a big, big world
and we all want to be the trend
yeah, we all pray to god to win
but no one's listening, my friend
and it's a slow, slow fall
into vague obscurity
who gives a shit
let's forget it
and let it be
who gives a shit
let's forget it
and let it be
who gives a shit
let's forget it
I'm born to be a nobody
so let us burn
in this unbridled apathy
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3. |
New Year's Eve
02:14
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I didn't reach out to you on New Year's Eve
and you told me you did the exact same thing
well I just assumed that you had plans
and you thought the same as me
so you didn't ask, you didn't ask
you had a low-key night
didn't do nothing wild
while I was sulking in bed
because that's my style
oh no, wish I'd just fade away
well look out
because I made the same
plans for New Year's Day
and I don't know why it's so hard
to reach out to my friends
and I don't know why I'm so scared
to reach out to my friends
and on the second you came
and I talked and you listened
my depression's been high
but your rescue mission was just
exactly what I needed
and I want you to know
that it meant everything
everything to me
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4. |
Our Wild Rage
04:22
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not one to make a plan
tight walls enclosing quarters
as the captain in command
scrambles to bellow orders
hands on ears to halt the sound
forsaken days covered with clouds
and as the rain begins to pour
our bodies drenched
beneath the cusp
left to wonder what this life is for
drifting endless through the cold
not an engine to forge power
as the lies that we were sold
break way for drab disaster
like an anchor giving weight
dragging downwards, no escape
and underneath the crashing waves
the ocean life is beautiful
the last sight before the water takes
waging war for the exhausted
craving life
but kept confined
in this design
our wild rage
is a ship inside a bottle
on a shelf
collecting dust amidst the wreckage
intricate beauty goes neglected
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5. |
Portland, Oregon
03:43
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hanging out on my
new friend's couch in portland
I haven't been here for long
but I've met some awesome people
and they've got this couch
it's where I'm hanging out
it's been a stressful stretch of time
this past week or so
and everything wears down
before you know
but this couch in this punk rock house
feels like home right now
yeah, this couch
feels like fucking home right now
cause every start
eventually comes to an end
and it's nice to put yourself out there
and make new friends
what did I ever do
to deserve these good people in my life
chuck the end in the recycle bin
here's to new beginnings
sold all of my belongings
and moved across the country
as we literally drove up north
we figuratively fell down south
that's a way for me to say
that shit fell apart
and the differences that grew
were becoming too wide to hold onto
the enormous gap between us
too big to cross
well that's it
such is life
guess it's time to give up
well that's it
fuck life
I give up
cause every start
eventually comes to an end
and it's nice to put yourself out there
and make new friends
(and make new friends)
what did I ever do
to deserve these good people in my life
chuck the end in the recycle bin
here's to new beginnings
decided that it's time to make decisions
deciphering the next few moves
like a game of chess
I sometimes make the moves too quickly
I confess
keep on moving forward
with my head held high
(with my head held high,
with my head held high)
where the wheel will stop
we may not know for sure
but if we keep on flying
we're bound to soar
yeah, if we keep on trying
we're fucking bound to soar
cause every start
(cause every start e-)
-ventually comes to an end
and it's nice to put yourself out there
and make new friends
(and make new friends)
what did I ever do
to deserve these good people in my life
chuck the end in the recycle bin
here's to new beginnings
here's to new beginnings
here's to new beginnings
beginnings, beginnings
oh-woah oh-oh-oh-oh
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6. |
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do you ever feel like a failure?
like you can only do wrong
when it seems like every move you make
is an immense mistake
and you've been damned all along
well, do you feel like you're nothing?
like everything's a mighty lie
wishing for anything to operate
for operation's sake
but you know it won't
so why try?
maybe we've got some things in common
maybe it means nothing at all
(means nothing at all)
at least I guess I feel something
well, do you ever feel like a has-been?
or maybe like a never-was
a never-will-be
and it's all for naught
the war's already fought
and it's been lost before the start
well, do you feel like a fuck up?
like the one problem is you
careening frantically to the abyss
the feeling's reasonless
but that makes it no less true
maybe we've got some things in common
maybe it means nothing at all
(means nothing at all)
at least I guess I feel something
maybe it means nothing at all
(means nothing at all)
maybe we've got some things in common
well, do you ever feel like a failure?
well, do you ever feel like a failure?
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7. |
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give me an "I"
I still won't see the future
pour me some "T"
and put me right to sleep
cause no matter how hard you try
you still can't save me
no, no matter how hard you try
I still lay dead
give me an "F"
call me a failure
give me a "U"
I'll send you straight to hell
cause if there's one thing I won't try
it's a bit of betterment
cause when it comes to my own life
I'm real fucked
and when you've come out on top
with your immaculate-laid plans
well, I'll call you as I rot from the wasteland
and when you've gone on to better things
while I lay awake in bed
well, I'll check your record out from the wasteland
give me some "ZZZ's"
I'll dream that I'm the greatest
shake me awake
shatter that fantasy
cause if there's two things I keep trying
they're pain and nostalgia
yeah, and the one thing on my mind
is "what's next in the queue?"
and when you've come out on top
with your immaculate-laid plans
well, I'll call you as I rot from the wasteland
and when you've gone on to better things
while I lay awake in bed
well, I'll check your record out from the wasteland
give me a rest
I'll stretch it out forever
give me the beat
and put me right to sleep
when you've come out on top
with your immaculate-laid plans
well, I'll call you as I rot from the wasteland
and when you've gone on to better things
while I lay awake in bed
well, I'll check your record out from the wasteland
and when you've gone and hit the big-time
and forgotten we were friends
(forgotten we were friends)
well, I'll brag to whoever'll listen from the wasteland
and when you've gone on to bigger, better things
and I'm still kickin' it in bed
well, please send your condolences
to the wasteland
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8. |
No
03:42
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can't go out without warning
like a gross overture
when we open our eyes
to what goes on around us
nothing is more gross than the truth
and it floods like a river
if this were water
no thirst goes unquenched
it's just like a disease
bitten up just like fleas
and they keep circling back 'round again
and I say
hey, what's going on here?
clenching keys just in case
like a brass-knuckle brace
to stay safe
come on now,
hey, what's going on here?
guard is down in the scene
our language is their key
silver tongues
can't speak after we cut them out
but the veneer's wearing thin
and true colors emerge
unveils the difference from deference
and filth like the scourge that they are
living scum with a vicious excuse
that discount disguise can't hide
your fucked up abuse
and we say
NO!
you're not welcome around here no more
that's the end of your tenure
don't care who your friends are
that ain't what we're here for
so that's it
pack your things and get gone
to wish damnation upon you
would be an insult to hell
and hell, that says it all
and we don't care about your statement
or your fans who insist
he's so nice, and they're such a great band
like that means one damn thing
after the dreadful sting
at the hands of a sickening man
can't you see
that you're not entitled
to anybody else's body
so get the fuck out
yeah, we'll show you to the door
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9. |
Richmond, Virginia
05:12
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can we fight our own misunderstandings?
can we see through the fog
and find a place to make a gentle landing
the pain that has built up
is stacked so tall it touches the moon
can we create dance steps
to go along to a brand new tune
and we struggle, we struggle, we struggle
each and every day
to circum-, to circum-, to
circumnavigate the sway
and I'm burnt out, I'm burnt out, I'm burnt out
what else can I say?
please just tell me, just tell me, just tell me
it will all be okay
that we'll all be okay
walking through the rains of Richmond
feeling like I might have found a place
where I can belong
soaking hair and shoes that
squish with every single step
a grocery bag holding hope for tomorrow
is tied so it won't get wet
and we struggle, we struggle, we struggle
each and every day
to circum-, to circum-, to
circumnavigate the sway
and I'm burnt out, I'm burnt out, I'm burnt out
what else can I say?
please just tell me, just tell me, just tell me
it will all be okay
that we'll all be okay
that we'll all be okay
and that you deserve love
and that I deserve love
and that we deserve love
and that our friends deserve love
and that you deserve love
and that I deserve love
and that we deserve love
and that the world deserves love
and that you deserve love
and that I deserve love
and that we deserve love
and that our friends deserve love
and that you deserve love
and that I deserve love
and that we deserve love
and that the world
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10. |
...but I was wrong
01:00
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I've never been much for a party
but I thought coming 'round
might do me some good
but I was wrong
and now I'm hanging out
in plain sight on the couch
alone in the crowd but you notice
and you make your way to me
and ask me
"are you okay?"
and I say
"yeah, I'm okay"
what else can I say,
something like
"no I'm not okay"
if I'm being honest
I've got one last final play
I'm gonna pet your dog
and then I'm going home
I'm gonna hug your dog
and then I'm going home
I'm gonna give your dog
a big ol' smooch
and tell them they're so good
(so good)
and then after I pet your dog
I'm going home
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Madison Turner Richmond, Virginia
Somewhere between pop punk and alternative rock and folk, sometimes with a full band and sometimes alone, always loud.
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