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Building Fate
01:49
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Wait
All we do is wait
For a better time and place
To do the things that we think would be great
But time
Keeps slipping through my hands
And I hate looking in the mirror and
Seeing someone who makes lots of plans
But always
Finds a way to wait
Till the ideas just become stale
And then there's no reason trying to create
A life that
Runs idyllically - if there's no action
Then a plan is just as good as
The breeze that blows it away
Nobody wants to look back on all of the chances that they didn't take
Failure is success as long as you keep moving forward and don't ruminate
And even if there is a purpose beyond this earth, we'll still just an experiment anyway
So I don't see any reason to wait
'Cause all we do is wait
And I'm a patient person but I do believe
In building my fate and you
You oughta build yours, too
'Cause you are capable and you can take control
Of what you want to do
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3. |
Summer Mix CD
05:46
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How is it only Wednesday? I could sleep through the whole week
The intoxicating summer heat burned us a mix CD
The first track was No Rain and the last was Ride the Sky
Lightning Bolt has always been the best music to lose your mind to
Saw it coming from a mile away
A catastrophic private judgment day
That would last all summer
Our brains would boil into bitter slime
Our clocks would bleed out every drop of time
Till there was no time left
We held the funeral of a lifetime for ourselves and got bombed
We treated it more like Halloween - costumes and shots of gasoline
Down our gullets and back up when we tried dancing for too long
We drowned our sorrows brought on by the chaos of a world that we thought would be full of love
And pretty quickly we began to fall
The sun was closer than we could recall
It ever having been
Our bodies laying out with streamers and
Confetti, paper plates and Old Style cans
And we could see ourselves from above
As we became one with the sun
The backyard looked pretty great with new red paint and decor
BYORPAD and it's yourselves, so don't ask me
We reunited months later and watched snow cover the town
When it got too dark to see, we cuddled up in the sun and we went to sleep
We watched the UFOs across the way
We watched the rings of Saturn start their day
Oh, we could see it all
But still we kind of missed the cold, cruel Earth
And we'd forgotten what it's like to burn
And to feel relief when the cold front comes
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4. |
Sacramento
02:46
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Reverb River through the City of Fuzz
Top of Mount Delay with the feedback up
Lake Distortion with its big gray waves
The Tremolo Street Parade celebrates
Chorus Day when the rate and the depth
Finally united to ward off death,
Destruction, disease, and an era of dread
That surely would've started in silence
Yeah
Flying somewhere unlike where I'm from
Into the great flames, baby, here I come
I'll slam a couple coffees and I'll eat some mints
I'll try to talk to who's around and I'll try to grin
Fall is the party after Summer closes
Crushed yellow leaves go up our noses
It's still kind of warm this time, and it feels nice
But it's concerning
I wanna be more like myself but I don't know who that is
They've been buried by distraction, and finding purpose is like
Finding a cool spot to lay in Sacramento
Trust me when I say I'm not someone you should trust
There's no such thing as me, you, them or any of us
Wherever we were born, it's definitely much different now
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5. |
Best Life
03:18
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A dead-end job and a bottle of Wild Turkey
And a dream of moving to Albuquerque
The sun here never rises
Going out west, I hear that's where Christ is
Roaming around LA in a Black Flag shirt and a denim jacket
That he stole from a punk house in Anaheim
Crust punk Jesus takes all he can find
His disciples, they can't find him now
He's hiding out in the jungle
And he changed a whole lot since the second coming
Lost in the chaos and decided to join in
Is it love thy neighbor or hail yourself?
I say both and drink to good health
So many memories you tend to forget
Just looking for a sunrise that won't set
A pot of coffee and a wildfire
A flattened prairie 'cause we just can't build higher
Hazy skies and brown water
I'm gonna drive five blocks, why would I walk there?
Getting off of work is the most exhilarating orgasm that I have each day
And I can't really imagine it another way
Is it hard to confront? Well then, change the topic
Gatekeeping pricks gatekeep the garbage
Barrel fires in the downtown apartments
And no fair fighting in the justice department
There's a culture war so let's get some yogurt
Ride our bikes straight into a canyon
Make some good memories and then forget
Stare into the sun, and drown in sweat
I don't think I'm living the best life that I can live
I gave 98% of the shits I had to give
Will this last 2% last me the rest of my life?
Can I get some more?
There's gotta be a shit store somewhere
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6. |
The Great Ceiling Above
04:36
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My best friend is the NSA
They're the only ones who listen to every word that I say
Aimless ramblings into the abyss behind
Kitchen cupboards, stovetops, and the great ceiling above
Must be a labor of love
I spend most of my free time alone
It's not 'cause I don't like my friends or 'cause I get too stoned
There just aren't enough hours in a day to process
Or decompress anywhere near properly
Time is no one's property
We work forever and dream of oceans
We cover the world in plastic and dream of closure
We try to connect with anyone who seems to want
The same kind of fun that we do, and we all wish upon
The stars above that this time all the trust won't go to waste
That we didn't bet it all on the wrong horse in the race
That we didn't dig ourselves into a living grave
That we didn't pour it all into the wrong experience
I've been trying to drink a little less
And to save most of the beers for celebrating with friends
So much time is wasted
Wondering if this way that I'm living is all wrong
But tonight I'm not drinking alone
Because I'm watching Community
I'm drinking with my study group
And Abed's on two dates at once
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7. |
Headstone
03:20
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Keeping up with anything outside your own conscience
Let alone with your own conscience
Burning the candle at both ends, fulfilling 'til it's not
'Til you're just left with a pile of wax
Losing sight of memories, there's no better time than now
To forget all about now
There's so much going on right now, I don't know exactly where I've been
But when the time comes
I am gonna get you a thirty-foot-tall headstone
To commemorate your journey into the unknown
On its front will be inscribed all of the inside jokes from our lives
The humor that got us through the nights
When the day breaks, it'll shatter all across the floor
We'll walk on the morning eggshells
And when the night fell, shredded paper rain poured on down
Still wondering where the hell the ink went
There's a parking lot where car once sat with a couple of kids
Listening to Bright Eyes and eating Topperstix
There's so much to these moments, it don't matter where my eyelids went
Even if I get myself arrested or dead
By the time I'm thirty and completely hellbent
On destroying every document of the past
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8. |
Guilty Pleasures
01:37
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Drove towards the sunrise after the nightshifts
Gazed into the abyss and woke up stiff
Hadn't stayed up that late in a solid minute
The moon was still out and there was so much beauty in it
If I don't wanna drink then I'm not gonna drink
If I made up my mind, don't tell me how to think
I'm sick of guilty pleasures, why should there be shame in loving what you can
On this big blue trash heap?
Felt out of myself, so I got glammed up
And celebrated feeling anything at all
Felt bitter winter wind, so I got my black lipstick
The possibilities in this life are endless
If I don't wanna drink then I'm not gonna drink
If I made up my mind, don't tell me how to think
I'm sick of guilty pleasures, why should there be shame in loving what you can
On this big blue trash heap?
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9. |
Exist Ironically
05:33
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The coffee pot, it fills
The smoking, sure, it kills
And if you take away my nicotine, I might, too
When I’m asleep at night
I dream of firefights
And when I wake, I daydream of the tomb
Bright Eyes and shitposting
Are the only therapies that I need
And if I needed more, it’s not like I could afford it
Born into a dumpster fire
Endless flames to inspire
The overstimulation that keeps us still
We could be so much more
Than what they’ve got in store
For us but we gotta survive today
When you say “work sets you free”
Air gets harder to breathe
‘Cause I know I’m breathing the same air as a good-for-nothing nazi
No, it’s not apathy, or an excuse to be
Anything but just confused as to how we got here
Could it be greed allowed to multiply endlessly?
Could it be indifference that paved the way for evil deeds?
Could it be that so much knowledge has been kept out
Of our line of sights and in the meantime
We’ve been working away the years with our families
While being assured that we have autonomy?
Could it be that every fiber of my being is crumbling?
Taking stabs at my peers
Covering my own ears
Jaded and misguided, full of shame
It’s easier to fight
What's in your line of sight
Than it is to bring light into a dark place
Another sweatshop tee
Another mass shooting
Will someone throw me off a building, ‘cause my team lost the big game?
No more sincerity
Let's drown in irony
And feel the rising tides cleanse us of hope little more each day
There’s no more room to breathe, surely we’re just naive
No way were we taught to live empathetically
Only to later be told that the world don’t care
About what you need or what you aspire to be
Maybe we’re always so pissed off and violently
Anxious ‘cause we know that we have been doomed to
Exist ironically, all hail the Holy Meme,
Always subscribing to the corporatocracy,
Find faith in gossip and not dream of star stuff,
And never remember to give ourselves quite enough
Room to breathe properly - everything is crumbling
I have a hunch this ain’t how it's supposed to be
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10. |
Icicles
02:23
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Memories becoming distant
Dripping thoughts turn icicles
I'm still learning how to push against
The sense of dread that pulls
Me away from the moments that couldn't ever
Be recreated
The dawn was calling once but
The sun has risen now
Take me someplace where I can focus
On sitting still, not wanting more or less
Goddamn, I'm gonna miss this mess
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