1. |
No One Dies
04:34
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(Happy Tooth)
I've already done this
so many times.
I don't need to make another record.
I could just die.
Maybe then you would remember me,
if you've still got a memory.
Meant to be alive and making music
for like a century.
If you can hear this,
we're still goin strong.
Met a lot of evil people
with egos since we
first wrote a song.
Now the record's a recap,
and we respected the feedback.
Then the views grew,
got reviewed,
told the truth too,
and I need that.
If it seems wack,
remember everything's subjective.
And objectively it can only affect you,
if you let it.
And I get it.
Not one will get out alive.
So that's why I'm sayin bye
to everyone for' I die.
When it happens,
claim I was a genius at rapping.
Then discredit me skeptically.
Tell em I was a bad thing.
Try and name your favorite track.
Tell em how we fade to black.
If you get tired of yourself.
Well maybe take a nap.
When I die,
tell em all I wrote about was death.
So when they start to cry you
can just say you get what you expect.
We've already done this so many times.
This could be the last one
in a set of twenty-five lives.
(Chorus)
No one's dyin here.
If you're sad cry a tear.
They answers might appear.
But no one's dyin here.
If you drink,
buy a beer.
Cause it's been that kinda year.
But no one's dyin here.
(Dug)
At first it felt like
I'd have a longer shelf life.
I'm losing
the grip I'd never held tight.
I'm not the type.
I'm doing what I do.
So what's it do?
And what's the damage?
The whole damn planet's famished.
And I stand here like a sandwich.
Wait a sec.
Dribble the crystal ball,
cause knowing the future
won't make a difference ya'll.
It's mostly running out of gas,
when we're not running into walls.
Same bat time,
I'm wondering why did I even get involved?
Same bat channel.
I'm stuck in abruptly I can't handle
a single bit, of being
a being a blinking
blip on the radar.
Yeah a sinking ship or some shit.
Who fuckin cares?
Everyone's burned out,
and no one wants to buy these matches.
You think I would've learned by now
that dying's not all that climactic.
My watch is two days slow.
Society feels like a game show.
I try to be a dang volcano
but my soul stays cold
and it's obvious.
They'll call me a communist
if I share the news.
But they keep you in that box
because they're really really scared of you.
Aces to pair of twos.
Which hand I am's not apparent yet.
Go head and place your bets.
Should I break a leg?
Or break a sweat
or bust a move?
And duck all of the subterfuge.
Like what's up?
I never had a clue.
But anyway,
what's up with you?
It's morphin time.
Into a person that's sorta sure at times.
I forged a horde of morbid lines.
But I really can't afford to die.
So uh, inspirational quotes.
You're supposed to laugh
when I say it's a joke.
Everyone's making it though.
We're making a statement it goes:
(Chorus)
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2. |
In Public
03:07
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(HT)
(Chorus)
All I really wanted was to tell you
I'm in love with what we're doin.
But I don't know if it's true.
Some days I don't know if I can function.
We're in public,
and I don't know what to do.
All I really wanted was to tell you
that we love it when you show up
to the shows that we do.
Some days I don't know if I can function.
We're in public,
call us Dug & Happy Tooth.
(D)
I tell them awesome when they
ask me how I'm doing.
But I can tell I lost em
when they see me staring through them.
The persona that I've cultivated,
don't know what he's proving,
that lies and isolation are just part of being human.
But I answered all my own questions
when I stopped asking.
I got more important things
to think about then if I'm not happy.
Tired of squinting at the bright days
that are in store.
Sorry if I look shady wearing sunglasses indoors.
So you can't tell that I've been checking for the exit signs.
Feeling less and less alive,
even when I testify on why.
Could you please hold?
Til I make it less embarassing?
I'll edit out the terror,
and leave in all the heresy.
The signs that I need therapy
on beats could be your therapy.
Or you could join me,
watching at a distance,
sorta scared of me.
Hello,
I'm a garbage mound,
even when you aren't around.
I really don't know how I wound up
in the part of town but uh,
(Chorus)
(HT)
I'm misdirected energy,
Mr. Manic Comedy.
But I'll still love you,
probably even when you're a drama queen.
I kinda live methodically.
Some days, say chaotically.
To-do list is excuses to make,
awkwardly stopping me.
Not sure what year it is,
but I'm 28.
Got a blurred experience,
and a funny face.
And I won't run away,
but I might reconsider.
I don' t need to see the picture.
All these people seem to whisper.
They'll hate you til your finally dead,
like we've said,
then ask why you're not smiling yet.
In public so let's all act alright.
Even though we're sad inside and half alive.
I don't like large crowds or grocery stores.
My heart pounds like it's been broken before.
I'm really really good at acting normal.
I'm at your door, but I lack the doorbell.
Why open up when the comfort's (in)security?
No one wants an emergency,
or to converse with me.
And I'd be lying if I said
I understood the etiquette.
Sorry is the sentiment.
I can't say I regretted it,
but....
(Chorus) x2
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3. |
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(Tyler Effingham)
All for naught and nothin to show.
I feel I'm ready to go.
My head's in a spin.
I'm losing myself again.
Everything's a mess,
but I'm okay I guess.
(Dug)
You play the role until it takes control
which should've been like
days ago or hey let's say I break the mold
I don't know.
You ask yourself why you're constantly restless.
Never that concerned with who was sonically freshest.
But like, who am I talking to?
Well what's a ball of thoughts to do?
But gnaw and chew
at everything I thought was solid
on into a wall of static.
Motion's mostly automatic.
I'm back to rip myself apart again
so fast because I've had a lot of practice.
I'm a parody
of everything I swear to be.
I'll still feel like I hardly started
even at the end I'm scared to see.
Editor's note:
You've describe the problem,
now work through it.
I never promised that.
Far as I got was maybe make some music.
Anymore I write each verse about five times.
Personally I find it all a bit trite.
Whine some more
to get away from things I whine about.
Commemorating detrimental
mental states.
I guess it's alright for now.
(Chorus)
(HT)
Every city's oversaturated
with shitty hopeless rapper faces.
My music included and gravitated.
Career in slomo,
worried about how shows go.
While everything's so-so
and my whole life get's postponed.
The dedication's designated.
Went through a set of phases
while medicated
here lookin for some better places.
Claim to be something long enough
it becomes true.
Pretended to be the sky
and ended up just blue.
As the sun moves
I've come to conclude
the more hoops that I jump through
the less I even want to.
Halfway through the year
I'll act way too sincere.
I'll laugh and say you've been weird.
Promise, I'm not an impostor.
Used to be a supposed poet
turned poser, awkward.
Followed all my favorite famous pages
and felt like a stalker.
Only life plan is to die
with like five grand.
Askin if they know who I am
to all of my nine fans.
(Chorus)
All for Naught
and nothin to show.
I feel I'm ready to go.
My head's in a spin
I'm losin myself again.
Everything's a mess
but I'm okay I guess.
Everything's alright,
cause it's just me tonight.
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4. |
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Fake it til you make it up as you go along.
I'm bad at doing it but living pretty adequate with songs.
The map is lost
and so I've had to navigate a lot.
Among the catalogues,
that cackle at me cause
I haven't bought justification yet.
I take a breath to damage all the stocks.
Before the petty but inevitable battle with the clock.
Self knowledge.
Hold a mirror to a mirror
then watch.
Nothing happens,
and you realize that don't happen a lot.
If I can't fly,
work on getting gravity to stop.
If I was wise,
maybe I would listen when I talk.
While I'm alive
I do my best to think outside the box.
Because I'm in the underground,
But as literal as plots.
Not your typical.
It isn't cool to mimic you or ridicule.
I dig myself a deeper hole.
A habitat that's livable is integral.
I'm somehow simultaneously cynical
and shocked.
I do wanna believe
even if I just cannot.
I'm telling you about it
cause I'm getting it on lock.
Into a verse I can repeat
even if I did feel better
and forgot.
Holding firm to what I feel is right,
despair, like a rock.
You can do that for so long
and then you're gone like a fox.
And it's not all that impressive
just impressions of your block.
Said it held you up and back
and everywhere but what you sought.
So I'm tellin everybody I'm on top
til it's true,
stay tuned.
(EleMental)
Wake up put my cool face on and
walk out to the blue jay's song then
go to work til the new day's gone and
I get to do it over like woop, I'm awesome.
Another Tuesday lost.
Sink another hour in the Ubisoft.
New tie on, gotta start my way
to my full-time job
with the part-time pay.
Hard to say what it really is.
Part ashamed of my willingness.
To have a part to play
but can't escape cause
rent don't give a shit about my feelings.
If I could just pretend to be
what you wanna see
then eventually
I could fall asleep.
But I guess I'll be
stuck perpetually.
Til the death of me.
Til it's all a dream
(Chorus)
(Dug)
It takes (takes, takes, takes)
time
to stay
in line.
(Where am I?)
It takes (takes, takes, takes)
time
to wait
for signs.
(Why though?)
It takes (takes, takes, takes)
a spine
to make
your mind
up.
(HT)
We're all born to die
or form a line.
You're lucky if you're patient
you'll make it to 45.
A borderline morbid mind
with outrageous claims.
But these clouds came to drain.
I don't downplay the pain.
I'm a fake intellectual.
And I'm really good at tetherball.
I'm exceptional.
And several other statements
that make you think I'm professional.
But everything I say is a lie.
I'm lying right now.
It's paradoxical
and improbable
that you'll find out.
Haven't cleared the cobwebs.
Not yet.
Also haven't bought meds
that make me talk less.
It's a process.
I'm stand-offish.
I'm gonna change it up
to keep the fans honest.
They can't watch this,
it's artist development.
I'm an industry plant,
not part of what's relevant.
The music scene is delicate.
These songs are posturing.
But I'm an artist,
the hardest thing to do
is not to sing.
(Magefist)
Stayin tuned in,
channeling my movements.
Tweak another frequency.
Compete it with the blueprint.
Listen,
isn't
this shit
vicious.
Stuck inside these cycles
with no limits, limits.
Look a fire in it's face,
you a liar and a fake.
Or a higher wired mind
that aspires to be great.
And what difference does it make?
When you're stuck inside a prison
in a visionary state.
Wide awake and I see shit clearly.
Never was afraid to become
what the mirror sees.
Sincerely,
yours from the heart.
I hear things that I morph into art.
It all starts with the mark of the beast.
In the dark
with no harness or leash.
But I'm hardly a beacon
or even a teacher.
I'm here to bring bars
as a part of a feature.
(Chorus)
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(HT)
You always think
that something bad's gonna happen.
And when it does,
you act like you were right.
You think you're a joke,
but the crowd isn't laughing.
My darkness interrupts,
but I won't try to use a light.
Like they sell coffins
to people with health problems,
I acted like I was standing
but really fell often.
People say I'm fine.
I don't mean to not agree.
But I'm not a slot machine
so no one's ever profiting.
I want transcendence
instead of being defensive.
Every time I reflect
it's like I can't win this.
I'm sick of only processing
the bad feels.
Maybe these days the good ones
are only half real.
Since I woke up
this whole life is so much.
But I don't wanna focus on
how it just slowly broke us.
There's still beauty in
something that's so ugly.
It doesn't seem to mean
nothing to nobody.
I've never been perfect.
Not even close.
Better than worthless,
but caught in these spokes.
How would these songs sound
if I could just be positive?
I pretend I'm the hero
but don't know who the monster is.
(Chorus)
I'm nothin to nobody x 3
Most days I feel ugly.
(Dug)
I always feel I should explain
or apologize.
Like any minute now you'll
get around to moving on.
I told him how I felt
he left and I was not surprised.
And now I tell myself everything
that I said was, lies.
"I wish I cared enough to try,"
is what I sighed.
Rather see myself as lazy
then admit that I'm completely fried.
It's not about success
but that's easy to suggest.
When the fact of having failed
is what you're learning to accept.
Forget about judging myself by my own ideals.
But then I wouldn't judge myself,
so how would I know I'm real?
It's not about the fame,
it is about approval.
I don't believe my own hype
so yours would be useful.
I'm torn it's the usual.
The morning's are brutal.
Was up late for nothing,
now I'm feeling like a loose tooth.
Sitting here rigid from the panic attacks.
Wondering what's in-store,
like where the mannequins at.
(Chorus)
(Zach Hannah)
I just wanna be the kind of kind
that reminds me of my father.
Faking a smile for as he's dying.
I'm not gonna revolver my time left
I'm trying to spend my days slowing down
the aging process,
but aching costs less.
And knowing now
I'm living as,
a slow death cloud
isn't wisdom,
it's wishing
I'd pay for past mistakes
when they were made.
Not better days.
And every good thing accomplished
isn't a moment I've wasted.
This is lonely adjacent.
Not only the growing displacement.
When your soulmates and great friends.
aren't so much fading
as already faded and
I'm not,
an oasis of comfort.
There's no basis for love words.
Just wanna face this,
be done for.
Closure on my face as you dump dirt.
And if I don't make it then jump for
joy over my grave and then want more
then faithless words
and a dumb corpse
So say it, I signed up for it.
The pain of decay
and I take it back,
cause,
cause.....
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(HT)
I'm too emotional,
tears could fill an ocean full.
Talkin to you was like
talkin to a broken wall.
I write too fast.
It always comes out scribbles.
Is he takin notes again
or writin life in riddles?
Never made a song together
while you were still alive.
Every time I bring it up
it kills the vibe.
Wilts the vine.
The irony in being grave shift
for my wages.
Outta patience,
all this I'm somehow
okay with.
You're a neighborhood
they were scared to go through.
Misunderstood and wanting,
but they all swear they know you.
Sorry for the things I've said.
Even if it's in my head.
I hope somehow our paths
can cross again and intersect.
I'll admit it,
I get acidic and conceited.
But work only gave me three days,
so this is my bereavement.
When you left
the issues just sorta flew away.
I don't remember it
but Sean says you used to say.
(Dwight Ward + HT)
If you wanna make God laugh,
then just tell him your plans. x2
You needed help
and I would brush it off
for a fuckin song.
Now I can't even call you up
just to talk.
Guilty of ignoring you
and dwelling on being selfish.
I ran away with music
while you were just feeling helpless.
Told myself I'd visit sooner.
Wish I could've said a few words.
A space half explored.
Your old tapes badly warped.
You lived like the captain of a sunken ship.
And left an album from when I was a kid.
You will be missed.
If you wanna make God laugh
then just tell her your plans. x2
Gone, but not forgotten.
Echoed songs about your problems.
Lost in cautionary tales,
that have gotten very stale.
And I won't let you down.
I know you were let down enough.
Not slowing up til tooth's ground to dust.
This elegy will be mountainous.
Found enough support.
Been down and done before.
Nothing can stop me from being
proud of what you endured.
The planet's a cage,
God's vanished,
ashamed and went away.
So when I think of what I fight for,
I'll remember your name.
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7. |
Sound Guy
04:00
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(Dug)
An empty venue is a practice space.
Give it up for both the people at the place.
If my only concern was being successful,
I should've learned the words to Wonderwall
and Basket Case.
On the week nights
tell em all to sleep tight.
Maybe hit the next gig up
if it seems right.
Taking freestyle topics from the bartenders,
it's already one of those nights.
Make a small part better.
When my heart shredded
and the promo didn't make a difference.
What exactly was the plan
besides getting my name on tickets?
I start to wonder if my moment's finished.
Sometimes I wonder if it was there
to begin with.
I work too hard if this is self indulgence.
But I don't really know what else to call it.
If I missed my hypothetical shot
at least I built everything
that I helped demolish.
At a certain point you gotta move on
from childish fantasies about
how you could ever move on.
I don't count years,
I measure time by new songs.
And hang out probably because
otherwise I'm proved wrong.
Get your groove back,
that's where all the truth's at.
Even if it's not my confidence
is a huge act.
And that's that.
(HT)
(Chorus)
Some nights we just play for the sound guy.
Every gig feels a bit like down time.
Some nights we just play for the sound guy.
Depending on the town and what the crowd's like.
Some nights we just play for the sound guy.
Never knew I'd need a draw for the outline.
Make noise one time,
for the sound guy,
unless we're alone
and everybody is outside.
Sometimes we just play for the sound guy.
Sometimes we just play. x2
I wrote a thousand songs
to play at hundreds of venues
for ten people
and it's never been an issue.
Went to Illinois
to try and fill the void.
Finding I'm still annoyed
by your stilted joy.
Still employed
and I hope the shows are worth it.
So nervous,
drove til there's no service.
Hypothetically speaking
think I regretted this evening.
Except I repeated
succeeding in incompletion.
I hate booking shows.
Don't wanna be a promoter.
A wannabe artist.
I wanna be a loner.
By and large
drive a car to align the stars
in a violent march
to start fights in bars.
This ones a personal
memorandum.
Keep tryin when you're stranded and you can't run.
Even if you're all alone in the interlude.
And you know they're sick of you,
and didn't move,
it isn't true.
(Chorus)
I remember shows
where we did our own sound.
Either the speakers or our ears were blown out.
I remember shows were we were our own crowd.
Rains and no one goes out,
stage-time slows down.
If you think we'll call off
then you got the wrong act
but we'll probably skip all the
call and response tracks.
Call all your contacts,
goes straight to voicemail.
We'd scream into the void
but even the fucking void bailed.
We don't know what the other acts
even do,
but we're here for your set.
We won't leave the room.'
We'll play your bar, or your yard,
or your festival.
Even if the venue says it has to be rescheduled.
One day we'll play all 52 and every city when we do,
until then I can't help but grin
when we see empty rooms.
Luckily I know a couple songs
about life sucks.
Can you turn the beat up?
Also turn the mics up!
(Chorus)
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8. |
Hole
02:32
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(Dug)
These days when I remember,
I wear earplugs at shows.
That lines for all the exes
who had said I'd never grow up.
Right now I hope I don't explode
more than I hope I blow up.
People listen to escape
their bleak conditions.
So, like so what?
Feel the moment on it's own terms.
That lines so I don't forget later.
Cause you know I don't learn.
Life is like a slow burn.
I'm only a sojourn.
These gatekeepers lie,
like they aren't trying to bring back Dozer.
I'm on the rollercoaster
looking way too Billy Corgan-ish.
It's not some misty hippie shit
when I imply there's really more to this.
It's stating facts,
so let's take it back.
To take it back.
To take it back.
to basic's tracks.
One day it fades to black so make the most of...
yeah, we know already.
That lines for the times I tried
but still I feel like cold spaghetti.
Raise a toast
and throw confetti,
cause you know you're dope already.
I'm (w)hole
as in the void or something.
Making rap songs out of the topics
I avoid discussing.
I'll die when it's convenient too.
Right now my ghost would
be used bad example tracks
like Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice.
So I'm trying to be uplifting more.
My songs in which I'm greeted
by my first name at the liquor store.
Unprofessional spectacle.
This pen is posion.
If I'd come to help
I'd shut the fuck up
and just grow some vegetables.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And maybe then I'd learn to give it time.
Those insecurities
will still be waiting at the finish line.
I know we aren't allowed to quit the grind.
But when it's ground is down to dust
please don't bluff about how it's a vibe.
That lines for me and maybe you.
For everyone who does or does not
love what they are paid to do.
I'm (w)hole
as in the void or something.
Making rap songs out of the topics
I avoid discussing.
I'm (w)hole as in the void or something.
Making rap songs x 6
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(HT)
It's my party
we're all cryin cause we want to.
I got a problem hearing,
so I'm commandeering beers
from drunk dudes,
so fuck you.
And I'm lyin
I don't like beer.
At a bar in my nightmares
and assholes start fights there.
I swear I go in public
and it flips a switch.
Wanna drink and smoke forever
just to get the itch.
We'll end up artifacts,
death by the martyr act
or a heart attack.
Don't take of the artist's mask,
you want no part of that.
Even if at times it's medical
it still feels so regrettable.
Maybe I need clarity for the words to be legible.
Undress it all
I wanna climb outta my skin.
Escape into the good times.
Forget who I've been again.
(Willy Clark)
At a bar in my nightmares,
best friends with my worst fears,
what the fuck am I doin here?
Like what the fuck am I doin here?
Find me sittin pretty
in my city of ruins,
got a lotta problems.
Pass me a bottle
just to soothe them x2
At a bar in my......
AYE
(Dug)
It's the hair that wags the dog.
I woke up hacking with a cough
and finished half a bottle off
I'd fought a battle with and lost.
I'm on the battleship and gosh
I wish that I was at the bar.
Where I still drink
but am in character
and thus can't go this far.
Like when you drink yourself to sleep.
Then you drink yourself to right.
Then you drink yourself to death
and drink yourself right back to life.
Like feeling functional as fuck
or at least functional enough
to keep trucking out of spite
despite the obvious is such.
I can keep expecting endings
are all sudden and abrupt
for plausible deniability
while I still give a.....
At a bar in my nightmares. x2
Best friends with my worst fears. x2
And I don't even like beer.....
So what the fuck am I doin here? x2
Find me sittin pretty in my city of ruins,
gotta lotta problems
pass me a bottle just to soothe them.
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10. |
Up
03:04
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(Dug)
If you have to explain the joke,
it's not funny.
That's why I don't say much about
myself if you talk to.
Cautious optimism,
walk like a lost puppy.
I'm getting ugly,
pull a seat up, get comfy.
Who came to argue with the cartoon?
I'll eat your setlist for breakfast
like it was bar food.
This whole dimension's full
of lessons that aren't true.
Mine are step-by-step
for chasing art with a harpoon.
Here, I was longing for belonging
in some songs for all the talking
I had thought that I was lost,
but was wrong,
it was exhausting.
Now it's wake up and smell the coffee,
sure, but first you gotta make a pot.
The clay around the sculpture
was made out of crumpled paper wads.
It's easy til it isn't
then it seems completely different.
Like trying to scream while eating biscuits.
Basically defeating physics.
Rip my heart out,
add some glitter,
paint you all a picture.
I only partially don't care about opinions
of the listener.
I have my niche and I defend it.
At least I am what I intended.
Now that it's happened,
I can claim it never could have been prevented.
I'm a wizard.
Get your tickets to the ticking time bomb.
Can you believe they let me out in public?
Hi mom.
Sorta give a fuck today,
forgot which way is up though. x 4
Do it like they did it in that movie
that you didn't see.
Do about whatever if it's clever or it's interesting.
(HT)
I wanna pluck the stars from the firmament.
Cross a bridge without burning it.
Wake up not a 30-ish worried kid.
I want the things I can't express to manifest.
I wanna leave early,
not rot behind a random desk.
I can attest,
but most days I'd rather not.
We're going through the motions
until comfort is an afterthought.
It's pandemonium,
all these damaged lonely friends.
Who can't focus in,
but play shows on their manic podiums.
Yesterday looks like a pile of unwashed clothes.
Or tasks half-finished right before I lost hope.
You can't blame philosophers
for determinism.
You also can't blame a murder victim
for your decisions.
Spend most days stressed out
so I just pout.
Last thing I think about is if I
need or want clout.
Clarity is fleeting,
I'm unprepared for the meeting.
I've said before there's no meaning
to the mean things I've been screaming.
Days in a haze,
when it fades I'm made ashamed.
The maze stays in frame.
Same aged paper planes.
Weeks to months to years
to write a single verse
my fingers hurt.
Yet even if I'm going to a funeral
I'll bring the merch.
It's a singer's curse,
off-stage on autopilot
but I can't live on a diet.
Depression is not a diet.
I feel non-compliant
when life has gotten lifeless.
If the bad streak's lasting
take the good where you find it.
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11. |
OJFFT
04:04
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(Dug)
Pull up right as the song ends
every time,
at a certain point it almost sends
off the wrong vibes.
Hi,
I make inferences
outta these coincidences.
I can't break it down to science fiction
if you're interested.
Plow through a toll booth,
nothing happens,
that's the whole truth.
Matter of fact
I probably shouldn't have told you.
Ate the sandwich from the bottom
of the couch and I'm still alive.
Turns out it was a different younger sandwich
damn, one in a million right?
Dim the lights,
I'm about to cross the whole room barefoot.
Without stubbing my toe even once,
I mean,
do I look scared?
I take wins where I can get them
in the interregnums.
Spin the dim reflection.
Kick the misty misperception.
Yes indeed.
Spinning in infinity,
off many synchronicities.
The little victories.
The signal glittering inside the storm.
Inactivate imagination
hiding in the spinal chord.
Like mine for ore
and find some more.
Or find the mine and climb aboard.
It doesn't change a thing all by itself.
But it's a driving force that I endorse.
I hope it helps
cause it's all I have to go off.
I get so lost.
I need some direction.
Give me anything to stump the questions.
I'll throw in the numb acceptance,
check it out.
(HT)
They say I seem preoccupied.
That's cause they dreams have gotta die.
I'm losing fights with awkward eyes.
Never cross a thing off my to-do list
I don't got the time.
Every day I wake up on the wrong side
of the bed but right and wrong are
artificial constructs inside my head.
So i compare the lesser of two evils.
The math never adds up
no matter who we've killed.
Better not speak to me until I've
had some victories.
Or I'll burn the world down
so nobody gets to breathe.
It's a sign, it's an omen.
This is blind faith in the moment.
This is my way of justifying
why I feel so broken.
Fatalists can only blame fate.
And I say this cause I came late,
and in the same way
I thought I was walkin on water.
But I'm standin in a puddle.
Thought I was talkin to God first,
turns out it was the Devil.
It's not superstitious.
It's useless wishes.
It's not an investment
if you're already losing business.
Whenever towers in my life start to topple.
I'll base important decisions
off the flip of a bottle.
It's awful.
(Chorus)
Orange juice flip first try!
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12. |
Looking Down
01:55
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13. |
Zs
02:26
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(Dug)
I remember back when I would never nap
believing that the world inhabited awake
is automatically the better half.
It seems so simple til your nibbled to the gristle.
And you figure lay immobile more
why not make it official?
I don't have time.
Nor can I find the biochemistry
to even sleep like normal folks.
But would i buddy? Definitely.
Yeah I can tell I'm dreaming
when I'm not thinking of bed.
And if I'm lucid then I'm doomed.
Clarity is what I dread.
It's like lay face down for
what seems like a day while
never going under
but ya gray out
Hey now,
do that for two decades
while you figure what's the best way
to pull minimum three hours
maybe write yourself an essay.
(Chorus)
Catch Z's like a sword from a lake.
Enough or otherwise tomorrow
make important mistakes.
Debate, the consequences
than it's grist for the mill.
For all I practice
I know panic really isn't a skill. x2
I bet that everybody thinks I'm a jerk
And if they do you know I'm ready,
got that neatly rehearsed.
I go completely berserk.
And keep it really on the regular.
And hope you shoot the breeze,
instead of the messenger.
The moon I lay below,
is basically the radio.
My references reflected this
and I get tired of saying so.
Tired, but not sleepy.
At least while I'm up
and binge-hate-watching me.
Run a fan.
Toss and turn.
Lost and damned.
But not for sure.
The studies show
that I've knocked myself out.
Crack a bottle to acknowledge that's
the option for now.
Yuh.
The thoughts are gonna
suck all of the oxygen out.
I went and left myself alone
with the most hostile of crowds.
I'm playing possum again.
Leave all the flotsam to set.
I'd fix it
but I did it
so that that's impossible now.
(Chorus)
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14. |
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(HT)
I'm scared of needles.
Don't want them to operate.
I've been feeble,
seem to need to see
a doctor's face.
They're just people,
we're all always guessing.
Side effects are lethal
we're fine just ingesting.
Tell em if my heart stops
don't bring me back.
That'll cost more funds
I don't think I have.
Find a sense of urgency,
it's an emergency.
I'm being honest
I promise
I didn't do this purposely.
Sometimes it hurts to breathe.
Went to where they said to go.
Hell yes, or Heaven's no.
My condition ineffable.
Intestinal,
which means I feel it in my gut.
A set of cynics get to visit
if I'm sick enough.
My generation's growing old with face tats.
We're in the same trap
with debts we can't pay back.
Why'd I say that?
I'm just a destitute impressionist.
In my revolution we execute executives.
All these rich faces
are the reasons why I'm poor.
Don't wanna live a life on life-support
just find the chord.
Afraid of hospitals,
might be PTSD.
Start to shake,
unstoppable,
thoughts screamin just leave.
Body probably inoperable.
I get medicine I don't need.
Surrounded by lots of folks
that don't actually know me,
I need exorcised to break the curse.
The experts lie,
and always need that payment first.
(Chorus)
No one really dies,
but the heart stops.
And I"m still alive,
with these dark thoughts.
Been a million times
through the hard spots.
And I'm still alive
with these dark thoughts.
(Dug)
I grew up convinced
I was irreparably broken.
In ways I felt so conscious
they could never be spoken.
Even when I vomited
that poison from my consciousness.
I couldn't face the day
without approaching it as ominous.
Maybe that's just me
but it seems likely it's the obvious.
The whole system
is dying but won't let go of the hostages.
When I'm done dissociating
I come home to only aching
Waking hurts and sleep becomes impossible
there's no debating.
Mostly blaming self for what I'm slowly facing.
or creating, and it's really who can say.
I don't bring this stuff up in person.
Here's a song of more complaining.
And I'm so ashamed
it's hard to listen back for errors.
When they quote it back to me
the gratitude is mixed with terror.
And I'm zoning out in public,
clenching on my stomach.
I would say something
but that would be disruptive.
They're already so disgusted.
They don't bother,
it would be awkward.
I'm still here
and it's a problem.
It's improper for a goner.
Giving up is just another plan I alway put off longer.
And I wonder if I'd even move
without all this subversion.
I'll make you all depressed and
that's my version of subversion
then it's curtains.
(Chorus)
(Lion of the Pines)
Go ahead,
tell me what I need.
Tell me that I deserve it.
I've heard it before.
That I shouldn't be.
Swimming against the current.
Letting it loom over me.
And after a while it's hard to see
the way to the bright side.
I would, if I could,
if I could,
if I could.
Go ahead,
tell me what I need.
Tell me that I deserve it.
I've heard it before.
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