1. |
Gonna Get Ugly
02:11
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I never understood the rationalization
Bout what they're thinkin'
Gotta love it or leave it
And it's a dangerous road we're going down
I know you're scared, because I'm scared too
But if everybody's talking about leavin', about leavin'
Not everyone's got that option
So i plan on stayin', lord, I'm stayin'
And I know it might get ugly
It's gonna get ugly
And I'm aware of my dillusion
It's not confusion
It's that petty moral code
And I ain't trying to place blame on anyone
But we gotta take care of our own
See if everybody's talking about leavin', about leavin'
Not everyone's got that option
So i plan on stayin', lord, I'm stayin'
And I know it might get ugly
It's gonna get ugly
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2. |
The Ghost Writer's Song
03:23
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You and me
Spoken like a memory
Broken like the fantasy
We were never meant to be
We were never meant to be
Any more than a memory
Any less than the fantasy
We always wanted to be
Do you remember
The night I got you into trouble?
It was all really quite humble
Despite how hard we had to fall
Do you recall
The twelfth night in November?
I always hope you won’t remember
Despite it all
You and me
Spoken like a memory
Broken like the fantasy
We were never meant to be
We were never meant to be
Any more than a memory
Any less than the fantasy
We always wanted to be
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3. |
Vultures and Crows
02:48
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Mason:
What you call empathy, I call distress
What you call apathy, I call death
What you call fun is not in my plans tonight
What you call wrong I call somebody’s right
Whoa, if the mind is an ocean, well, I get the notion I’m drowning
Whoa, and if God isn’t real, then how come I feel just like a bird?
What you call progress, I call disturbed
What you call madness, I call my friends
If you want justice, well, you can’t just hold your breath
You gotta raise your voice, raise your fists, and sometimes care too much
City of vultures in a country of crows
Vultures and crows
Reid:
What you call empathy, I call distress
What you call apathy, I call death
What you call socializin, now I'm realizin
It's certainly not what this motherfucker needs
Whoa, if the mind is an ocean, well, I get the notion I’m drowning
Whoa, and if God isn’t real, then how come I feel just like a bird?
What you call progress, I call a waste of space
What you call madness, I call my friends
If you want anything, anything out of this
You gotta make vulnerable the things you think you've already found
City of vultures in a country of crows
Vultures and crows
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4. |
Chiken Skraps
03:01
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I got this feeling that I don't have words for
It's not self pity, it's not quite boredom
It's something in between strength and apathy
laced with passion and anxiety
but not regret, no never regret
at least not yet, ain't got that feeling yet
I laugh to myself alone
sometimes longer than I would care to admit
I eat my chiken skraps with sides of spinach and TV
hang out with Leslie Knope, Toph Beifong, and Dana Scully
Sometimes I look for work but where's the thrill when I'm saving the bees
I'll still try other shit, but Raccoon Venom's my therapy
What have we got to fear, other than the rising cost of beer?
It's not quite clear, what we're still doing sitting here
Laugh to myself alone
drink by myself alone
sing to myself alone
in the comfort of my home
Laugh to myself alone
drink by myself alone
sing to myself alone
in the comfort of my home
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When I was just a kid
I was already a little piece of shit
Or at least that’s what everyone would say
But I’m a little bigger now
Maybe a little smarter somehow
But other than that not much has changed
I couldn’t even make my own decisions
Before I was thrown into religion
And told never to question or disagree
From an early age everyone could tell
That I would have intentions to rebel
Because I’ve always known that that life isn’t for me
My parents always found it hard to understand why
It was so hard for me to get by
Spending everyday around ignorance and hate
But they always put food on the table
And give me what I need when they were able
I’ve never had to worry if I would be okay
So I don’t know
How could I grow up so privileged and still feel so alone?
I’ve lived my live with the peace of mind knowing I’ll always have a place to go
I wasted my youth around people I don’t like doing things I didn’t like to do
My mama always said “just try to have fun” and it’ll all be over soon
My mama always said “just try to fit in” and it’ll all be over soon
It never ends
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6. |
One More Whisky
00:58
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Some people see the glass half empty
Some people see the glass half full
I see it's time for another round because it's always time for
One more whisky!
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I ain’t sleepin’ in train stations, I can’t play like Reverend Peyton
But I swear to God I’ll fake it until I die
And when I hear that train a whistelin’ it’s no more than a whisper
Teasin’ me what could have been a life
I remember, God help me, when I was just 22
I was lost, I was young, and I didn’t know what to do
But now here I stand at the ripe old age of 23
And I can’t help but figure, lordy, lordy just look at me now
Chorus
I’ve been cold sober for about three minutes now
And I swear I can’t remember why I ever let the bottle touch the ground
Been walkin’ down the block singin’ corny, folksy songs
You may not like my vocals but you’re allowed to be wrong
Chorus
And I remember, lord help me, when I was just 16
Blastin’ mediocre punk rock thinkin’ this right here’s for me
But little did I know about what would truly set me free
And since I found that rhythm, lord, I can’t stop listening
To songs about train stations played by masters in the makin’
Who will fake it ‘til they take their turn to die
And when they hear that train a-whistelin’ on their strings they start a-fiddelin’
And that there ain’t too shabby of a life
Oh yes there’s songs about train stations played by travelers who be chasin’
Dreams of shakin’ it to what their makin’ until they die
And when they hear that train a-whistelin’ on their strings they start a-fiddelin’
And that there ain’t too shabby of a life
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Raccoon Venom Oregon
Just two wholesome bros. Oh, and also a whole lot more.
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Reid: vocals, banjo, ukulele + more!
Mason: vocals, guitar + more!
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