1. |
The Everything
04:27
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There once was a man who was gettin a tan then he saw himself in the mirror and
Ran out the door lookin all orange and he wanted to lay down and scream on the floor
And he wanted to go home and delete everything that was on his phone
But he knew nothin else mattered and he was at home sittin like a standard guy, a normal guy
He wanted to wave bye but he didn't so that people wouldn't do it back
Too afraid of his friends, the box with no end and thats not a place he'll go to again
Until an hour later when he forgets that its
It's under the skin
And he felt as if all the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he felt as if he was in a void so told himself to make no more noise so he made some more so that other people can hear him and shout the everything. He knew about the everything.
There once was a girl who was about to hurl at the greatest party in the world
Lots of guys, not surprised cuz she was pretty easy on the eyes
Never a thought of cash as it came naturally and she had a bachelors degree
But as she reared her head up from the bowl there was an overwhelming list of goals
That filled the room and started to stew, with words like lose the attitude
Nothin is possible when you're lookin at yourself from a first person perspective in a third person obstacle
Your degrees in communications, what can you make of this?
Can't cover a thought with make up as its
Under the skin
And she felt as if everybody was suddenly watching
And she felt as if she wasn't a prize because no one gave her the advice
To not put herself in a hole so she couldn't hear them all shout
The everything. She knew about the everything.
They both knew about the everything and applied it to their lives
His head was big and her problems shall subside
They love Everything
The Everything
There once was a guy who was drivin by and he told me some real good advice
He said watch out asshole
Here comes the everything
He'd do everything
He knew everything
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2. |
Pity
02:34
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At this rate I don't see myself getting old
I don't think so, I don't think so
So the least I can do is turn myself around
Stop laying in this bed and turn this place out
My biggest problem must be the way that I walk
Gotta ask directions before I hit the wall these
People bombard me like I'm a God
They don't care about me though, no, it's just what they want
I breathe in this, must be hell
Dramatized to sell
Him I'll never be, that's a promise I made to myself
No I won't write you off my show
Gotta keep somethings interesting after all you know
But to live with the lies, get into fights and to
You none of it is a surprise
Well then you're the one that's outta fuckin line
I breathe in this, must be hell
Dramatized to sell
Him I'll never be, no, that's a promise I made to myself
This disguise you gave doesn't fit me so well
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3. |
Only One
04:26
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Ya ever look up, at night
See a place you'd rather be
At that time
Anywhere from here, a whole lightyear
Away from the fear of knowing your futures in a box
Then you try your best to claw your way out
List the amount of time your friend would let you sleep on their couch
The fantasy then degrades when you hear the shout
Of a neighbor who spotted your nasty ass diggin the recyclables out
No I won't laugh at the things that I've done
No I won't
I won't laugh at the things that I've done
Well you're, you're the only one
You're, you're the only one yeah
So you moved yourself out into your friend's
And within one week you're already stackin dividends
In a month you're back at your old house ready to make amends
But leave lettin' them all know that they can suck it, they can't do shit
No I won't laugh at the things that I've done
No I won't, no I won't
I won't laugh at the things that I've done
Well you're, you're the only one
You're, you're the only one
And when I'm gone
Just a memory of someone's
I've tried my best to leave it behind
The good part of me, not your poor excuse for a human being
No I won't laugh at the things that I've done
No I won't, no I won't
I won't laugh at the things that I've done
Well You're, you're the only one
You're, you're you're you're the only one
No I was never lost I just didn't know what to do
At the time I was a kid pushin' through
All the bull that piled and you supplied
When I'm takin' that last breath I wanna say that I'm satisfied
I'm satisfied
I hope you're satisfied
Satisfied
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4. |
The Alamo
04:00
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Isn't it lovely how we see the end?
Isn't it lovely that we all pretend that its okay so put on your best face
One foot forward to a better place
With a shadow trailing close behind sayin
As long as you wear a disguise
We can live a healthy life in just three or four steps one
One you can take the bus to the Alamo
And two you could take my arm
Three you could take some Whiskey shots
Just don't you do self harm
And four you could take the door you could take the door you could take the door
Say hello
Not today, we'll tell them all!
Not today because my engine stalled
So take one breath, smell the ampathy
Every single situation will end in catastrophe
Oh, it ain't me
I can smell that too, to the Nth degree so
(Chorus)
But for real
A certain environment
Can really help you
If you're lost, and losin it
Look for the good man and
He will guide you
Except I'm not sure why I'm still here
Today
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5. |
Conversation / Dominoes
07:07
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When there's no doors open, it's 2am
We just stay in the car frozen
We hardly speak a word, longing for a verb
My eyes open
This is why we're lost, hanging the predicate on a cross
Hoping to move on
Looking out the window in pain
The light calling your name
Your phone rang
Notification, accommodation
I fling the door, close it and yell "I'm a like on rotation"
This is why we're mad, binging on the past
And this is why, this is why we're broke
The memes and the jokes sure they're great but you don't even know my name, or who I am
It'd be a hell of a night if I even just had one conversation
And I find it difficult to move on when they sing another song
Of mine, when I tried, I tried my best and I failed
I'd hail
Every taxi I could in a 15 mile radi
On the inter-web, you don't question
The veil on the rain is falling, has fallin'
And you cut open the stomach of the goat so you can survive
That's the way it goes and that's the way we fly
That's the way we move and that's the way we die and
I don't know any other exception but I know my buddy wouldn't take
Me as another goat
Stuff my stomach, rip my skin and bone apart
Bonaparte
He'd move me around and move my space and he'd rearrange my face
My skin, my eyelids, and the orientation of the way my iris moves around
I don't anyone who sees any other sun so I don't question it anymore
Than you already did, than you already did
You already, you already answered your own question
You don't even know, you didn't even know you had asked one
I'm so confused at the parts and the sum of it all
The sum of the summary. In the summer, it's too hot
When I reach for that lock
And I try to move it but I see that the sun has seared it
Around its combination, it's got some letters and an innovation
To spell anything you can
Move it around like it's your past
And you try, try again but it's all dry again
And you know well, it's the time to pass out
But I know it's not ours to pass out
We just faint when we see
Another man freak out
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6. |
Some Other Time
03:50
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The only way to divide a stream is to give a damn
With no one in this world to give you can't break who I am, no control
Forget about all those stupid days
There's no one in this world who can take that away
Go ahead and cut out lots of my veins
Still can't take what's between the walls of my brain
Nobody wants to play your game
Nobody wants to have any fame
Cuz if we did, we'd have no friends
What's all this without fun? Lets face it
Stomachs rumbling and I need somethin fast
But starvin my life away couldn't make me give a crap
So then I get up and grab my reflection
Try to pass the barrier and lose my attention
When I get there I'll have you runnin like the clock
And I'll punch you in the face but still ya won't stop
Nobody wants to play your game
Nobody wants to do anything
Until then we will try and stop our ticks
I forgot there's money under the mattress
By God, we are strong
Evolving technical Neanderthals
24 hours, 24 years, a generation
There's no reset button
The collateral here is ya gotta try
And if ya gotta lose, that's just the way it goes
A running head has got to explode
Not even knowing what happened just one year ago
Please remember this when you're alone
They only give us one chance in this life to do it right, so ya say some other time
Some other time (x9)
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7. |
Suburban Kid
02:26
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Wide eyed and unibrowed
Used to push me around
That's why I learned to carry
Hustlin dice in the hall
Carved initials in the stall
Til our little fingers fell off
I'm a Suburban Kid
We weren't lookin for trouble
But some of it found us
I had this teacher
Told us all to behave
I guess he was projecting
If you got somethin to say, say it now
Don't wait for a news scandle that way we all find out
I'm a Suburban Kid
And I've seen my fair share of shit
It's not where you're from but how you live
How you live it
My neighbor from East LA
Threw a fruit at my house one day
And I didn't even flinch
What does that tell you about this Suburban Kid?
I'm a Suburban Kid
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8. |
In My Head
02:53
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When I saw her in the parking lot that other night
She didn't stop tokin' her cigarette
When I asked her what was up not remembering that we had already met
She walked right up and kissed my neck
In my head (x5)
By next Thursday I was feelin double crossed
My friend shootin excuses up across the block
He said he'd give me my money
When I saw him at the bar my buddy had said
"Hey sorry that I owned ya my man, but here's all your bread"
In my head (x7)
Don't let that slow the climb
One day you'll live in the nice part of Anaheim
At least you're not in jail, right?
Well with the way my brain operates it can feel like I'm doin' time
In my head (x7)
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9. |
Empathy
02:52
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I can't even leave my house without
Turning myself inside out
I hate the way the world looks at me
Some people can live dancin' on the rope
Without havin' their finger on the pulse
That's not how my brain is to be
It's just how we feel
That's just how we live differently
Nail, nail, nail into my empathy
I hate the people who run the show
And even more so the people who go
They all thrive off control
You wouldn't know how to look up
Even if the remote got stuck
Somewhere in between the cushions
That's just how I feel
That's just how we think differently
Nail, nail, nail, nail into my empathy
Nail, nail, nail into my empathy
I can't even leave my house without
Turning myself inside out
I hate the way the world looks at me
Some people will gladly dance on the floor
And not use it as a pillow
Well I just can't hang I guess
That's just how I feel
That's just how we live differently
Nail, nail, nail into my empathy
Nail, nail, nail nail nail into my empathy
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10. |
Identity Crisis
01:29
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You don't know how to play the victim
No more than your own children
Easy to blame if you are the villian
A one track mind never leaves the station
And I bet you lose yours when you're on vacation
And I break, and I bleed
And I think about my seed
Will she be just like me?
There's a possibility that she will play the Nazi
Say one word and it's fire at will
Got them all but can't pay the bill
So sit there on your window sill
Thinkin' if I could just hold you still
I'd paint ya pink and not look back
If one bulb breaks the whole rooms black
And I break, and I bleed
And I think about my seed
Will she be just like me?
There's a possibility that she will play the Nazi
Equals all that amount to her
Ain't ya ever heard of Algebra?
Have fun filling up that 80s bug
Got the facts but can't back it up
Sucks opinions dry like Dracula
And I break, and I bleed
And I think about my seed
Will she be just like me?
There's a possibility that she will play the Nazi
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11. |
Priorities
03:35
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There was a time when I was a child
Not knowing who I was, no denial
Carefree to do what anyone would
Play in the street, skate the neighborhood
Gone are the days of spending a majority of my time without priority
Legally an adult, mentally a kid
Spending most of this wondering where time went
What I'm gonna do next in 6 months
How I'll fix my car after hittin that blunt
It's the cost of mistakes that reaps the reward
Stuck on her words that stab like a sword
Sometimes I close my eyes and I'm ridin' my skateboard
Guess its time to grow up, time to be reborn
But man I miss the days when I didn't take sleeping pills
When my stomach wasn't an avalanche of knots and filth
The time when I was clean, had to read the insert on a CD
Back when I was busy writing a lame ass series
When the backyard was flat as the plains
Kinda gettin sick of the bullshit in this new age
Distraction is dope, got people asking where I been
Watching the news to get that brand new spin
Where's the 91? Drive and you're pinned
I miss the days when the writers weren't such bitches
Not a light in their head, I don't even know where the switch is
Can't get out of this box. no, I am addicted
Sucks to be constantly be feeling useless
Got a family that's broke but not short on riches
Better pretend tonight, or you'll sleep with the fishes
I miss what hit when I was feeling limitless
Can't remember the last time I didn't fly off the hinges
Dammit, I miss this
Then I play my music, get the feeling that I missed
Does feel great to not fire at the hip
Aim, grow up, it's all on you, kid
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12. |
Insanity
02:51
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I know about as much as you do
Why I do what I do
Why do we check our wrists every 5 minutes?
Maybe we're waiting for death
We're all insane
Creating a lottery
When everyone else
Oversees
Other employees
Maybe that's just how it's meant to be
Who else can explain why we
Always sit in the same unassigned seat
I guess we're batons in a society
Focusing on how fast the Earth's spinning
We're all insane
Bothering with artistry
When everyone else
Is buggin' me
To change the meaning
I'd like to think its my authority
But I can't live out on the street
Gotta find that out as a preteen man ya gotta be kiddin me
Maybe that's just how it's meant to be
In a few billion years we'll be crumbling
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13. |
Today
04:34
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Sometimes I catch myself, starin at a mirror
I can't figure, that one of these days
I will know what I want to say
Just what I think about this
Just give me a minute
So much has happened in these 22 years
My lack of words just must be the fear
Of not sayin' everything all at once
Hits you like a hammer, or a disease
Gnawing on your youth and the simplicity
Of a good man's thoughts
It might just be the end of time
So hurry up kid you need to get by
Before you combine that dismay
With the courage to say
I'm gonna change today
But where do I start? When I'm tryin so hard. To stay, afloat with my peers even after all these years I've had to show
Them all, I have changed. But it's just me ain't that amazing. Your fallacies are behind me drifting away
With each calendar year, the pressure grows
No more of this, you gotta go
Yeah but what if its, the only thing I know?
I just need some money and believe me
I will drop everything I'm carrying
If I have to, to move on, with time
The build up of the hospital visits and the dull town
That I grew up in has me thinkin now
That I can't ever be my own man
But that couldn't be farther from the truth
You can take it all in and form somethin new
Its time to pass on that inner child in you
Don't ask just do what you feel is right
At first then ask away how would you know the answer anyway?
For me it can seem so confusing
Curb it all, you're better off doing
You
In the end, its just a point a view
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