1. |
Bears Lament
00:58
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where’d the weed go?
wallet empty
bowl cashed
turned to ash
scrape some res from the bong
you don’t know how low i’ll go
when the weed is gone
smoke every roach
when the weed is gone
i wanna be so stoned
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2. |
Marvin Nash
01:01
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I got nothing to do OMG
Paul vu Frances
I don't know what to say
Oh my youre so good at math
Keep it coming
Are you from tasty cake spinsters
Can you feed me drunken lit
I wanna hear your stories of
Fuck it's and insert reason here
Parade
All in blah we trust.
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3. |
He Think He Lord Byron
01:44
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I haven't written decent lyrics in years and I'm sure as hell not going to start now. I'm floating around in my head and I'm wasting away walking with the crowd.
Walking the same beaten path as you. I'm sick of the well written journal entry. I'm not a writer. I'm not an artist. I'm a piece of shit who is aging rapidly with not a fucking clue who I am anymore.
So lets play another fast one and hopefully this time my guts will fall out of my mouth and my brain will rot away with a paralyzing stroke.
Are these good enough for you? Are these good enough for you? Because they aren't for me.
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I lost my knack for an interesting vernacular. I dove head first into a sea of pay stubs and overdue library books. Its become a day by day process of waking up, suiting up, and giving up. When you finally grow content living in shit, it's time to leave behind the flies. I liked my days better depressed.
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5. |
Bruce Got Mad
01:18
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I took it well
Please repeat
They took me home
Cement feet
You were gone
They took me home
You're on vacation
And I'm displaced
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6. |
Do You Smoke Weeds?
01:16
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The cold and heavy rain is streaming down my brow. The miserable snow is building up to my knees. Here I am now, sitting in a dim lit room with a cold wooden chair keeping me upright from the damn floor. I would curse the weather, but I end up the same in the sun. I feel like freezing. I feel like freezing. I feel like freezing instead of...
Stained teeth. Coffee binge. I smell of skunked beers. Greying hair. Terrible wrinkles. I smell like him.
I want to be alone, I'll just accept the way things tend to be. I feel like...
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7. |
Or Do Cokes?
05:18
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I'm grasping
No I'm gasping
I'm trying
I'm collapsing
Your open mouth
Your hunter eyes
Your battled leather
You're not for lights
Those easy lines
Our common state
Too stupid to know
Too smart to withdraw
I'm here
You're lost
And well find out
When we part
and where we lie
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8. |
1818
00:35
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I can't sleep
The house is too hot
Like a sauna, like a cigarette filter
And I'm not breathing air
Get up, get up we'll burn it down together
What are you talking to? ( I'm talking to me)
Spend the money to live another month, the bugs are biting but there's nowhere to go
Nowhere but here
But here is not there
And there is a place
A place we can go
Trust me with this
This is for real
What are you talking to?
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9. |
Fatback Lunch
03:22
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Oh dear, oh my. This sure has become a mess. First death, the house, the kids and I guess it's onto this.
I can get away
I can get away
For just a moment.
These precious... These precious moments I haven't killed myself over yet. I'm released. I'm no longer scared. I don't see her face. I don't see any of their faces anymore.
I can escape
For just a moment
I can slip into something nice
Oh dear, oh my. This sure has become a mess.
Oh dear, oh my and I guess it's onto this again.
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10. |
Benroff
00:31
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11. |
Tell The Girls I'm A Cop
00:44
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I felt an ungodly amount of pressure gathering around my skull.
I puked and found a nostalgic piece of me in the pile. It was the dreams
and aspirations
I let fade to the back of my pea sized brain.
Now I'm skimming through the vomit to get that piece of me back.
Digging deeper and deeper, and deeper
But I can't fucking grab it.
I've lost it.
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12. |
You Got A Real Gif
01:55
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And like Vincent, I’ll die alone in the north with a gunshot wound to my heartbroken chest. Lonesome, but 37 was never a better time to be alive. What am I even going on about? I never liked art anyway. Or you. Or them. Or myself. Or sunflowers. Or wine. Or these delicate painters hands.
And like Vincent, I’ll die alone in the north.
Vibrant colors, the blue period, or love?
I’ll miss the fields.
And like Vincent, I’ll die alone.
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13. |
Dakotas
02:57
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I watched a man die in the dakotas. I stripped myself from the emotional connection to the human race. They gawked and I walked. And I kept walking straight off a cliff of disconnect. Of nothing.
Curiosity or just concerned?
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