1. |
Into the Void
02:11
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and I am trying to find,
the simplicity in the complexity
between the lines
in the fine print,
are you finding it?
all your memories of the past and all your hopes of the future that your mind broadcasts
cause all along we’ve been this way
I’m trying to find if it will always stay the same,
and remain unchanged.
I feel it too
but there's just nothing we can do
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2. |
Weird Bully
04:20
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Poverty will always bother me
It’s not a bother to you,
cause you can’t see our hands are tied behind our backs
,
my generations’ head is in a noose
and you’re cutting off the slack.
When will our dues be paid?
I’m so fucking sick of
seeing kids my age
only worried about getting fucked up
and laid
My hands are frostbitten
and
frozen through my skin to bone
from snow storm Stoppie cart pushing
to loading Plymouth FedEx vans alone
Always running late, never on time working 3am till 8.
Six or seven days, no time for anything.
All that I wanted then was just a full night of sleep.
When will our dues be paid?
I’m so fucking sick of
seeing kids my age
only worried about getting fucked up
and laid
when some of us are struggling
and can't get buy on more than 40 hrs
on this minimum wage
Poverty will always bother me
It’s not a bother to you,
cause you can’t see faces you put below the guillotine, is history repeating?
Give me a chance
to do more than just dance
for CEO’s putting bullet holes
in our feet.
Put me on the road
somewhere out west playing shows
so I can stop sitting home feeling so alone, wasting away,
feeling defeated from their mistreatment
out here on my own.
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3. |
Old Wounds
02:55
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Today we say goodbye,
to memories in times river that have been floating past me
I say farewell to my home,
one my friends will never forget,
a shelter from life's never ending storm.
The blue house on kingwood st, in Wareham MA.
I can ask any of my friends, they'll know the past,
of just getting passed these last few years.
A spot to chill for a good night's rest, a free meal
I will never forget these times,
even if some memories still haunt me
and Mom, I've always understood just how hard things are,
when you wander through a desert
and see the springs from afar.
And you wonder, when you can get
the things that we want or need,
be it a jar of weed,
or a used car or just the luck of a shooting star.
A chapter is closing and maybe you can thank God,
8 years long, finally the crying, and the sobbing, and the fighting is gone.
But I'll never forget everything you've done,
for everyone else, especially for the countless friends of 2 sons.
Never able to repay your hospitality.
I just hope they all understand what you clawed and struggled through
to make this house a home,
a reality.
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4. |
Sor4ceress
02:23
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I watched the colors change from black to white, then back to black.
Rearrange their vibrancy until they were cracked and smashed
It’s human on human violence,
can’t you hear the silence screaming out?
sometimes it’s just so loud
you can’t hear, or even see, or find it’s meaning
I’m just high on life, and I'm high on pot.
I’m lost in the thought
, trying to find myself in the faces
who walk the streets, it’s like they speak to me.
I’ve wondered where they came from
and how far they’ve come and where they’d go .
Do you think their faces showed expression
when they ran out of luck,
did they give up or get up?
Did they give up or get up?
is that just how you live your life?
are your eyes open, or are they closed?
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5. |
Kunoichi (Dark Ties)
07:52
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My hearts hung on the wall
nailed up with my past self,
the ones I mentioned I propped up
next to the TV
and on the back shelf
next to all our Doctor Who posters
the half empty cups we left on the table
with no coasters, the ones I just forgot to wash
as I watched and stared
at a blank TV on a blow up chair,
exhaled one long sigh into the air and I said so soft,
“I’m just so fucking lost”.
I’m just too forgiving and that’s a give in.
but you’ve been the one to help me,
brain dead,
in the land of the living.
This house we live in
was made into a home
one that picked me off of my feet
and reconnected every severed limb
,
reconstructed every cracked, and damaged bone.
Time and relative dimension in space
set the date and we’ll be gone without a trace
I’ll go anywhere, just to be alone with the smile on your face.
and I know that you love me it must be difficult to see
that you sheered off all the leaves
and cut the branches from the trees
and
left them cold and bare and I know that you’re scared
because you know I felt like
I was there to stare
and
and watch as your lips locked in pairs
like I watched it from afar
maybe in another person’s car, in the passengers seat
he leaned over and fashioned your defeat
and you accepted his advances
I can’t play this in my head, so I retreat
how’d could you risk us and this all
and chance this?
The girls at the drive thru of DQ
and Dunkies they always seem to be smiling at me
And I know how you hate it. and they could be beautiful
but when I smile back they’re just faceless,
and
it’s tasteless,
so let’s just erase this from our life and face this
let’s accept what has happened,
let’s not may be distracted by attractions
when there was no passion, just a meaningless action.
So now I’ll hold my breath and count to three
when I’m done I’m singing Allon-sy!
and it’s just fantastic, and so were you and I.
I don’t want to go, I just can’t say goodbye.
and I’ll never forget falling on you at the Lions Lions show
Jumping off the meeting house stage
shouting “Geronimo!”
and I won’t forget this, no, not one line,
and I’m asking again
will you be mine, through all of space and time?
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6. |
Distorted
03:32
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So here I am again
with a backpack
and two trash bags in my hands.
Deemed myself, or so it seems
subjected as subordinated,
a transparent image
of a man.
For now,
I am walking out.
Walking past the spout
of distorted fabrications that just
trickle down your mouth
When I give up the ghost.
Would you be by my side
with guilt on your face
and tears caught in your eyes
?
whisper to yourself
“tonight is the night that I take my own life”.
So here I am, again.
Asking myself about my fears and my doubts.
Will they stoke the flame?
Or extinguish my exhilaration
in an attempt to put me out.
You think these are just stories.
You think they’re just games and
life to you is just a picture on the wall
hung between
cracked glass
and a dull and rotted frame.
When I give up the ghost, will you be by my side
with guilt on your face
and tears caught in your eyes?
With one last glance
you can peer through the window
through the mist
and all you can see
is your last chance
and that it’s been missed.
Life is just a game and we’re not having any fun.
If life is just a game,
then you speak up and you tell me
who it is that’s won?
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7. |
Majora
05:14
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There are kids that I’ve know since 12,
and I’m 20 now,
that still haven’t done anything to better themselves
It might be funny to you, but I’m just not laughing.
I’ve spent the last 8 years changing over constant
mistakes and regrettable actions
that have led to
to passing attractions, no money reactions.
Just focusing all my time
and energy
on consistent constant passions
I’m beginning to accept these trends
that to tend to bend my mind
and linger on
from time to time.
Resistance of existence is futile
and persistence, it's mutually wild
so I guess you have to sit and wait,
cause it’s gonna be a while.
When you sat to wait,
time cracked the wall and chipped the paint.
and it dyes the skies, and fracture truth from the lies.
Expose a broken smile that hides behind blue eyes.
I’m invisible, an indivisible individual,
in a world of transparent residual ridicule
so it’s apparent that I've lost my patience
and my cool.
I’ve just had this empty feeling in my gut since I was just a kid.
My mother said it was just growing up.
but I’m starting to think that I’m just giving up or giving in.
and I just can't win.
I keep writing down these words, but always leaving them incomplete,
and I’m losing sleep staring at a white page, a blank sheet,
makes me wonder if I really am just admitting defeat.
If growing up is giving in, you keep the youth, I’ll break the trend.
If growing up is giving in, you keep the you and I'll break.
If growing up is giving in I'll break the trend.
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8. |
Overgrown
07:07
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I can never forget the things I’ve seen
All the regrets that have filled the seams
All the scenes we’ve caused
and broken doors and ripped out screens.
through the late nights of domestic fights
screaming at each other
in the black out snow storm candle light,
and Dad,
I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t love you.
I just wish that you had been there growing up
and all the bullshit that this family went through.
If you could take all this back would you make it right?
Preventing shouting fights
and days without lights or heat and gas
no cash to pay the bills
not even milk or even bread and it fucking kills
days spent on an empty stomach
at least I still have my moral compass.
I can never repay you, Rob,
for working the countless hours at dead end jobs
just to keep us afloat
and I know that it can seem like life’s a joke
when you try to cope with the fact
the punchline is just a verbal attack
I know you said that you’d never have kids
but I’m hoping someday you’ll give in and that will change.
You’re a man, a provider.
I’m just the younger brother,
a lost ghost writer.
I could never have done what you had done,
even if the light in my dark was brighter.
You were the one who fought for Kevin and I.
A brother, our true father; something we could never deny.
Kev, you and I we are destined for better things
Some day, we’ll look back and laugh
and we’ll sing
this song about talks of outer space,
and setting up a Moon base, and getting out past saturns rings
But we just can’t break this pattern in what we find
living below the poverty line
we’re always working overtime
just for pennies, and nickels and dimes.
and I hope when I have kids of my own
I’ll be a provider
and a good father and give them a home
with a roof and food on the table
let them know they’re never alone
even when you and I are unstable,
unable or disabled.
I will still be able to see them off
on field trips and to Bruin’s games.
their passion in music they
let the family roots grow unchanged.
I just wish that you would the same.
Dad, I just wish you would do the same.
If it eased the pain, would you take it all back
or leave our lives where
they were set to be arranged?
at 21, you see me now
and all I hope is that I’ve made you proud
and that you just accept me for the way I’ve turned out.
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9. |
Bad Wolf
01:20
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I guess no matter how strong,
people seem to break like glass.
The future tears the past
as you drop the present to the ground
you can’t do anything but sit around
and watch it fall, you let it smash.
You can try to pick up all of the pieces
and try to put them back in their place
but the cracks still remain no matter how they’re arranged.
Did it ever occur to you that it won't ever be the same?
Did it ever occur to you that things won't ever be the same?
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10. |
Stagnant
04:50
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I've stopped counting the days that I heard the siren's song
always listening to them singing out
did they ever acknowledge the cries for help?
I’ve realized how transient the seasons have remained
and what I've retained; the summers ending in rain,
always the same, a dull heart throbbing pain.
I’ve become so accustomed to falls denial.
I let winter impel my empty smile.
I let it sweep me off my feet
ignoring all the signs of deceit .
the lies are all stained like coffee rings
in the passengers seat
of what’s left of our 94 Taraus,
I still just abhor this.
My mind was a slippery slope
filled with sleet and snow
the brain always trying to cope
with the attacks when the heart pulls back
with blind love and lost hope
I just can’t relax.
I’m always misplacing spring. I’ll face my fears and summers sting.
as I watched them come and go, one thing synonymous with you.
But was it even in reason
for these hearts to change with the season?
I’m leaving, all this time, it’s been lying dormant
in the back of my mind.
It’s unsettling to say this;
that fall haunted me with
a despotism I hardly miss
but it’s more so than I care to admit.
Fall was there to keep me warm
through every winter or summer storm
The nights, they bled into days. but we found a way to stitch the weeks
to months, but the scars would stay.
It’s been 3 years now and I still don’t know what to say.
I guess I learned that absence, they fade to gray
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11. |
Pink Pistol
07:16
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I’ve been trying to plaster on this smile
for the last few weeks.
If you’d leave me be, I’d find away to bolt on all the teeth.
You can color me in with shades of grey
but if you color outside the lines
you don’t have to erase it all away.
I’m tired of standing still
when we have an expanding
outstanding skill
it’s a demand, commanding thrill.
But I feel like I’ve lost the will.
Watching others take the lead,
as I’m stopped with no acceleration or top speed.
We’ve tried for so long to reach for the stars
and with attempt they’d leave my hands burned up and scarred
and I can feel the seasons under my skin
the reason why I am wearing thin
cause from the outside looking in
you can probably see a grin
etched right above the chin
I can never tell if the sun
is smiling or weeping
or if and why he’d be sleeping.
Tell me why it melts the snow?
and I’ve felt his glow
it’s not warm enough to keep my
hands and nose from feeling numb
is this really all there is,
from the sum of
who I am,
to who I will become?
and for far too long I ran away from fate.
cutting corners out of every book
so all you can see is a broken spine
and a tattered cover
battered and bruised up and stained
But don’t throw it away. Don’t toss me aside
cause no matter how much you crumble the page
these words will always stay the same
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12. |
Naturalist
11:09
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I just sit and watch, I listen and observe
It’s something I’ve always done
Placing my thoughts somewhere unheard
except in the minds of the people who’s heads, they’re already overrun
my thoughts remain
preserved and undisturbed
but do I deserve the nerves?
As if this was anything but a change of pace
This place has always remained the same
while I witnessed everyone waiting for the scenery to change.
And I guess I’ve just been that kid all along.
and that was the only place that I’ve ever called home.
It was the only place that I've known, the soil where I was grown.
I come back and walk down familiar streets
see unfamiliar faces pass me by without a second glance
without a greet and no repeat,
I don’t think their apathetic stance is just by chance.
I’ve seen that look in your eye
the same one I see in the expressions
of people
just passing me by
I try to remember if this is how it’s always been.
Is this how it's always been?
it’s a furtive glance and nothing more.
It’s like they can’t have rain unless it pours.
I see the emptiness calling out
like a ghost that with no voice
trying to shout.
Mouth to dry to speak
slowly dehydrating from the drought.
and I feel it too.
I’m a naturalist
a marijuana advocate
and that’s my catalyst
I’m still a graduate, an antagonist
I’m an accident, an absent activist
I can’t stand to hear another word
or take this shit.
Behind these white walls
I’m slipping away,
with no phone calls
or anyone to keep my demons and ghosts at bay.
I’m just siting up in bed, lying awake
finding any attempt to supplicate that I’m just lost in my head,
and
that’s just the way it’s always been.
When the sun rises with rays that are divided
through my window
and I still see nothing but grizzled skies foggy, and grey.
and I can hear the wind blow
from the ground below.
Maybe I’d be excited to see
if everything at once didn’t get to me.
I just feel it too.
I guess I always have.
You and I, I realized were not so different.
but the unsettling realization is
what I hate about both of us
is that we’re not resistant
and I’ve become so distant.
and I know you feel it too
We all look for purpose,
because I guess we think that we deserve it.
But we spend life times working for nickels and dimes
just to find no matter how hard you persist, it just doesn’t exist.
It’s a mistake, it's a fallacy, it’s not even in our reality.
it’s only in our hearts and minds and their expansive duality.
The whispers speak out in the darkness
it haunts us and you lie awake, your mind unscathed and
everything that you heard, and every word
you tattooed
with the scars of the past
you wear a synthetic smile like you were miscast
You just can’t speak up about anything you’ve been through
I guess when it comes down to it
I just don’t envy you.
And all along it’s been this way
and I think it will always stay the same
and remain unchanged.
But I’m forced to hear the silence in human vice, poverty, and violence
read between the lines, in the fine print, see simplicity in complexity
But I’m just not finding it.
and I'm just not finding it, and I guess I just feel it too.
But there is just nothing we can do.
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