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slow dance I
03:16
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You’re not the only one who’s angry
Me, well I’m thinking about moving away
Because I’m just too scared to stay
I know you’re scared you’re going insane
I still believe you’ll never break
There is more than fear
There is more than pain
There is more than fear
That keeps us together
He looks like you but he’s not
He sits in your spot
And copies your style
But he’s just not as hot
And he’s staying in the bandroom
For a while
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2. |
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I like to edit the lyrics
So if you ever ask to hear em
I won’t have to show these
Complicated loving messes
Your parents keep asking
Why you’ll never go to church
Hard to explain that it can’t work
Don’t wanna keep going while you’re in hell
You’re a danger to yourself well,
(and to all your friends)
But you’re not going to live in health well
And you’re living in a man-made hell
You’re a danger to yourself well,
I hate to say it was love at first sight
That wouldn’t be so excellent
I’d hate to tell you the other night
You fuckin’ hate pedestrians
And we’ll see the front lines
And we’ll always have a good time
And we can always keep it in line
And we can always keep you safe, right?
I like to think what I’m doing
While thinking what you’re doing
Why do you hate pedestrians?
And although you may be crying
I hope you keep living
Even in sin well,
Living in health well
You’re a danger to us all well,
Mother Mother is your favorite band now
Glad I recommended them
I hate to say it was love at first sight
That wouldn’t be so excellent
I’d hate to tell you the other night
You fuckin’ hate pedestrians
And we’ll see the front lines
And we’ll always have a good time
And we can always keep it in line
And we can always keep you safe, right?
I try to make everything perfect
Your teeth are very white
The skin on your arms
Is constantly changing
The skin on your arms
Has taken time to be taken
The notes on your hands
“Groceries by 11”
I never learned what they meant
“Groceries by 11”
I never learned what that meant
I swear to god
This isn’t about who you think
7 times two
7 times two
I hate to say it was love at first sight
That wouldn’t be so excellent
I’d hate to tell you the other night
You fuckin’ hate pedestrians
And we’ll see the front lines
And we’ll always have a good time
And we can always keep it in life
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3. |
red, yellow and blue
06:11
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Wiping our eyes of sleep
Drinking piping hot coffee
We keep it to ourselves
On summery days
In New Hampshire ways
You, smoking away
Me declining for the day
Jesus, nature is such a dull
Exciting place
Now you’re hiding out in your parents house
I wonder why you never come around
By convincing you to keep me awake
I want you to know, i want you to know,
I want you to know, to know I am asleep
I hope you’re asleep
Art shouldn’t end up as labor
So maybe stop being a bassist
At least for a while
Just to make yourself whole again
You put me on a pedestal, I’ve only disappointed you
You tell me I’m excellent, I’ve only exploited you
I love you, I hate you, it just depends on if you’re healthy
And if I’m on my meds, I guess
We got so drunk
I have no idea how I even got there
I hated seeing you crying
I still do
I don’t know why
It’s not like
It should affect me at all,
I put you on a pedestal
And you still don’t dissapoint
Hey, Jen why don’t you cut the shit
And tell us who you’re fighting for
Hey Jen, why don’t you cut it out
And tell us who you’re writing for
What’re you writing about?
What’s all this drinking stuff referencing?
Ooh, these are g-good lyrics
I should charge a dollar per argument
This time around everything will go alright
This time around we won’t fight
This time around, I won’t disappoint you
This time around, I won’t play a show with you
Because I was terrible
You try to give me comfort
And a drink, which I should have rejected
Your fingers are attached to the strings
And pull them down with a ring
Around your finger, marked black
Remarkable talent
Involved
To bend a bass string
I don’t know how you got that good
When I’ve been playing guitar for four years
And don’t know the names of chords
I woke up at 3 in the morning
With notes in your smudged handwriting
I couldn’t make it out
Your fingers probably still have bruises on the end
From having to play song 3 that many times
The only show I’ve ever played
Not worth it at all
To pass out in your bed
Hey, Jen why don’t you cut the shit
And tell us who you’re fighting for
Hey Jen, why don’t you cut it out
And tell us who you’re writing for
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4. |
hangout weekend
03:17
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Oh god, I feel just how I used to feel
Sitting on the floor, just about to leave
I never wanna make it big
I don’t I couldn’t anyway
Oh my god I feel just like I was
when I was six years old
And when I thought I was so damn old
I didn’t really feel anything
I think, maybe…
I’m starting to love myself again
I’m just what I need to be
To be the real version, myself
The version that you oughta see
I, I think I’ve found your secret eye
How does it work
That we were stuck together
I don’t want to end up a suicidal wreck
Like the people I know who are
Suicidal wrecks
I don’t wanna name your name because
you helped, on bass
I think you already know
I think, maybe…
I’m starting to love myself again
I’m just where I need to be
To be the real version, myself
The version that you oughta see
Oh, oh I, I think I’ve found your secret eye
I’ve just realized I don’t wanna hide
What I’m hearing
Every Single Day
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5. |
rain / powderfinger
08:17
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And you look good
In the rain
And you looked fun
September days
And you looked good
Can you take off the cap?
And you looked fun
You’re so friendly
I won’t ask for any favors
I don’t wanna barge in
I will never force this onto you
All summer in a night
Your whole life in a knife
My summer of sleeping on couches
Passed out from shitty shows
Is back to the forefront of my mind
And it makes me uncomfortable
All summer in a night
Your whole life in a knife
Your whole life of pain
And anger
And unhealthy ways of coping
Are trapped inside a boxcutter
I will never stay around for a long time unless you want me to
I will never stay around for a short time unless you want me to
I will never write another song about you unless you want me to
Your teenage hands will never collide with mine
Your teenage face will never face mine
Your wonderful laugh is not something I will ever hear again
I am loved… by you
Oh, be forgiving, boy
It’s an unforgiving world
Oh, you got to be forgiving in a world like this
Don’t go
You know shit’s about to go down with a hurt like this
Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river,
With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John
'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun,
And it's making big waves
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6. |
i used to
04:28
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And just then, something happened
I swear you can’t sing
As far as I’m aware
I can’t sing
As you are well aware
It’s no surprise you turned out this way
When they forced you to grow out your hair
And then sent you away
At least, the time you escaped you
Told
And held my hand
It should’ve felt good
It should’ve felt good
But when you started talking again
All I heard was the words
“Hey, hi hello” on repeat the whole time
My hands are shaky,
My knees are weak
My throat is dry
Oh no,
I can’t walk on my own two feet
Is this what it’s like
Because damn, I don’t think I like it
I’ll take a hit from a homemade pen
I did it wrong
I’m best at smoking with bongs
I have trouble breathing
You’re not so far gone
So just keep heading up
And if you need to feel something
List it for free
And get paid if the item sells
I know I’m just going to let you down
It makes me feel guilty
You’re not even mine to consider
I don’t know why it hurts so much
But every time we talk
I feel like i’m going to let you down
And at the end of the day
There’ll be nothing left to say
No love at last
Just an embrace
Or a face to face
And saying goodbye
And goodnight
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7. |
arrow
05:09
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Didn’t work out that well,
As the skate park (state park)
Because hangouts seem to
Calm me down
So severely
But
God, anxiety’s a bitch
And goddamn
But don’t think it’ll always
Be like this
Taking time to make shit with their fists
Because
Oh, I’m offering you
A chance to get even
And I know that there is such a certainty
That all of this will end
And it will have no bearing on anything
Despite the bruises on my shins
Because babe,
I’m offering you
A chance to get even
And even though, oh, oh
You say no I know what you’re thinking
And oh, oh, oh, I believe in waiting out the weather and
Dad told me Jesus died for somebody’s sins
But I didn’t do anything wrong
[indistinguishable]
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8. |
hangout deadlines
05:25
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It’s sinkin’ in
I’ll chase it out
I chase the clouds
And face the wind
And feel it on my bare skin
And sit in all day
On a mattress cozied up
Because, fuck
What am I
Gonna do
Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do
Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do then?
It’s hatin’ me
I want my half
Fulfilled
I want to be someone else
I want to be three thousand years old
I want to wear my real clothes
Skateboarding down the sidewalk of a lonely neighborhood
Playing Atari with our next door neighbor
Eating too many chips, smoking too many cigarettes and not caring.
Walking while not talking to each other but it isn't awkward.
Walking through crushed soda cans
You’re wearing your plain white tee stained with dirt.
Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do
Because soon we will be ours too
And what the fuck are we gonna do then?
trespassing through fence gates as the sun sets
empty playgrounds with hot metal bars and cigarette butts on the gravel ground
lying down on benches near the beach, taking a nap after school hours,
the light pours through your room, on to your messy sheets, on to you, who laid in bed all day
riding an old rusty bike through the town after midnight to empty diners
little flowers growing on the crack of the sidewalk
the feeling of calmness but lingering loneliness
eyes dried with tears
sitting on the middle of the sidewalk, counting the people passing
I saw a horse and it saw me…
(the skate park)
(dream dies in the back of the party)
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9. |
slow dance II
03:32
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I don’t mean to frighten you
Hipbone connected to your heart
Sorry, I’m on no sleep
Sorry, It’s so far from over
Hey my name,
Why didn’t i ask you over
When you said you would
At 3 AM when
We made a thing
That all these tracks
Were made of
And my transition
From boy to girl
Hasn’t gone well
My voice is still overly masculine
Let’s be honest,
We can go anywhere you like
You know I’ve got the money
You know It’d be fine, honey
I don’t mean to frighten you
Hipbone connected to your heart
Sorry, I’m on no sleep
Sorry, It’s so far from over
Well we get told
To never get old
But the way it unfolds
(he looks like you but he’s not)
We’re two little kids
Stoned out of our minds
Stuck in our beds
(he looks like you but he’s not)
Stuck in our minds
I offered you
A chance to get even
(he looks like you but he’s not)
I respect it
And what happened to you?
(they’re not drinking
They’re not smoking
Those two
They’re just having fun)
What happened to you?
(they’re not sleeping
They’re not fucking
Those two
They’re just having fun)
What happened to you?
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