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Holiday
01:46
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singin love songs to myself, missing that muggy weather way down south i swear its different than northern summers, the ones i can't escape--
then i turned off forrest gump and left the state
before i did, i met you one morning on a holiday
i spent money like an asshole, got home and complained
said "why the fuck am i doing here?," like IM so fucking great
entering a dead factory town
got back, saw pat, and washed the rust all out until 5 in the morning, 2 nights
then stood in the snow, stared at the clock and left the state
every sunday morning is a memorial holiday
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Frozen Up
02:05
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riding down the hill to watch the smog gather in the sky again
this time i just stay inside the car and with a very different hand
why can't you be content? i'm always frozen up never have an answer to it
up the stairs with the same old colored hair
i move from cackling my toothy smile to wanting to put a piece of metal in my ear
do u shut yourself off like me, and feel a little bit less free when anybody asks you why you think you aren't worth a damn?
i think i know about pyramids, and what lies within irises, but im just another blip on a screen making fun of people everyday for being the same thing
chasin' dollars in america, i keep my mouth shut
all we know is this america, no one wants to think about that
what'll make you be content? im always frozen up never have an answer to it
had a dream where someone cut off my hair
then moved from cackling my toothy smiles to wanting to put a piece of metal in my ear
do u shut yourself off like me, and feel a little bit less free when anybody asks you why you think you arent worth a damn?
well i don't know about pyramids, and what lies within irises, because im just another blip on a screen making fun of people everyday for being the same thing
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All the While
02:17
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machinery picks me up that doesn't belong to me
to get us to pick up the suds that will never get us clean
i still melt in your arms when you feed me
all the things that i wanna hear and that you don't mean
but when that sun picks me up in the gut, the next morning, dehydrated i wonder how i could do this all again, i never want to be where im in walking on two feet or crawling on the floor like a child, all the while
nothin' that i hold in my hand belongs to me
even after you pull off my gloves and finally set my fingers free
i still melt in your arms when you feed me
any form of contact
when that sun picks me up in the gut, the next morning dehydrated i wonder how i could do this all again, i never want to be where im in but, "show a little faith, there's magic in the night,"* child, all the while
she says to me "i cant sleep." i say "i see." she says nothing.
when that sun pops up in the morning, i ain't wakin' up again
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Desperate
03:05
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i watch tony dive in the water and grab his only son
you watch doctors perform my greatest nightmares, things i cant even think about at all
lying on my stomach now, i wish i was in the backyard, sweating out what we thought was the best thing we ever found
sun is coming up right now, i wish i was on the rooftop, sweating out the best thing we ever found
i watch anything, that imitates times when we used to move
he writes nothing of substance, i still think up images, desperate for times when we used to move
its burning through my stomach now, wish i was in the backyard, sweating out what we thought was the best thing we ever found
staring at the ceiling now, i wish i was on the rooftop, sweating out the best things we ever found
if you are perpetually unsatisfied with the puddles you choose to step in--desperate for the taste of different metals on your tongue, then its a sterile case to gaze through or you're trudging through wet asphalt
as the poisons that you take just thicken in your blood
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Doo Wop
02:08
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disappointing everyone around me, and i think i can sell it now
where will you be when you find me?
saying no to save someone or saying no to everyone
and a joke stopped me from throwing up on the train
like throwing up could change anything
sometimes the city makes me sick
but you're in the city you're a part of it
the doo wop plays, and i wish i was so far away
turn off my phone, i wish i didn't have one
eyes are twitching from the stress, and im done with it
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Magnetic Heart
01:50
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everyonebody's saving up some money
so that they can leave
and im not thinking differently, i would love to shut down
alone in a room that mostly belongs to me
not surrounded by crumbling towers that i've came to be
and be reminded of all the choices that were made by me
the winter's colder every year, as if that's scientific
and repetitions stronger than all their pills and strings
and "jobs are holder to hold than glasses"** and that is something that i know because i have sticky fingers and
you got a magnetic heart, thats why youre always ridin' the rails magnetic heart, thats why youre driving on metal wheels on the road magnetic heart, thats why youre stickin' and leavin' stickin' and leavin'
i gotta magnetic heart thats why im always ridin' the rails
gotta magnetic heart thats why im driving on metal wheels on the road i gotta magnetic heart thats why im stickin' to people, leavin' people, and the iron in their blood, magnetic heart
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Every Day
02:19
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i recharge my morals after i destroy myself--like if u got all that u want why are you doing this again what the fuck would you be doing if you didn't have nothin'?
i see the cars go through the tunnel every goddamn day, just like it was in the other one where you need to take a bridge to get out even if it turns your stomach
every single day, you're dodging all the nooses
people walk around in the same damn shoes and
every single day people hold on to their truces, but only if it's easy. stayin is easier than movin' but it ain't always that way
"yeah, why not i guess?"--the new thing that we always say
i got a staple in my stomach every goddamn day
sayin "at least there's this and that," because its easy
life is easy if you're evil and everybody's cryin' now because they think they can pull off living life as if they're evil as long as they constantly try not to give a shit about that
sometimes i get a little evil, because it seems so easy, yeah its so easy
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Pine Lounge
00:47
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at a bar, talking about another bar
we couldn't go to at the time because the last time we were there we were different men and then the owner came up to me and said "do whatever you can not to get locked up"
I thought that in many ways, I felt locked up already
then the owner came up to us and says, "hey pals what's your age? Are you going to answer? It's cool if you're not, I'm not a cop. Keep the faith"
when i talk to my friends that are here on their own, "how's it goin?" they just say that it is--and some lady said that i could get a job in france with plenty of time to do my thing
but i ran outta gas for the 3rd time, filled it up and started driving just to find sunlight and thought i'd rather be anywhere but here, but knew that i'd be outta gas anywhere
still staying up late trying to make some calls, still have all these kids falling into my walls
what did that man say?, maybe i wont escape, "keep the faith"
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Tangled Up
02:05
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strings are gettin' tangled up, i think theyre affecting the strands, same damn buildings in the same damn cities, reflections on the rivers again
helicopters flyin' overhead, but im here on the ground
and theres a man locked up way overseas because he did what they told him was the right thing
people worrying about paper again, traveling to keep up appearances
machines pullin' things out right from under our noses
it's like you had a good night, and your faith was restored in everything and then the next day come to find that all your heroes died of cancer
but when my phone's not crushed, i just fill my cup, and sit and watch as we crash just like waves in the sand
im all tangled up, yeah like henry hill was and maybe given the chance i'd wash their pyramid with my bare hands
im all tangled up, just like karen hill was but maybe given the chance we'll crush their pyramid with our hands
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outta gas Brooklyn, New York
mike-bass
alex-guitar/sing
jarad-drums
members of for serious this time,
giant peach, cattle drums, more ect ect
www.lifeonanislandrecords.org
email: outtagasny@gmail.com
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