1. |
27s
02:58
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maybe I'll take up smoking
till my lungs end up fully carbonized
and slowly pass away
because that's the whole point
If my girlfriend heard these words she'd probably cry
my boyfriend is stupid but I don't want him to die
I like things that are bad for me
and I do them all the time
when I gave up hoping
I had a moment of clarity
that the whole thing
is just so much larger than me
and I'm not even talking of
all these social constructs
more the way it goes on
forever into outer space
my girlfriend doesn't know I wanna go beyond the sky
my boyfriend wants to fall in a black hole and I don't know why
I like things that are bad for me and fall into them all the time
your lung health it goes on forever
teenage angst it goes on forever
this black hole it goes on forever
girlfriend's love it goes on forever
hale based life it goes on forever
lucky cig it smokes on forever
lung cancer it goes on forever
til it stops
and when the acceleration
of the outward expansion
of physical space
no longer exceeds
the gravitational forces
condensing everything to a single point
I won't be the only one in the room collapsing
the last thing I recall
are my 27s getting crushed in my pocket
along with the rest of matter in the universe
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2. |
Life's Hard Lemonade
03:13
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I was walking my dog home and
I met two folks I did not know
it was one of those times where you can tell
from far away that you're
gonna have a conversation.
They just bought a new fifth,
the day of the week didn't matter to him
they just bought a new fifth
and he asked me where I lived
Must have given off
the wrong impression
when I said that it sounds like fun
to get fucked up
so I fucked up
and made a friend
that I didn't want
so I lied about
the location of my house
its not on principle
and I'm not proud
I just don't trust anyone
Then he asked me:
what are you doing on the 28th?
Like were such great friends
making me pretend
like we haven't just met
sorry busy, I gotta work late
And so we talked about,
the cost of living,
and its obvious now that
the fifth was for forgetting
talked about,
the cost of living,
and its obvious now that
the fifth was for forgetting
rent's going up in the trailer park
life's hard life's hard life's hard
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3. |
Bananas
04:44
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My grandpa says that he won’t buy
Green bananas
Because he doesn’t think that
He’ll live long enough to reap the benefits
And there, they’ll sit
And ripen
And gather up the fruit flies
We all laugh and tell him not
To joke of such a morbid topic
As if he’ll eat every piece of fruit
He’s ever boughten
But he won’t
Can you do me a favor
A solid, big time
Out past the corner of the garden
Right behind the tree line
And throw my bones
Into the compost
When I finally become a ghost
In my time
And there they’ll sit
And whiten
Bleaching in the sunlight
Or they won’t
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4. |
Bummer and Sons
03:38
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drink my bud down to the last sip
crumple the can
wipe off my hands
and hit the road
I haven't heard the last of it
'bout how my plans
got scrapped again
and I'm feelin low
talk it over with my better half
she says chasin dreams
is like creeks and streams
just let em flow
feelin better than I ever have
and its got nothin to do
with this empty can of pabst
cause now I know
that the straightest path
ain't the one where you have
to have your feet go
and I know,
that it makes no sense
to judge a river based on how straight
or fast it flows
And my spirit
is always waxing and waning
that's just how it goes,
I ain't complaining
cause now I know,
not to worry about when
you'll get to where you're
trying to go
Grandma'd say its all in god's hands
I feel the same
but always frame
it a bit different though
feel like my life's run by the god of chance
my ideas
get blown up
but sometimes the dust just turns to gold
think about how I have gotten here
I've mucked it up
but must got some luck
cause I'm mostly whole
mid october drove it home this year
Color of leaves
and the changing trees
responding differently to the coming cold.
bottles in the backyard,
lawn chairs round the campfire
the slow ride round the backside
of growing up and that's alright.
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5. |
3AM
03:15
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growin up
it fuckin sucks
i never see my friends
except for once
every four months
when we can
get a weekend
and we can stay up
until 3AM
and we can stay up
until
and i know
its all a matter of perception
but that doesn't help me see it any other way
most nights i'm in my bed
well before the sun sets
and i don't see
when that's ever gonna change
growin up
it fuckin sucks
i never see my friends
except for once
every four months
when we can
get a weekend
and we can stay up
until 3AM
and we can stay up
until
i miss when i was stayin up until 3AM
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6. |
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i'm off the sidewalk
and into the turn lane
i'm skating again
and i realize i could splatter my brains
all over the front hood
of late night traffic
gonna wipe out
and i bet i eat mad shit
hit a couple cars and get my ass kicked
split second choices keepin me alive
i transcend the metaphor of my life
with a laser focus
on the frantic i find i'm simplified
split second choices keepin me alive
i transcend the metaphor of my life
with a laser focus
on the frantic i find i'm simplified
i feel it at the roots
confronted with my rigid fundamentals
cutting through the noise its faint but there
the pulse to survive
somewhere deeper where my self told lies
are wholly disassembled
my body’s aversion to sudden impact betrays
i do not want to die
i feel it at the roots
confronted with my rigid fundamentals
cutting through the noise its faint but there
the pulse to survive
somewhere deeper where my self told lies
are wholly disassembled
my body’s aversion to sudden impact betrays
i do not want to die
i'm out the turn lane
and back on the sidewalk
i'm skating again
but now i got much healthier thoughts
i found some balance
but only in one way
i still eat mad shit
but my dopamine pathways are finally kinda active
so i'm tryna keep my head safe
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7. |
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and i feel
exactly the same
about this place
that i have
for the last ten thousand days
i don't have to elaborate
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
8 minutes from home to work
and i feel exactly the same
bout this place
that i have
for the last ten thousand days
i don't have to elaborate
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8. |
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Hey mom! Send Help!
I'm pretty fuckin mad at myself
That I, never learned to navigate
with the stars in the sky.
Pretty sure that I've been here before,
Then again I'm not really sure.
Who goes out
into the woods alone
with less than half
a charge on their phone
and no clear way
to make it back home
someone who can't read a paper map
they just don't know it yet!
Staring down, the business end,
of a loaded question.
Why does your life lack all sense
of direction?
Its funny how its easier
to believe that I've lost it
Instead of knowing I just
don't know how to use my compass.
hey mom, I'm underneath
the brightest star in the night sky
the one you see when
you look straight up
What do you mean
that's not enough details
to get the search party
to me?
I said that its the one
that you see when you look straight up
its the one next to that cup
or whatever that is
Guess I'm stuck here forever, shit
Staring down, the business end,
of a loaded question.
Why does your life lack all sense
of direction?
Its funny how its easier
to believe that I've lost it
Instead of knowing I just
don't know how to use my compass.
Who goes out
who goes out
What kind of person
goes out, without
a purpose
or a way
or a means
to find their way
home?
I don't know
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9. |
Extension Cord
02:36
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the end
of the rope
is far away
but the distance
is not
infinite
its a
discrete
number of steps
from here
to there
so i'll lace up
my shoes
so i'll lace up
my shoes
and i won't
lock the door
when i leave
and i start walking
and i start walking
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10. |
Save File Missing
05:06
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i'd like to blame
evolution and biology
for the fact that
i forget everything
except the worst of my experiences
what was once good for survival
doesn't help me stay alive at all
applied to social interactions
fuck ups and pitfalls
recollections look
like polygon reflections
from the poorly rendered
8 bit days
and all the good parts
seem to become increasingly hard
to recall i'm worried
that they'll all fade
recollections look
like polygon reflections
from the poorly rendered
8 bit days
and all the good parts
seem to become increasingly hard
to recall i'm worried
that they'll all fade
and when i feel it creepin up
all these existential thoughts
i just push em down
and down and down and down and down and down
i hope this doesn't manifest
as something i can't wrestle with
i push that down
and down and down and down and down and down
i recall
riding with my grandpa
to the homestead of his buddy
that he knew from back in navy
but that's all
a snipet amongst the fog
i can't remember
all of the good times
but they're still in there
somewhere inside
i have to trust that
they're fundamental
they make me who i am
at a basic level
i can't remember
all of the good times
but they're still in there
somewhere inside
i have to trust that
they're fundamental
they make me who i am
at a basic level
i can't remember
all of the good times
but they're still in there
somewhere inside
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