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Raise Them Bones
00:56
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from the heightest of heights im just a cell in a cancer
i’ve had thirty whole years to get this right
but im still waking up to find it gets boring just walking the line
cos i’m still pacing the room in my underwears
with my “they can’t sees” and “i don’t cares”
the world isn’t just what i make of it
i get what’s left once you take from it
so if you’re sitting up
holding your life’s worth in your hands
and they’re saying give it up
every hare brain scheme and plan
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Does it Amaze Thee?
04:01
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all the ways i think i’m a man i am still just a boy
and every time i think i have a plan the road ahead gets destroyed
im chewing off the skin from my finger nails
hoping some half studied drug is gonna tip the scales
am i just hyper motivated or a masochist
i’d take a tub filled with bleach over a life with this
staring at a stucco ceiling i just cant stop feeling
like im falling back on every little
thought crime that worked out for me big time
thinking on the old life back when i was always very thirsty
now gaining weight at thirty has got me pretty thirsty
if i was just crazy
we could work through things in good time
but im too lazy
so it’s back to the couch where i find my days get hazy
watching lives im thankful ain’t mine
does it amaze thee?
that i could be this banged up and still thrive
every inch of ground i think i’ve gained
comes at a much steeper grade
i’ve lost my place for the hundredth time today
so i re read the same page
im wiping off blood from my fingernails
because i bit too much as a thought prevailed
and the words that dissolved my mental dam?
“is this all i want or all i am?”
i wish that i could just stop wishing i was punk rock
i hear every tick tock counting down to
stressing over grey hairs interviews at day cares
wishing i was still where everything was dirty clothes and napsacks
spot for me a six pack
i could never go back, i will never go.
too much everything everywhere all the time
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3. |
I'd Rather Be Sleeping
03:32
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4. |
Eat My Hands
03:02
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cancel all my plans to fight
im gonna eat my hands tonight
ive been trying to grow
im on my third rotation
if im cut down again (timber)
permanent deforestation
spending the afternoon in nihilism
as i pine for in-n-out
i tilt the seat back to scratch an itch
while i ponder the western drought
looking up average life expectancy
cos this modern life is killing me
cancel all my plans to fight
im gonna eat my hands tonight
so i cant hold on to hope so tight
im gonna eat my hands tonight
there’s been much debate
about how and when to germinate
is it too late?
i’ll just trust the breeze and test fate
a jazz cigarette in the park before dark
desperate times call for a creative spark
an act of terrorism in the laziest way
words of mass distraction
you might always get depressed
you might miss it when it starts
you might never really get your rest
you might never really be your best
(too much everything everywhere all the time)
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5. |
Brooks Was Here
03:05
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somebody help me out of bed
these ideations they’ve weighed down my head
im sick of trudging along
and my cats are nipping like i’m already gone
this is just how it goes
you’re born, you live, you die alone
you’re not the only one
being burned in the sun
if i sit still enough maybe the bugs will come eat me
skip the burial process and all the drugs they’d feed me
just to keep me alive until i’ve withered completely
if it’s all in my head then let me out
there’s a voice of dissent
speaking up from within telling me “everything you do sucks”
and there’s to point to
beginnenglish is never my friend
it’s a means to an end
every conversation i could never ever begin
there’s a voice of dissent speaking up from within
telling me we should move to the woods
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6. |
A Pleasant Bummer
02:16
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