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Skull Cap
02:15
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Do you ever feel like blowing out your skull?/ Do you try to fix things that should not be controlled?/ Are you in too deep with things that aren't even real?/ Do you ever question why you're here?/ Are you so caught in the thought of doing things that you never see them through?/ Maybe we could hang outside, give us both somethin' to dü./ Do you know the reasons to all eternity?/ If you have the time, well then please, I'm listening./ Do you struggle to pay off old credit cards?/ Do you ever dream of winning someone's heart?/ Are your own morals flipping sideways every single week or two?/ Well then you know what its like to be me and I think I like you./ Do you ever wish everything would be alright?/ You should be mine cuz so do I.
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In and out of dark, in my hardest of hearts, I'm above them and I will not be pulled down./ Drunken and gone, above and beyond the average mess made of this town./ So when I blame it on one silly thing, or say who I'm really gonna be, I'll feel just like me once again./ Who's to say that I'm similar to anything in particular./ The sudden vanishing of any girlfriend./ I'm so fucking above you./ You're not anyone, intelligence or lack there of./ I'm so fucking amazed with/ my ability to give it up, my reasoning to call it quits again./ In this place where no one sleeps, I try to count the sheep/ I'm out of step with them or so I think./ The struggle is real, my thoughts stay concealed./ I don't know how to feel, am I turning pink?/ Cannibal holocaust, innocence found and innocence lost./ So blame it on whatever you want./ I'm so fucking above you./ You're not anyone, intelligence or lack there of./ I'm so fucking amazed with/ My ability to give it up, my reason to call it quits again, and again, again./ And you have no one to blame but yourself./ And no one to shame but yourself./ Who else to blame but yourself,/ when it's so much easier to be someone else./ I'm so fucking above you./ You're not anyone, intelligence or lack there of./ I'm so fucking amazed with/ my ability to give it up, my reasoning to call it quits again, and again and again.
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On the day this jacket fits me/ will be the day that I don't think about weed./ On the day we leave this place/ will be the day that they don't do cocaine./ Why do I get the feeling I stopped growing./ And why do I get the feeling we're not going./ And how can we be political/ when we're all strung out on alcohol./ And how do we make any difference/ when we hate our own damn existence./ Why do I get the feeling we're just a product/ of the very thing we despise, the social construct./ My buddy says he's socially stressed out./ I say "hey man, what you talkin' about?/ You've got Tanner, you've got me and spence,/ who could ask for better friends?"/ Why do I get the feeling he won't listen./ He's passing out high in someone else's kitchen./ We're fucking up our adolescence,/ and we blame it on each others parents. Every moment is carefully painted/ by some reject who is fucking faded. Why do I get the feeling we'll never amount./ Why do I get the feeling we won't make it out.
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Coolest Kid In School
02:08
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Don't believe everything you hear, every word is a different thought./ Don't believe everything you see, everything is something you are not./ Its okay to feel left out, and its okay to not be cool./ Not everyone is cut out to be the coolest kid in school./ Its okay to have self doubt, and its okay to stay at home./ It's not okay to be afraid of the things that shouldn't be your own./ Pick a side, and choose it wise, everyone has their flaws./ They'll come at you from every side with pointy crooked teeth, and razor sharp claws./ An influence is ten years from now, who are your friends going to be?/ When all your friends drag you down be the enemy./ But everybody wants to be someone./ Maybe someone ain't the right thing to be./ When everybody else is someone, maybe its better to be nothing.
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King Of Summer
02:55
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I can't find many ways to sleep without zoning in and out of the TV. "The world will be mine" said Stewie, now I feel like I'm part of the family. So why don't I rule the world? I'll never rule the world. My friends and habits have me acting weird. It feels like magic as I dissapear. The truth is that I'm scared I do not belong here, I'm making all the wrong moves like Lindsay Weir. Sitting at home, maybe I'm lying in bed with all these books that I haven't read. I go on the internet instead, I will never get around to it. I'll never rule the world, let alone my room. I feel like I'm in the poltergeist, locked up to the screen tonight. But baby it'll be just fine, maybe I should go outside. I haven't done anything for multiple days. I should relax, play a video game. Even then, it doesn't get me and shape, I just want to move on out of this place. Sitting half naked nothing on my mind, watching Way Way Back for the twentieth time. Sam Rockwell, he's a hell of a guy, I need someone like him in my life./ Get me moving in this town that I hate, with all these people that I cannot relate. They're packing up, they're going away. Thank you for everything. I'll never rule the world, well maybe I did.
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Smile, You're On Camera!
03:07
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Smile, you're on camera. This is how they will remember ya. A wall every foot step, stuck in the corner. Everyday feels like you're taking orders. Meanwhile, they're taking bets. You won't forget the nights you won't forget. If stupid is as stupid does, I guess I do things just because. For every house that isn't yours, you're gonna wake up on the floor. For every house that isn't home, you're gonna feel all alone. Wake up, where you are ain't clear. If you had any friends here they disappeared. A constant bad headache, stuck in the ruts. Everyday feels like a punch in the gut. And you've got a gut feeling there is something inside you that they are stealing. You don't know where to turn but you're minding your options. Every direction says proceed with caution. For every house that isn't yours, you're gonna wake up on the floor. For every house that isn't home, you're gonna feel all alone. For every house that isn't yours, you're gonna get fucking bored. For every house you're at again, you're gonna wish you'd stayed in bed.
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Fake Problems
03:42
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I'm boxing up things that I never use
I'm gonna bring em back to life in a month when I finally move.
I'm focused on things I don't care about
Finding when and where its appropriate for me to open my mouth
I'm getting better, I'm getting better all of the time
It ain't forever so I'm looking towards the rest of my life
Hours watching the ceiling fixture
Another couple minutes picking at those bass string blisters
Say whatever, but whatever doesn't get you through
Get it together or something is gonna tether you
And all my friends are doing fine
Most of my family is doing fine
It seems like everybody is doing fine
So tell me, why ain't I?
Everyday I'm in the same place, drinking burnt coffee and planning escape.
And all the while I'm doing nothing, sitting still mumbling about what I've gotta do today.
Leaving this home, we'll let it rot
Thinking sooner or later everything we'll become covered in moss
Until then, we're extending our welcome
Knowing eventually there is hell to come
It freezes over, everything is getting so delayed
It seems the wait is getting longer every minute we stay
But all my friends have got it made
Or at least it seems that way
But who am I to complain?
I've got my stuff why should I not stay?
Everyday I'm in the same place, drinking burnt coffee and planning escape.
And all the while I'm doing nothing, sitting still mumbling about what I've gotta do today.
Everyday I'm in the same place, and none of it ever seems to go away.
As if sitting still patiently is gonna change anything, I just wanna go away.
I don't know where to go,
I've got two more weeks then its off to who knows
And everyone keeps saying that I've got fake problems
I keep on saying that I'll figure it out
I think I'll get it but I don't know how
If I'm still alive then I guess I haven't hit rock bottom.
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I don't want to get the time
to write a couple stupid lines,
but everybody's getting high,
and everybody's with someone.
And I don't want to be bored,
and I try to formulate it more,
but every single chord
expresses the same emotion.
If I'm tired of the things I like and won't do the things that I hate,
where could I possibly relate?
I'm so stuck in a ditch
Of not knowing which is which.
And what's the better pick?
And how would I decide?
I only do my worst,
no matter how I rehearse.
And every single verse
is scrapped and left behind.
If I'm tired of the things I like and won't do the things that I hate,
where could I possibly relate?
If I'm leaving right on time but always arriving late,
maybe I should learn to navigate.
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9. |
I Wanna Steal Your Girl
01:54
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I wanna steal your girl
because I wanna steal her heart,
and say shit that makes her happy.
I wanna steal your girl.
I wanna ride my bike
through the middle of the night,
and think of her the fucking whole time.
I wanna steal your girl.
But I don't know
just what she thinks of me.
And what would she see in me
if she knew I wanna steal her?
And I don't know
just what you'd say to me.
That I'm so full of jealousy,
or that I'm such a dreamer.
I don't know
just how I would tell her this.
She'd say that I'm full of shit,
and to get out of her world.
All I know
Is that she melts my heart to butter,
and that I fucking love her.
I wanna steal your girl.
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Iron Chick
04:25
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Captivated,
over contemplated,
excessively frustrated.
I can't articulate it.
I nailed down the coffin,
avoiding my options.
Am I a reject?
A head filled with nonsense and incomplete projects?
And now I'm holding on
to certain things I've always lacked.
And now I'm holding back.
I'm terrified of what is next.
Everything looks just like death.
I'm tired of the things I want to do.
It feels like each new obsession
leads to more and more questions
about why I'm not sitting there with you.
Internalized,
Swallowing pride.
As I widen my eyes,
more and more people are picking their sides,
Invisible tension,
losing direction.
To my recollection,
there was a time I had no preconceptions.
And now I'm forming thoughts.
And now I'm forming thoughts.
If I had known it'd be this complex,
I'da never taken a rain check.
I woulda spent the last few years with you.
I'm terrified of what is next.
Everything looks just like death.
I'm tired of the things I wanna do.
If anything made a difference
during its own existence,
I woulda spent the last few years with you.
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11. |
Andrew Jackson Gallahan
03:42
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I'm killing things that don't exist
My social skills all fade to mist
The bourbon hits the stomach,
I don't think that I love it.
I don't know the girl that I just kissed.
The radio is playing electro beats,
as I sink into my earbuds and hear defeat.
This party is such a bummer,
and I just now start to wonder
All the other places I could be.
What am I doing in a basement on the floor?
I could be in a basement playing three rock chords.
I fear I'm not having fun with this game of truth or dare.
Someone tell me where am I, singing where, oh, where?
All the other boys are here to score,
I'm just here cuz I was bored.
The shit all hits the fan,
It never goes as planned.
One foot on both sides of the door.
And if I get myself all drunk enough
I still won't be able to fall in love.
I'll just be mad at myself,
and hate everyone else.
That'll only make me want it more.
What's the point in trying to stay awake?
I just want to stay away
from this place. I can't pretend I enjoyed tonight,
but I'll still come back and do it every single fucking time.
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Soldier In A Box Eugene, Oregon
Soldier in a Box is the solo material of gavin sauls, a college student from Eugene, Oregon.
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