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Summer's Sake
02:45
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I've followed you home more than a few times
Spend hours alone just thinking of you
I find myself going out of my way
So that we can cross paths and I can fake a chance meeting with you
You borrowed my coat when it was cold out
And I smelled it for days 'cause it still had your scent
I've followed you home more than a few times
What else could that have meant?
For summer's sake then you can take my pride
And tie it down and lock it up til spring
She could have spit in my face, I almost wish she'd done it because
I would have taken anything
And, God, I wanted it all
I fit the archetypal dead end
Good shepherd leave me, I'm a sad lost lamb
Could a strong man keep his locks? And could a Philistine woman learn to love the God of Abraham?
Inside I used to be a city
And I built Jerusalem with hammer and nails
I've followed you home more than a few times
But when it rains it hails
For summer's sake then you can take my pride
And tie it down and lock it up til spring
She could have spit in my face, I almost wish she'd done it because
I would have taken anything
And, God, I wanted it all
And you can take my pride
And you can take my pride
And you can take my pride
And tie it down and lock it up til spring
She could have spit in my face, I almost wish she'd done it because
I would have taken anything
And, God, I wanted you for
Two years and I still feel the same way
Breathe down your neck and you don't even flinch
You froze my heart in early winter
And now it won't move an inch
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2. |
Thunderpunk
04:29
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I wish I could be way more angry
I'm trying to make it hurt more lately
Like how it hurt when she forgot me
An avalanche upon my body
Am I forever trapped in motion?
Devoid of any firm emotion?
I even miss the no good feelings
'Cause I don't feel a thing at all in all my dealings
Don't love me, I don't need assistance
To justify my own existence
I no longer require attention
So that one day, when I die, it might be worth a mention
And I don't have room to love another
I hardly even know my brother
And I've been on my own for so long
I hardly even notice when I hear a love song
Hold on, hold on my brother
It's getting good right as we speak
But don't ask me what I really think
'Cause I wouldn't tell you anything
With all that they have gotten me in,
I try not to have strong opinions
I'm not even a legal voter
'Cause I don't want the world to weigh upon my shoulders
And, too, how could I understand us?
I still haven't read Albert Camus
I haven't even looked at Nietzsche
And I haven't been to church in months so God won't teach me
Good news for you my brother
It gets good even as we speak
But don't ask me what I really think
'Cause I wouldn't tell you anything
I used to have a lot more passion
And people used to like me back then
I wasn't always such a cynic
And I didn't hate this town or all the people in it
But it's a lie my brother
You're young and you don't know what it's like
When her heel finds where your ribs separate
And it cuts you like a spike
And whether or not you come to terms with it,
We are all so very fowl
I didn't want to have to tell you all of this
But it's better you know now
We don't feel feelings, they're just
What we've evolved to make us breed
Our happiness comes second to the species
So we can spread our seed
Sooner or later you'll discover
You only love a version of her
And though you swear she loves you, I'll bet
That you haven't so much as even crossed her mind yet
The world you think you know's just bitter
Get ready for a lifelong winter
And though you tell me that I can't know what this means, I don't love anyone and don't feel anything
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Life Sux Kill Yrself
04:16
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It was raining from the ceiling when the walls all came to flood
So I pulled out from the corner and I woke up tasting blood
And I touched my bottom lip and tried to realign my vision
Both my ears were red and ringing, but I tried my best to listen
And the man in blue there said I only had myself to blame
The woman offered me a cigarette but I can't recall her name
And the shock, it was remarkable, but I tried hard not to smile
If only for the sake of my victim, though I felt just like a child
And I couldn't tell you where this new found sense of purpose came
When only hours before this, I'd considered jumping from a train
And then Sunday morning rolled around and the chimes and bells were ringing
All those birds, they'd had their burdens lifted, and all of them were singing
And I told my mother that I wouldn't be in church that day
For I was ill, but I'd return when I was feeling more okay
And I was sure the congregation could appreciate my leave
I would be back in better spirits, I'd be ready to believe
And the elders, save for three of them, they'd all forgot my name
I'd returned a few times since that day but I've never been the same
I no longer hate the sunshine and I love the smell of air
And the sound of my own breath's no longer something I can't bear
Well my debt had piled high and all my work saw no reprieve
I was diligent in all my studies when I resolved to leave
I was holed up, I was broken, I had fallen off the track
And though I talk about it often, I have never once looked back
And tomorrow I will wake up and not feel lonely or deprived
I'll have drank myself nearly to death, but I'll be so much more alive
And my clock will be circadian 'cause I'll have oiled all it's gears,
I will sleep the whole night through the way I haven't done in years
I was whole and miserable, well behaved and terribly well spoken
But me, I'd prefer to be nearly dead and hardly anywhere and broken
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4. |
West Coast Wombat
03:28
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You left three weeks ago, you've called me quite routinely up 'til now
That might be fine if it weren't every other day
Or half as often if you're busy, oh, we both know you'd be mad
If it were you that stayed at home and if it were me away
A few more days of this and we won't know each other at all
But something tells me you won't mind
I might think twice about these words if you weren't so consistent
Six months ago, I never thought I'd be afraid to see a love of this kind
It gets so lonely here but I'm still sweating you out every pore
You're not my only friend, I've got, at least, a dozen more
But I'll save my problems for the girl
Who from three thousand miles east of here can keep me just as lonely as before
When you left home you told me I would always be on your mind
And that you'd take care to do the same
Well mission accomplished, you're inside my head, but, still, I wonder
If you don't come across my name
It's almost ironic that you'd wonder if I'd ever think of you
When you don't ever think of me
Give me attention, give me closure, give me anything at all
I just want your gaze at me for a single day and you can say that I'm at your feet
It gets so lonely here but I'm still sweating you out every pore
You're not my only friend, I've got, at least, a dozen more
But I'll save my problems for the girl
Who from three thousand miles east of here can keep me just as lonely as before
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5. |
Frankenstein Heart
02:46
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I will steal the flesh from every single one of you to reconstruct my Frankenstein Heart. I will love only one, she's dead too. I will love only one, you could do.
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Social Caterpillar
01:26
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There must be a better way to go about the things I go about
My life sucks now and I can't imagine what comes next
My best friend hates me and all the girls I spend my time with
Like to think that I'm their boyfriend without the title or the sex
And I like to tell myself it's 'cause I'm such a nice guy
But everyone can probably see my disdain
And I don't enjoy the time I spend
I hardly even consider these people my friends
And all the life I'm wasting surely isn't worth the gain
I still want to play someday but everybody thinks my demo's lame
I really want to go to Monday's show, but I've got work
And I like handstamps and zines and most everything about this music scene
But all the guys in all my favorite bands are jerks
My friend, Des, knows these guys who opened up a space in East Van Nuys
Maybe if the liked me, they would let me play a show
'Cause I kind of like the sound of getting this old band up off the ground
It's never what you can do, it's always who you know
And with all the useless people I know, you'd think by now
That I'd have found some reason to make it worthwhile to keep coming to this town
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7. |
I Will Swallow You Up
02:59
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I can change the person I've been
Open me up and rearrange the circuits
Cut me down the middle and peel back my skin
My wires aren't buried far beneath the surface
I don't feel young and I don't feel clever
And I'm ten degrees colder than I was this time last year
Pull me apart and put me back together
I can change everything and I can get better, I can learn all the answers and I can be whatever
Touch your fingers to mine, 'cause I've tried
Sink your hands in and feel me from the inside
I need some better goals
Cuz I'm so tired of trying to feel whole
I don't need to be unique anymore
You'd know better than most that I'm sure
I've been trying to feel real for what feels like forever
I don't want to be whole I just want to feel better
I know your type
I've been awake for the last three days and I
Think I'm finally tired enough to not care
If you already know what I'm gonna say about
You and the way you can breathe like its easy,
You're sure of yourself and you're hardly afraid that you'll die
You're so nice and it's driving me crazy
I feel it ache at the base of my soul
If you come any closer I'll devour you whole
Touch your lips to my skin, 'cause I've tried
Sink in your teeth and feel me from the inside
I need to find control
'Cause I'm so tired of trying to feel whole
I don't need to be unique anymore
You'd know better than most that I'm sure
I've been trying to feel real for what feels like forever
I don't want to be whole I just want to feel better
Lets cut our fingers, plant a tree of us outside
We'll make them bleed and drown the seed in constant water and light
Touch your fingers to mine, 'cause I've tried
Sink your hands in and feel me from the inside
I need better goals
'Cause I'm so tired of trying to get whole
I don't need to be unique anymore
You'd know better than mast that I'm sure
I've been trying to feel real for what feels like forever
I don't want to be whole I just want to feel better
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8. |
Convict of Interest
03:13
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Some might call it apathy,
Inexperience, innocence, or fate
And all your sympathy
Is probably 'cause it's easy to relate
And it's kind of new to me,
This kind of love that I now kind of hate.
Don't think it wrong of me
'Cause I don't think I can just sit here and wait
She's like an island in the distant sun,
I can hardly at all see it from here
Watched it since the day'd begun
But I'm too afraid to go too near
And the earth defaults it's rotation
Despite my pleas, no matter how sincere
I'll be here 'til the day gets done,
Maybe by then I can see her
Lost in paradise
And I've got the nerve to bring you home
From a place that I can't find
A place that I thought I used to know
I fell behind
Now that I know that I can go
And I hope my days don't mind
I'll be spending them here all alone
I'm sick to my stomach now,
Body's aching and I can hardly breathe
Want to swim but don't know how,
And it's only just an ocean out of reach
Killing me's what you'd prefer and
I'd tell you to do your worst
and I just wanted to rescue her, but
I need her to rescue me first
Only slightly out of reach
The sun rises for her and sets on me
While you're lost in paradise
And I've got the nerve to bring you home
From a place that I can't find
A place that I thought I used to know
I fell behind
Now that I know that I can go
And I hope my days don't mind
I'll be spending them here all alone
Only slightly out of reach
The sun rises for her and sets on me
While you're lost in paradise
And I've got the nerve to bring you home
From a place that I can't find
A place that I thought I used to know
I fell behind
Now that I know that I can go
And I hope my days don't mind
I'll be spending them here all alone
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Inky Blankets
02:40
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Paranoia slowly setting in
Creepy spiders piercing through my skin
Shame and guilt are holding tightly
Hardened automaton sobbing silently
Leave this place
There's nothing left for you to break
Ugly thoughts are leaking from my brain
Caterpillars writhing through your veins
Dirty creature, you were someone's son
With our eyes closed, we are anyone
Leave this place
There's nothing left for you to break
Burn the house down, torch the memories
Blackened photographs, I remember these
Friends and family are haunting me
For decisions we've made recently
Leave this place
There's nothing left for you
Leave this place
There's nothing left for you to break
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10. |
Colors
03:15
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What hand has greased these pistons?
It's like I've purchased them anew
The blood cells that move inside my veins
Just weeks ago were oh so few
When did the world turn colors?
Last time I checked, my ghost was black
I thought my fingers calloused over,
Thought my lips were chapped
And, oh, my friend,
I'm whole again
How could this tone convince me
To cut my nails and comb my hair
And shed my winter coat for good?
God knows before, I didn't care
And how could one motion of your hand
Just wipe away two years of grief?
I spent so long sounding it down
And you made it nothing just as brief
And how could you
Have made me new?
No don't put money on a word I say, 'cause I will prove us wrong
I thought these tones didn't exist, I hadn't felt them in so long
And what godly forces brought me here? What took the earth and shook the ground?
And when did the world turn colors? It wasn't like all of this before you were around
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11. |
Love and Something Else
04:42
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I should have seen this coming quite some time ago
You were always so far away, how could I not have known?
I think I did but I still didn't say a word
For fear that I might push you away, for worry I'd make things worse
Come close I only want to hold your hand
I miss your fingers in between mine
And if I remember, you taste just like the ocean
And I forgot about the tide
What happens after all of this when you look at God, do you see yourself?
You think that this is it, but I'm holding out for something else
You weren't the first to question everything you learned
Oh, but you were the first to make me question everything in turn
And it made me scared but it was something that I couldn't just ignore
Why could nothing in life, until this point, have shaken my body to its core?
Sometimes I wonder if the media control my thoughts;
My dreams are filled with b-list stars and old TV shows
And if that's the case, then have I ever had an original idea?
Or were all my thoughts on love and God programmed by 90210?
And when did these notions all spring forth? All after one crooked angel fell?
You think that that was it, but I'm holding out for something else
And if this is all for you and I, will you touch my cheek and wish me well?
You think that this is it, but I'm holding out for something else
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Dustin and the Explosions Los Angeles, California
Dustin and the Explosions is Evan, Cindy, and Mike. We like to play fast paced rock and roll songs. Slow songs are okay sometimes, too.
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