1. |
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I want to go skating
in the sun.
I want to go skating
for fun
but I know what's going to happen.
I'm going to fall and break something
'cuz I'm too old for skating
and too fat for fun.
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2. |
A Jambuka Kumbaya
01:56
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I am a jackal
standing naked on one leg
consuming shit.
I never sit down.
I never go to sleep.
I'm breathing the air in deep.
I refuse your offerings.
I refuse your ways.
Sgnireffo ruoy esufer I.
Syaw ruoy esufer I.
I am a jackal
standing naked on one leg
consuming shit.
I never sit down.
I never go to sleep.
I'm breathing in the air.
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3. |
AA
01:45
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This was once such a nice place to live.
Now it's just a nice place to die young in.
This was once such a nice life we had.
Now it's just a nice life we hate.
This was once such a nice place to live to die.
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4. |
Abrasive
02:21
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People have told me that I'm an abrasive person.
That I have an abrasive personality.
People have told me, and they can be quite persuasive,
that I'm not only abrasive I'm also abstract.
Well, what's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
People have told me that I'm an abrasive person.
That I have an abrasive personality.
People have told me that, and they can be quite persuasive,
that I'm not only too abrasive I'm also too abstract.
Well, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
I'm not down with that.
What's up with that?
What's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What's up with that?
I'm abrasive.
Abrasive.
I guess I'm abrasive.
Oh well.
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5. |
An Instrumental
03:12
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6. |
Aproposeur
03:30
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Life is like high school
and I'm skipping class
'cuz livin' ain't easy
when your head's up your ass.
The students are boring,
all the stories they tell.
This ain't no school hall.
This is Hell.
Your teacher's are lying
'cuz they don't really know
the questions you're asking.
It's all just for show.
It's all just a game, man,
and ain't shame, man. I know, but
you don't gotta play.
You can just say "no".
There's no way out
once you're in.
Don't let them win.
Don't let them win
again.
There's no way out.
Oh shit.
Life is like high school
and I'm skipping class
'cuz livin' ain't easy
when your head's up your ass.
Yeah, it's all just a game, man,
and ain't it a shame, man? I know, but
you don't gotta stay.
You can just go home.
There's no way out.
No shit.
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7. |
Bands Are Dumb
02:04
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Jason had his drums
set up in the basement.
Alex had his bass.
It was a replacement.
They tried to write a jam.
Something in 5/7.
They were trying to start a band
with their best friend Kevin.
Bands are dumb.
They called themselves Loafy
after a piece of toast.
They laughed about it ironically.
Kevin laughed the most.
They tried to write some songs
so they could play some shows
where they'll invite all their friends
but nobody will go.
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8. |
Bawdy Boy
02:04
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I got up late out of bed.
I got a song in my head.
So what.
It doesn't make any sense.
I want to get up and dance.
So what.
I'm tired of moving around
to the sounds that I've heard before.
I'm wired and need a release.
I gotta go and feed this beast.
I'm a bawdy boy.
I'm going to borrow all your toys.
I'm a bawdy boy.
I'm going to borrow all your toys.
I'm a bawdy boy.
I'm going to borrow all your toys.
I'm a bawdy boy.
I'm going to use them to make noise.
I got a story to tell
but I won't tell it so well.
So what.
It's 'bout Adam leaving
Eve for someone named Steven.
So what.
You get so bent out of shape
that you become something you're not.
It doesn't make any sense
but you get up and dance anyway.
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9. |
Boh
02:34
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I don't know.
I don't care.
Whatever.
Boh.
Boh?
Boh.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Boh.
I like it weird, man.
I like it dumb.
Fuck up the mind.
Fuck up the brain.
This is ludicrous.
Pure hypocrisy I say.
Boh.
Boh.
Boh.
I don't know.
I don't care.
Whatever.
Boh.
I like it weird, man.
I like it dumb.
I like it raw.
I suck my thumb.
Come on.
Fuck up the mind.
Fuck up the brain.
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10. |
Bygoner
03:09
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Never one to kiss and tell.
Always changing every lock inside your cell.
Hit the bottle. Win a prize.
Playing shadows on the walls in your disguise.
You kept on looking at yourself
in a mirror that belongs to someone else.
You're leaving us beside ourselves, buddy.
Goodbye, Bygone.
You're gone.
You're gone for good.
So long.
Our hearts, they break for you.
Our unspoken fears come true.
We're all guilty of the crime
of wasting time until the day
when we can't wait to hear the truth
of all the words you wouldn't say
but now it's too late to know why you had to die.
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11. |
California Peach
02:08
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|
It hurts to breathe sometimes
knowing you share the air with me.
I'm done compromising.
I don't care if you can't understand that.
I'm free.
No more lies to tell myself.
No more truths to hide.
It hurts to think sometimes
knowing you thought the things you do
but I don't sympathize anymore.
I'm feeling California every day.
I'll see you on the other side.
I'll see you at the beach.
I'm done pretending I'm New York.
I'm a California Peach.
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12. |
Compromise
01:52
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It's a lesson learned.
You won't get your turn.
You don't get to complain.
You're a human being.
We were promised compromise.
You'll do as they say
and they'll get away with it
'cuz they know something you don't:
Revolution's not remote control.
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13. |
Fashism
02:19
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I tuck in my shirt.
I do up my hair.
My pants match my shoes.
My tie's too tight.
My hat is alright.
I tip it ever so slightly.
I'd tip it to you
but you
are not
here.
Fashion police,
take me away.
I'm guilty.
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14. |
Gaps
02:41
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You come to me
like a broken toy in misery
begging me to fix you
but I can't fix
what I think is perfect.
I can't fix
what's not really broken.
We fill gaps.
We see ourselves in constant
need of repair but I don't care
that our parts don't work.
I only care
that we can fall apart together.
And if we're falling apart then let's all fall apart.
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15. |
Gnomon's Shadows
02:58
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I think the government is coming after me
and I thought somebody should know.
If I go missing someday you will hopefully
see it's more than conspiracy.
Gnomon, don't you
get to me.
Gnomon, won't you
let me be.
There's someone hiding in the bushes, in the trees.
I hear them breathing quietly.
I wonder if they're listening, talking to themselves.
I wonder if they're recording.
Act alone.
Die alone.
Act alone.
Control.
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16. |
God's A Punk
01:49
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I found God
in a church
where the kids
jerked around.
Safety pins
in her cross.
Halo bleached.
Preaching Crass.
I found God
in a club
dancing to
Dub Reggae.
Dress was torn.
No shoes on.
Eyes were closed.
God's a punk.
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17. |
If He Dies, He Dies
01:46
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No, maybe I can't win.
Maybe the only thing I can do
is just take everything he's got.
But to beat me,
he's going to have to kill me.
And to kill me, he's gonna have to have the heart
to stand in front of me.
And to do that, he's got to be willing to die himself.
I don't know if he's ready to do that. I don't know.
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18. |
Jalipaz
04:15
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|
Stand by your friends.
They're more than just a face in front of you.
Standby, my friends.
I understand it takes some time to get through.
Abandon your plans.
There's nothing's so important in the end.
If shit's out of hand
find a place amongst the ones you love.
That's enough.
Everyone above me sees me as a I am
every day I feel unseen.
Everywhere I look I see them staring back,
staring back,
back at me.
I talked to God inside a photograph
and it made me laugh,
and it made me cry.
I talked to God inside a photograph
and it made me crack
a joke and smile.
I talked to God inside a photograph
and it made me sad,
and it made me violent.
I talked to God inside a photograph
and then I died.
It's confusing when
his audio's denied
and confusion wins
the hearts of those who tried
to confuse us all
by calling us by name
then confessing to
the demons that we blame.
Stand by your friends.
They're more than just a face in front of you.
Standby, my friends.
I understand it takes some time to get through.
Abandon your plans.
There's nothing's so important in the end
and when shit's out of hand
find a place amongst the ones you love.
Hope that's enough.
Everyone above me sees me as a I am
every day I feel unseen.
Everywhere I look I see them staring back,
back at me,
back at me.
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19. |
Javelinaz
02:12
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I'm a teenage death machine.
I got a pocket full of pistol and a magazine.
I eat Hot Tamales. Drink soda pops
mixed with Mad Dog 20's that I stole from the shop.
I hop cheap drugs and skate the bends.
Make friends with "Javelinaz" that'll end up dead.
My head's on fire. My soul's petrol.
Ya, I'm out of control. Oh, I'm out of control.
I was a red light runner.
Now I'm a sinner no more.
I'm a sinner no more.
I'm a sinner.
I drop bad acid for a good time.
I chop Karate at a party like committing a crime.
I'm high driving fast in my desert prime
bumping Stooges in my Subaru. Nickel and dimed.
I might go bowling or smoke a bowl.
I'm not out of control. No, I'm not out of control.
I go where I want when I want
but I caught myself before I was the lesson I taught.
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20. |
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Life's a fight you that can't win
even when you want to
but if you can take it on the chin
you can get up again.
That's motivation.
It'll beat you down.
It'll rough you up.
It'll try to defeat you
if you let it.
Don't sweat it.
So go the distance.
Take the hits.
Time's undefeated.
Go the distance.
Take the hits.
Time's undefeated.
Make the best of it.
That's motivation.
Life's a fight you that you can win
if you want to.
If you can take it on the chin
you can do anything.
It'll beat you down.
It'll rough you up.
It'll try to defeat you
if you let it.
Don't let it.
That's motivation.
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21. |
Modern Kultur
02:25
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|
No rest for the wicked.
No sleep for the dead.
No time to be nekked.
No thoughts in my head.
No fun for a funeral.
No future for friends.
No escape from the consequences.
No escape from the end.
Fuck your modern kulture.
No sex on Sunday.
No style. No class.
No values. No morals.
No future. No past.
No ancient translations.
No modern regard.
No apology is necessary.
No thank you.
Fuck your modern kulture.
Fuck you.
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22. |
Mono No Aware No More
03:12
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I have all but been defeated
as I lay dying on this bed of nails
and each dark and waking hour
is starting to get to my head.
I am curled up in a ball of anguish.
I feel small and useless against everything.
I hear voices calling out to me.
They say, "Come. Join us in the hall of your ancestors."
I have all but been forgotten
in the memories of friends
from the cold streets of Manhattan
to these low Sonoran desert ends.
I am tired of living in this invisible world
of my inevitable death.
Every breath I take burns my mouth
with the fires of my own mortality.
Mono no aware no more.
Mono no aware.
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23. |
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You grow up and get married
and have a couple kids
but the city is too crowded.
You don't fit in your apartment.
So you pack up your belongings
and you move "somewhere else".
You need a little more space.
Oh, it's so roomy here in Hell.
Now you wake up every morning
with a shit look on your face.
You miss the big city.
What a pity. What a waste.
But you try to be happy
by drinking whiskey every day.
And your backyard looks so lovely
when your shit-faced.
I go to work.
I go to sleep.
And then your old friends come to visit
and they regale' you with their tales
of all their fun adventures
that they've been having without you
in the city
but your backyard looks nice.
I go to work.
I go to sleep.
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24. |
Nameless/Faceless
02:15
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I don't know you.
You don't know me
but somehow we
get along just fine.
I want a face to a name.
I want a name to face.
I want to place you in pictures in my pocket.
I want a name to face.
I want a face to a name.
I want to see you for real.
We've never met
and never will
but we're still friends
for the time being.
Nameless faces.
Friends for real.
I want a face to a name.
I want a name to face.
I want to place you in pictures in my pocket.
I want a name to face.
I want a face to a name.
I want to see you for real.
I want a face to a name.
I want a name to face.
I want to place you in pictures in my pocket.
I want a name to face.
I want a face to a name.
I want to see if you're real.
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25. |
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You make mashed potatoes.
I make apple pie.
You say, "See ya' later."
I say, "Why?"
You're an operator.
I'm a broken phone.
You are just a hater.
Leave me alone, Jerkoff.
The proof is in the pudding.
The truth is on the wall.
You "coulda", "woulda", "shoulda".
Don't pick up if I call.
You are not a good friend
and I am not a fool.
Our friendship's at an impasse.
You're an asshole, Jerkoff.
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26. |
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Something's gotta give.
Something's gotta change.
Someone's just trying to live
in this strange new world.
Somewhere in a state
of sadness and despair
he finds himself
stronger than before.
Somehow he gets up every day
even when it hurts.
Some bodies aren't meant for this earth,
for what that's worth.
He sees himself
in a mirror of colored glass,
shattered in a past
that he painted
in broken promises,
in empty threats,
in self-abuse,
in death,
in observation
and bad reports,
in judgement,
in jury,
injured
but self-aware,
willing to make sacrifices
to change his ways.
He will remain here
in this strange new world.
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27. |
Pizza On The Weekend
02:36
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|
Pizza on the weekend.
Gotta pick my toppings.
Pizza on the weekend.
Gotta pick my sauce.
Not from New York.
Not from New Haven.
Not from Chicago.
Not from Rome.
No.
No?
Arizona.
What?
Muy delicioso.
Yuck.
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28. |
Social Suicide
03:04
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|
I've never taken a life before.
I'm so nervous.
I hope I get it right.
I never thought it would come to this
but it's time to commit
to my demise.
It's only my social suicide.
I'm so tired of the pride and prejudice.
I have to kill myself to be rid
of the dead-end nonstop
constant nonsense.
Your opinions that mean so much
don't mean anything
to anyone.
Your precious comments are undermined
by the fact that you don't know anything.
You're acting out like a child
on a soapbox made of shit.
You don't know how to live
in the real word.
That's it, isn't it?
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29. |
The Alcoholic And Me
02:40
|
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|
The alcoholic and me
are busy watching TV.
Please just leave us alone.
so we can scroll on our phones.
The kids can play on their own.
We're watching the Twilight Zone.
We can't be playing around.
There's a few more to drown.
The alcoholic and me
just need something to eat
then we can get off this couch
but the couch is comfy.
Can't we just stay here some more
and finish what's left to pour?
We promise we'll get up soon
right after this new cartoon.
Just let us finish the show
before you put us to bed.
Two heads are better than one.
None's better than dead.
The alcoholic and me.
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30. |
This Is America
02:19
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|
Death is in fashion.
Dying's in style.
Your life isn't violence?
Then you're in denial.
Stay on the warpath
and you'll end up dead.
You turning your head now?
Playing pretend?
This is America.
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31. |
This Is Not A Punk Song
02:31
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|
This is not a punk song
and I am not a punk.
I'm just a drunk with a microphone.
This is not a drunk song.
I'm as sober as a skunk
just stinking up the place with my own brand.
This is not a punk song
but it's punk to me
and no one's going to tell me otherwise.
This is not a punk song.
It couldn't be
and if you could see right now
you'd know why.
This is not a punk
'cuz I'm not punk.
I'm just some dude with a drum machine.
This is not a punk song
but it's punk enough
for me to put out while I'm
in-between bands.
This is not a punk song.
It's a pièce de résistance.
A masterpiece in my mind.
This is not a punk song.
It's not even really a song
but I am a skunk
and I am drunk
and I can't stop drinking
my stinky-ass wine.
Yeah.
Wine on, Punk Rockers.
See you on the other side.
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32. |
Why, Warshaw, Why?!
02:44
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|
Am I in this pit
until I die?
Why can't I get out of it?
This little alien
keeps walking around
until he falls down again.
It's going to take a miracle
to get out of here.
He's extra-terrestrial
but so full of shit
from all the candy that he eats.
What are the cheat codes?
Can I just quit?
This is giving me anxiety.
I should
bury
this game
in the ground
but I'll
carry
the shame
of not finishing it.
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Ryan Richardson Phoenix, Arizona
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