1. |
Sleep N Whisky
03:07
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What’s in this bottle?
What’s in this drink?
Do I have to choose again
Between a good night’s sleep and whisky
What’s cookin’ in the kitchen?
What are you pouring down the drain?
Am I flushing out my good intentions?
Or should I flush out my veins?
The one who got this whole thing started
Won’t be the motherfucker to wrap it up
Because they’re either passed out on the sofa now
Or in the front yard throwing up
So what’s in that bucket?
What are you pouring down the sink?
Do you wanna watch some Netflix?
Or do the pretty people hurt your self-esteem?
What’s in this bottle?
What’s in this drink?
Do I have to choose again
Between a good night’s sleep and whisky
I’ve got my whole world floatin’ in this bottle
I put all my faith in this drink
So I might just get around to enjoyin’
A good night’s sleep and whisky
A good night’s sleep with whisky
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2. |
Shed 87
02:30
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Welllllll……
Well, I wake up again sensitive to noise and light
Realizing I might have had too much to drink last night
Cuz drinking’s easier than stressing over life
And it’s harder than you think to quit playin’ in this shed
And I know, I know that I should go to bed
But I don’t give a single fuck that it’s 2am
So I struggle through the next day more tired than anyone should ever be
Especially somebody who had the option to sleep
And I wake up in the morning and it’s time to start again
Stuck in the cycle that’s become my closest and worst friend
You’d think I’d try to break free from this trend
But that night I find myself again playing in this fucking shed
Small and dark and spider infested
Look at the clock, this time it’s 3am
So I struggle through the next day more tired than anyone should ever be
Especially somebody who had the option to sleep
But I still gotta take care of my responsibilities
The promises I made to my friends and family
I hope they know that they’re my priority
But I guess this routine ain’t that bad because I spend every day with Kaiti
I drink all night with Reid (That’s me!)
With plans like these who needs any fucking sleep?!
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3. |
Smug N Cocky
02:38
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I may not be the world’s best anarchist
But from what I understand they don’t want a leader anyway
That’s okay, it don’t hurt my feelings
And I’m fine with cleaning classrooms and pumping gas for strangers
But I’m also fine with lying to myself
Cuz exhaustion doesn’t lend a hand in reality versus dignity
Anarchy is an impossible dream and I would
Probably die on the first day anyway
From the poisonous berries I kept in my pocket
Like a true anarchist dying smug and cocky
I would find a way to be too goddamn afraid
Fuck it today I still get nervous about stealing
From the grocery store
Because I ain’t a kid no more
I may not be the world’s smartest anarchist
But at least I’m slipping swiftly into madness
Those who get the most do so by complaining loudest
While I’m lying to my bed begging for forgetness
Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure as fuck can buy a fifth
But I ain’t gonna pull another shift and sell my soul to the manager
You don’t wanna be a cop and you don’t wanna be a robber
Don’t want an empty belly try marrying a farmer
Cuz the farmer grows the food to be eaten by the soldier
Whose whole life will depend on their doctor and their lawyer
And all their families and their patients and defendants
All rely on their janitors and gas station attendants
But they won’t work together cuz we’re stuck in a fucky structure
It may not be easy but we’re stubborn motherfuckers, which makes
Anarchy an impossible dream and I would
Probably die on the first day anyway
From the poisonous berries I kept in my pocket
Like a true anarchist dying smug and cocky
I would find a way to be too goddamn afraid
Fuck it today I still get nervous about stealing
From the grocery store
Because I ain’t a kid no more
I ain’t a kid no more (x6)
Anarchy is an impossible dream and I would
Probably die on the first day anyway
From the poisonous berries I kept in my pocket
Like a true anarchist dying smug and cocky
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4. |
(an "APOLOGETIC" song)
03:26
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Lately I spend my days being nice to people I’d probably hate
If I ever got to know them at all
I hope they don’t see through this fake smile
And I hope they don’t come back for a while
If they ever come back at all
I’m sorry that I don’t believe it when they say they got faith in me
And if it’s true, they should stop fucking expecting me to be
Exactly who they want me to be
Cuz, fuck, I don’t even believe in myself
Why would they think any differently?
Why would they think any differently?
Well I might have a drinking problem at age 18 (23)
But I can’t find the fucking problem it remains to be seen
They say it’ll hinder my ability to think
They tell me that my life with go shit but when they’re warning me
About this shitty future, it sounds more like the present
I get the feeling that I’m already in it
When I’m forced to talk people like them for any more than a minute
So I’m really not sorry that I’m not the person
That they’ve always wanted me to be
What happened to that belief they had in me
I don’t meet their expectations or standards
And I sure as hell don’t need their pity
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5. |
Ode to Chevrats (GREAM)
02:01
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Regular Phillip worked at the gas station down the street
He really didn’t mind his job because he was outside and on his feet
His goal in life was to go to work and make that skrilla
Until he drank Supreme gasoline and now they call him Super Phillip
He’s got all of the powers of unleaded gasoline from Chevron
Always gets from point A to B and you know that he’ll be clean, he’s got Techron
When you need a full tank just roll down your window and say his name
Just don’t smoke your cigarettes around him or else he’ll burst into flames
Into flames
Gas Rules Everything Around Me
GREAM cuz you’re empty
Gotta gotta fill y’all!
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6. |
Take out the T(h)rash
00:41
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Take your trash to the cities
Throw your garbage in the streets
Cuz every downtown is already a landfill
So let’s keep the pretty places clean
Unleash the sewers on the city
Watch rivers of sludge run through the streets
You might get a fun disease, but we’ll save a couple trees
So let’s keep the pretty places pristine
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7. |
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I’m often told I look like Jesus Christ
And I find that strange cuz I am Satan
(Satan? Who’s Satan?)
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8. |
These Days Part 3
03:33
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Don’t let the duct tape and blood on my guitar
Convince you that I’m different than any other suburban white guy
I never really fit in, but hell
I never really wanted to try
Because the day I treat people like they do
Will be the end of me and everything that I believe
Yeah, the day I start acting like a dick will make me fucking sick
So I’ll just pack my shit and leave
Don’t let the holes in my bedroom walls
Define who I am, just what I do
Well actually they explain it all
I’m an angry, clumsy fucker just like you
And the day I start dealing with my shit
Will be the day I feel I’ve finally succeeded
On the day I start to feel like an adult
Well here’s to hoping I still feel like a kid
And I hope that I live the rest of my days in a completely different place
Where I’m not always thought of as a fucking nuisance
Yeah I hope that I live in a place where my voice will be heard
And conversations will never be useless
You’ll know I’ve made it when I talk about these days like they never existed
And if I don’t then I’ll tell you about the chance I had and how the fuck I missed it
Yeah you’ll know I’ve made it when I talk about this place like it never existed
And if I don’t then I’ll tell you about the chance I had and how the fuck I missed it
I fucked it up
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You’re a lazy bastard he said to himself as he got home from his second job
Sat on the bed with his mandolin and proceeded to write this song
It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t hard it was freedom in its purest state
He didn’t write it for anyone, but he hoped that they could relate
La-da-da-da’s
And he’s getting tired of the overzealous taking to the streets and the internet
Wants to tell them ‘time to choose your war and know your fucking place in it’
But maybe his place in his war is helping others to discover theirs
The problem is they talk too much and he hardly cares
La-da-da-da’s
And he ponders why he doesn’t write another love song when every note he plays feels true as love
Really fucking hates to get philosophical, but what they fuck does he know about the stars up above
If he can’t talk about what’s outside his own door how could he sing about what he feels
That’s when he realized what man doesn’t understand is what he steals
La-da-da-da’s
You’re a beautiful bastard he reminds himself in the arms of the one he loves
Life’s a beautiful bastard he confirms to himself in the arms of the one he loves
Life’s a beautiful bastard he reminds himself in the arms of the one he loves
Life’s a beautiful bastard he confirms to himself in the arms of the one he loves
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10. |
1/2 Life
02:08
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what do you call it when cell phones make you crazy?
what do you do when cars drive you mad?
how does it work when you don't wanna be employed?
what's permanent culture if you gotta lease the land?
i'll have a virgin rum and coke (i thought you said you hated coke)
that's right tonight I'll stick with rum
and I'll have your most bitter beer (should I just leave the pitcher here?)
yes please I'm not waiting on anyone
though I'm sure they're lots of fun I still do not own a gun
though I hear that guns are all the rage these days
did I just say that out loud? maybe it's the other way around
i hear the rage is all the guns these days
either way I do not mind
it is your right to decide what will protect you in the night
stop me if I get too deep
maybe we'd get better sleep if everyone stopped shooting off their mouths
who shall I cite to prove society is crazy?
who would believe me if I swear to god madness ain't mad?
surely I can find a way to shirk responsibilities
maybe a half-life really ain't half that bad
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11. |
Drug Solution Revisited
01:48
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I need drugs like I need a hole in the head
I need a hole in the head to smoke drugs
I don’t drink PBR unless I’m out with my brother at the bars
Cause I only get around in this town for one dollar PBR nights
Cause I know how to make 8 dollars work right
It’s not a drug problem. It’s a drug solution!
I don’t drink to escape from life.
I drink to escape from harder drugs.
Do you need my shoes? I’ve got socks
Do you need my socks? I was born with two fucking feet
There are several types (hundreds of types!)
Of alcohol poured in my head
But I’m only needing one of them to get me safely into bed
But I’ll take the floor instead!
It’s not a drug problem. It’s a drug solution!
I don’t drink to escape from life.
I drink to escape from harder drugs.
I need drugs like I need a hole in the head
I need a hole in the head to smoke my drugs
He tried to light a fire using cigarettes and gasoline
But I smoked all my cigarettes and the fire wouldn’t light
But I’m better off now
Cause he’s huffing gasoline and the school was made of bricks anyway
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12. |
Cult of Two
01:45
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(rad instrumental song)
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13. |
We Have Fun
01:21
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We have fun, we have fun
Under the freeway or under the sun
And we’ll die; I promise that we will die
But just before we do we’ll never feel more alive
And when I’m dead, when you’re dead
I expect heaven will be something like this old shed
And we’ll be freed, God, we’re freed
When the oxygen meets the dimethyl-tryptamines
And I’ll gasp, Lord, I’ll gasp
Will I remember the faces when my last breath has passed
I will run, we will run
Toward what was promised us when our turn was done
But it was fun, we had fun
We played a great many songs and I enjoyed every one
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