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Gather round everybody
Grab a plot of grass listen up
I’ve got some rambling stories
As if you haven’t heard enough
And I never have enough money
To record my songs oh so perfectly
I only have one guitar
My piano only has two keys
Yes that’s a joke on the two keys
I’ve forced into this song
Music is stupid I hate it
I dream of songs only two chords long
And no one cares about modulations
No one gives a fuck about which chords
Or making them feel feelings
Classical music makes me bored
And I shouldn’t need to read instructional
To listen to a song
And understand its greatness
And fucking sing along
Here’s my acoustic album
Nobody knows who I am
I’m ready to die starving
So you can live life and dance
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The water bottles empty
Guess we’ll fill it in the sink
There’s a pause between the sets
That’ll give me time to think
When music starts again
The panic just might end
But my feet until then
Where my eyes are sent
I wanna write wry politics
With witty dry poetics
But it comes out wrong
Even I can’t sing along
I’ve gotta fix myself
I’ve gotta fix myself
Before I can fix
Anything else
I’ve gotta fix myself
I’ve gotta fix myself
Before I can fix
Anything else
My brain’s always empty
When beat beating beats
The panic from my head
And then I can breathe
And I know I can’t think
With panic either
But then my brain’s fuller
And I can’t force a breather
Shows are where I feel secure
When I’m dancing on the floor
That don’t change a thing
And no one hears me sing
I’ve gotta fix myself
I’ve gotta fix myself
Before I can fix
Anything else
I’ve gotta fix myself
I’ve gotta fix myself
Before I can fix
Anything else
The world needs a revolution
I need a revolution in my head
To fight against collusion that causes my confusion
Hopefully before I’m dead
Panic attacks are good for one thing
Writing songs so fast I can hardly sing
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3. |
No Cars No Friends
01:53
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So tired of being alone sometimes
So tired of wondering why
I don't want to be with my family
On an average night in an average country
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't feel
Right these days
I can't smoke
I can't drink
I can't do anything
But I gotta get out somehow
Gotta get out of the house
Or I'm gonna watch the news and get real depressed
I should really get used to this shit I guess
I need a distraction
Too much inaction
I'm gonna be happier than I was yesterday
My happiness is mine to take
I'm gonna be content
Content is my intent
There's gonna be a war in my stomach
It's been taking abuse for a couple years
And I can't stop feeling angry about all the stupid shit that I hear
When I had a car I could run away
When I had a car I could fix today
When I had a car I miss my car
Not gonna watch the news today
It's not really much of a change yes my anxiety will stay
Everything is fucked up, the world is gonna end
So laugh about it and joke about it and feel the pain again
No cars no friends
No life no end
No bands no show
No open no close
No life no love
No God above
No car no friends
No car no friends
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I went to the store to buy some bread but instead bought that vitamin to take on a plane
I wanna live forever so I'll drink that dissolved in a coca-cola, gotta embrace the inane
I went and got a vaccine and as far I can tell the autism hasn't kicked in yet
I kinda want my money back buyers remorse is kicking in I guess another purchase I'll regret
It's just like McCarthyism, Jenny not Joe
Am I getting too political for a punk rock show?
What to buy? What to buy?
Shove more knowledge in my eyes
What's everyone got what's not yet bought
I need another reason to stand in line
What to buy?
I went to the movies to see the most recent remake sequel or reboot
Look at all the things to buy look at the lights in the sky oh my god that dress is so cute
And I went to the park to feed some ducks but forgot I didn't buy bread from the store
And I went online to do some shopping for my family but but I'm just not sure
What to buy? What to buy?
Shove more shit in my eyes
What's everyone got what's not yet bought
I need another reason to stand in line
What to buy?
What to buy? What to buy?
Shove more knowledge in my eyes
What's everyone got what's not yet bought
I need another reason to stand in line
What to buy?
And you cant buy your life back
No you cant get your life back
No you can't buy your life back
I want Welch's fruit snacks
What to buy? What to buy?
Shove more knowledge in my eyes
What's everyone got what's not yet bought
I need another reason to stand in line
What to buy? What to buy?
Shove more shit in my eyes
What’s everyone got? Before we all rot
I need another reason to stand in line
What to buy?
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Smoking his coffee and drinking his cigarettes
Seems he's been missing out on all his benefits
He sits in his chair
He sits and he stares
As he sits and stares in his chair
Now he's snorting his whiskey and shooting his cocaine
He's got scars on his arms and I think he's in pain
He sits in the bar
Scars on his arms
Scars on his arms in the bar
He's staying out late
And saying he's great
Just like cheese left out in the sun
But he doesn't melt
He just wraps his belt
Around another girl's neck til he's done
Yeah he won't stop killing
Or drinking he's filling
His tires to pressure again
So when he runs down
A rodeo clown
He won't scratch his new coat of paint
He's running from the law boys
Running with a smoke
Tucked right behind his ear
He's hoping maybe he
Can kill them with cancer
Run away and marry his beer
Now Outlaw McKillson
He was the best
The devil so said he was skilled
Thats until one day he went down to hell
And the devil's the man that he killed
Yes the devil's the man that he killed
Now you may think a man who killed the devil
Can't be made of stone
But the truth is outlaw McKillson just wanted to take his throne for his own
Just wanted to take his throne for his own
And outlaw McKillson sat on his throne
And you know what he said to himself
Well they say that home is where the heart is
Well my hearts always lived here in hell
And the road I’ve ridden has been winding and winding but the side has always been rough and wrong
And now in the heart of the dark I can sing but will have no redemption song
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6. |
Caffiend
02:02
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There’s a fiend in my life and it’s always half caff
And I feel like I’m floating without a raft
Why’d I drink you today
Just to stay awake
Because awake and insane is always a mistake
I always wanna be alert but
My brains full of anxious dirt
And I can’t clean it or I won’t
Maybe too lazy or I don’t
Know what to do when you have a brain like me
Caffeinating casts a cloud I can’t flee
Coffee beans and kickstart means
I’m alert and aware
but at the same time so goddamn scared
Floating through my shitty life now
And I could better but I’m not sure how
Our situations intoxicating
I’m coping through copious caffeinating
My hearts gonna blow and I’ll be dead
Blood pressures way too high and I know I said
Id drink less but I’m a mess
I’m tired I guess and full of stress
And i don’t know what to do when you have a brain like me
Caffeinating casts a cloud I can’t flee
Coffee beans and kickstart means
I’m alert and aware
but at the same time so goddamn scared
Breathing fast
Mouth aghast
Hands are shaking
Scalp is flaking
Play it faster
Play it faster
Play it fast so I can’t think
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Out in the forest
Cold as a knight
Riding on horseback
Strung like a kite
I'm lost and lustily
Lumbering along
Humming a ditty
Not quite a song
Afraid as an infant
A faintly frayed knot
A disease that you're throwing
A voice that you caught
I'm blind and blandly bumbling about
A gnashing and screaming
A song that I'll shout
The world kinda sucks
When you're stickily stuck
In an orange ooze of
Oratory fuck
Phenomenally flipping
And flopping you're dripping
And we're drowning and all out of luck
But vile violinists
Violently determined
To vulgarly violate
Virginal vermin
All stuck in a torture wheel
Relentlessly spinning
Wistfully losing while
List fully written
The world kinda sucks
When you're stickily stuck
In an orange ooze of
Oratory fuck
Phenomenally flipping
And flopping you're dripping
And we're drowning and all out of luck
And a toupeed sniff of the cheese powder stiff
In a Pigpendular aura display
Will keep us professing with bated perplexion
Koka Kola advertising or cocaine
The world kinda sucks
When you're stickily stuck
In an orange ooze of
Oratory fuck
Phenomenally flipping
And flopping you're dripping
And we're drowning and all out of luck
Quite frankly my pockets are fuck less
Our lot in life low fully luckless
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8. |
Kant B-Leave Meyes
03:00
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We came out fast and we came out drunk
And we didn’t think we could ever flunk
We aimed for stars but our visions going
Pull up a chair the bleach is flowing
Minds in the clouds and clouds on the mind
But there’s no future we can find
It’s clear the beer is here I fear
Until we’re free after four long years
And I Kant B-Leave Meyes
Kant B-Leave Meyes
Kant B-Leave Meyes
We yelled at a void that yelled at us
We ranted at strangers sitting on the bus
We smoked our brains so wed forget
To get four years worth of hopelessness
Some fought back hard but I shat the bed
I couldn’t get out of my own head
I said fuck you to strangers online
I red my eyes puke in my wine
And I Kant B-Leave Meyes
Kant B-Leave Meyes
Kant B-Leave Meyes
I can never see my eyes
How can I tell they aren’t lies
Gold and green and blue
But can you say a hue
I need glasses for my eyes
Though my script is still quite fine
New lenses won’t do
Well all be corpses soon
And I Kant B-Leave Meyes
Kant B-Leave Meyes
Kant B-Leave Meyes
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The Emp-T Bell-E Bluez
02:04
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I wish I had food in my belly
I wish I had food in my belly ooh
I wish I had Burgers wish I had fries
I wish I had some chicken pot pie
And I wish I had food in my belly
And I wish I had booze in my belly
Wish I had booze in my belly ooh
I wish I had bourbon wish I had beer
Maybe a little everclear
I wish I had booze in my belly
Man I wish we had a president for our country
I wish we had a president for our country ooh
But instead we got a pile of rats
Personifying an orange trash bag
I wish we had president for our country
And that's why I need booze in my belly
That's why I need booze in belly ooh
Vodka whiskey wine and a blunt
But you know what the fuck I really want
I wish we had a president for our country
And that's why I need booze in my belly
And I wish I had food in my belly
I wish I had food in my belly ooh
But when your president only cares about the wealthy
It's really fucking hard for the poor to be healthy
And I don’t have food in my belly
Yeah and I don’t have a president for my country
Man I wish I had a president for my country
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Absurdity Addict
02:55
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Music school so goddamn dumb
That everything just might go numb
I'm here but am I here to play
Why do I feel this way
Feeling addiction kicking in
With every breath inhaling in
Im a directionless rolling pin
A five dollar movie bargain bin
So damn tired of feeling bad about myself
I think that my brain might be bad place to delve
How are people happy?
Do they just pretend?
I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm still waiting
For all this shit to end
How will I get out?
Should I fake it too?
I'm fafafafafafa-feeling fine
But it's just not true
And the irony of all this life
Is struggling to stay alive
When life’s a struggle anyway
Guess I win everyday
Participation trophy sleeping tonight
As long as I don't lose this fight
How are people happy?
Do they just pretend?
I said I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm still waiting
For all this shit to end
How will I get out?
Should I fake it too?
I'm fafafafafafa-feeling fine
But it's just not true
The good feeling never stays with me
As long as I hope
But another mechanism of disassociation
Tells me I don't have to cope
How are people happy?
Do they just pretend?
I said I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm still waiting
For all this shit to end
How will I get out?
Should I fake it too?
I'm fafafafafafa-feeling fine
But it's just not true
I’m fafafafafafa-feeling
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Bob Dylan's making Chrysler commercials
And the rest of the worlds facing a reversal
The poor will be rich and the rich will be poor
But only because the radios become an ear sore
Find counter cultures behind the counter
Buy society approved rebellion around here
Then you can get paid at a discount rate
Hate what everyone else hates
I'm living with being poor and happy but still would love to be rich
Because then it would be easier to be a goddamn son of a bitch
And easy is easier
Don't you agree
That having money would be better than having to be happy
Johnny rotten cant believe it’s not butter
And Dylan’s IBMing no feet in the gutter
Star Trek guest starring iggy pop
The only true punks are the ones who died before they could sellout they can’t make it stop
It's not ideal but I guess I'll have to deal
I'm ripping from Dylan I'm stealing his tunes
I'm cutting and slicing reopening old wounds
Cause he's not here for us he's on the moon
If a Chevrolet is worth a million
You'll buy it regardless because it is new
And he's bob fucking Dylan
Bob fucking Dylan
Easy is easier
Even if it's sleazier
Easy is easier-erer
Easy is easier
Easy is easier
Even if it's sleazier
Easy is easier-erer
Easy is easier
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Brian Fallon's Wet Dream
03:08
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I'm sorry that my voice sounds rough
And there isn't a fancy machine there ain’t no us
I'm sorry but my voice is kinda sore
I've been coating it with turpentine since the night before
Cause maybe it feels better to scream out the words
Than to sing the words perfectly just how you should
Cause maybe if everyone can hear what you say
Then they’ll all share it and assimilate the pain
So come on everyone
Let my blood fall to your page
We'll come together and share this book of broken memories we made
Cause maybe if we break off the bad parts and throw them in the furnace
We won't only be good on the surface
I'm sorry my guitar tone ain't right
They rushed me out here without a sound check tonight
I’m sorry but it wouldn’t matter anyway
And the dials on my guitar kinda turn randomly
Because maybe it feels better to play out a song
Than to fuck around with the amp make the people wait so long
Cause maybe if everyone can hear what you say
Then they’ll all share it and assimilate the pain
So come on everyone
Let my blood fall to your page
We'll come together and share this book of broken memories we made
Cause maybe if we break off the bad parts and throw them in the furnace
We won't only be good on the surface
We won't only be good on the surface
And we won't only say
That we're doing okay
No we won't only be good on the surface
So come on everyone
Let my blood fall to your page
We'll come together and share this book of broken memories we made
Cause maybe if we break off the bad parts and throw them in the furnace
Then we won't only be good on the surface
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13. |
Yes We Cannabis!
02:55
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I’m so done
With this dumb anxiety bullshit
Ain’t it fun
But it makes me always wanna quit
I think I’ve had enough of it
I don’t think that I’m mentally fit
I need a release
Cause my brain’s a shit piece
Waterfalls
But it’s probably been there before
Better calls
Have been made by passed outs on the floor
I wish that were me but I’d be sore
Distractions help me feel secure
I need to breathe
But I can barely eat
And I’ve been taking my convenience store uppers with my Green Eggs and Ham
I think my hearts gonna explode
Trying to cope by walking through nature goddamn
It’s just a less tarry road
I get stressed
When drivers won’t let me in the lane
When I’m depressed
It’ll send me to a pit of pain
My brain makes me feel insane
I need to shut up when the self hate rains
I need to eat
But I can never breathe
I’m taking convenience store uppers with my Green Eggs and Ham
I think my heart will explode
Trying to cope by walking through nature goddamn
It’s just a less tarry road
And I’m always thinking
How long will I be this way
And I’m always overthinking
I wanna always at least be
A person who I wanna see
A person who is pretty much ok
I wanna always at least be
I wanna always at least be
I wanna always at least be ok
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Kyle Cowlick Wilmington, Delaware
I usually sing in the Bomb Shelter Dropouts, but now I'm doing acoustic stuff too because money obviously. Apparently I break strings either way but that's just the danger of playing a guitar more aggressively than it probably should be. Anyway, here's a lot of songs that aren't Wonderwall. ... more
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