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Nightly Garbage Run
03:30
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I’ll take the trash out when I’m good and ready
Don’t ask me too soon I am steady on my bullshit again
Sitting here with no friends
I save myself with each choice
Nothing sounds like each lonesome voice
That crawls through the screen
And inches from me
It remains to be seen
If we’ll rejoice
I am the master at not feeling nothing
So when the ending comes down crashing head on into my world
The negative is doubled
I kill myself with each choice
Nothing drowns out each lonesome voice
That crawls through the screen
And inches from me
It remains to be seen
If we’ll rejoice
oh rejoice
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Been thinking about death too much
Like every day
Will it happen in a car or on a plane?
Or maybe my heart just stops
Just up and quits
Sick and tired of the abuse I did to it
I’m looking for a way out
Some kind of distraction
Always something happening
Never let me think too long
Or I’ll go insane
Give me weed or serotonin
TV screens replay
Endless loops of shit I binge watch
Killing time till time stops
Someones got my number
It’s already too late
So I’ll drink until the pains gone
Yeah, it’s pain that I cause
Everything is my fault
Everything is my fault
Everything is all my fault
Been thinking about death too much
Been thinking about death too much
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3. |
I Am
02:19
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When I turn out the lights
will I see a ghost
with features defined
and solid form?
Will I blink first and watch him disappear?
When I blink for the last time, was I ever really here?
I am
When I wake up at night
am I still asleep?
Is this my real life
or is it just a dream?
I pinch myself and search for glowing screens
where instead of ticking digits the message now repeats
Repeats
Repeats
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4. |
Spleen
01:35
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I am the spleen that you don’t need
Cut me out and see
That you’re still functioning
I am the spleen
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5. |
TV Dinner
03:44
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Lying on the asphalt
Flat on my face
A stranger who passes
Says, “Are you ok?
Son, you’re hardly moving,
why don’t you just take my hand?”
I reply rudely
That I like it fine right where I am
But I think you don’t know
I think you don’t know
That I’m eating TV dinners alone
Can’t seem to get off my phone
And get some sleep
I’m thinking all that glitters is gold
Except me, I’m tired and old
I am in need
I am the ironwork rot in the gate
Need an emergency exit or fire escape
Don’t act like you knew me
Even I don’t know who I am
They all see right through me
Don’t wanna start this thought loop again
But I think you don’t know
I think you don’t know
That I’m eating TV dinners alone
Can’t seem to get off my phone
And get some sleep
I’m thinking all that glitters is gold
Except me I’m tired and old
I am in need
From trying to breathe
and waking up before alarms with sweaty palms
Tied to a dream
of places I have been before, but can’t recall
Feverishly
Accept the past, your future is an atom bomb
strapped to your feet
As for me
I’m eating TV dinners alone
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6. |
The Hermit
02:13
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The hermit sits perched on his cliff
looking down at the world below
Has he made up his mind about humankind?
As for me, I do not know
Things look alright if you squint real tight
At least here from the couch
But I don’t recognize the world outside
Please don’t make me leave the house
Noah get the boat and follow me
The coming flood’s not water this time
God sent gasoline
Drown two of everything you see
Noah get the boat and follow me
The hermit shakes himself awake
from a dream he can’t recall
Filled with all of the love and all the violence
Twinkle twinkle, little star
wonder what the hell you are?
When i’m up above the world so high
with Lucy and her diamonds, lost in the sky
Noah get the boat and follow me
The coming flood’s not water this time
God sent gasoline
Set fire to everything you see
Noah get the boat and follow me
Yeah, Noah get the boat and follow me
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Hollywood Forever Cemetery
That’s where all stars get buried
Not everyone alive could be so lucky
When the music finally stops
One ear to the ground
Can you hear the laughter?
Singing in the smoke as it fills the rafters
Traced back to the fire where it started backwards
So we laid out on the lawn
But they shut down the crematory
After they burned Mama Bass
All the bricks were cracked and crumbling
As they fell into the ash
And the owners could have fixed it
But they took off with all the cash
I’d do the same thing
I’d do the same thing
Hollywood Forever Cemetery
Couldn’t tell you why, but I feel weary
Maybe it’s this endless search for meaning
That I didn’t ask to join
Sign away your soul for a bit of money
Spend it all on drugs to be less lonely
Big expensive house, but you still feel empty
As you try and fill the void
But we could make a modern marvel
If you’d just walk down the street
Where the lots are filled with actors
Waiting to live their dreams
And the writers tell their stories
But they don’t want to be seen
I feel the same thing
I feel the same thing
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8. |
Fountain of Youth
02:16
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Don’t answer the telephone
Watch TV and drink alone
I am woe and woe is me
Glutton for your sympathy
Wasted sipping gin and juice
Fountain of eternal youth
Flashing forward
See myself in 30 years
Haven’t changed in 30 years
Tell me what is 30 more?
In 30 years I’ll close the door
On ever growing up at all
Peter Pan until I start
Falling forward
Cover me in pixie dust
Man I need a pick-me-up
Hit of weed or hair of dog
Anything but sober thoughts
Thoughts like, “what’s the point at all?’
Every day I learn to walk
Backward, forward
Olly Olly Oxen Free
No more playing Hide and Seek
I just wanna go inside
Lay back down and close my eyes
In my head I’m counting sheep
They’re numbered to infinity
Bleating four words
From their mouths,
“It’s All Right On”
Bury me at Forrest Lawn
Or if I make it HFC
They’ll probably make a star for me
A spot on In Memoriam
Or pay someone a million bucks
To write my foreword
Damn my dark and dingy soul
Been that way since I was born
Friends of mine were full of light
Up until the day they died
Hey but that’s just life I guess
Here one day and gone the next
I hope no one remembers me
I hope no one remembers me
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9. |
Crystal
03:56
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A funeral march for when we were young
and our dreams were as tall as buildings
We went on a hunch, made our way to the front
where we were the loudest cheering
Can’t fight the clock
Rewind the day
The second hand
The tape delay
Progression built
Electric cars
While filling graves
And DVRs
I wanna be a kid again
playing Crystal Version in my bed
blanket draped over my head
and the world on pause
Look inside your crystal ball
can you see anything at all?
The future or a curtain call
with no crowd’s applause?
We pulled out our thorns
We listened for the horns
Maybe we were born to suffer
And the fruit that we ate
Man that tasted great
And we all want a little power
A lock of hair
We traded spit
Told you my love
Was counterfeit
You didn’t mind
You took me in
Licked all my wounds
Confederate
Still I wanna be a kid again
playing Crystal Version in my bed
blanket draped over my head
and the Worm Light on
Instead of just repeating days
liquid crystal on display
beam it straight into my brain
till it’s all right on
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