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I've been gone for a while.
And I swear, I haven't smiled like this in months.
Or years.
but now I'm back here,
living this lie. It gets pretty old.
I'll never do, what I'm told.
You can force me to stay, but I'm not gunna be here.
I've been looking to escape
for years
I found my solice in a bottle of beer, a bottle of pills,
and I know, it'll kill me, but so does growing old,
like doing what I'm told.
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2. |
Go Somewhere
02:52
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Never list to the feelings in your bones.
Never been anywhere but home.
You end up all alone.
A life of seclusion, is a life in dissolution
'Cuz nobodys went anywhere without going somewhere.
So get out there,
get out there,
get out there.
Feelings turn to stone, they break your bones.
For every stone thrown a broken bone.
So leave them alone.
Sing with me now,
leave them on the ground.
'Cuz nobodys went anywhere without going somewhere.
So get out there,
get out there.
So get out there.
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3. |
Pennies on Mainstreet
03:17
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Down the street, a couple blocks from here,
rests a man smelling of smoke and beer.
And from the looks of his, denim jacket and his,
beat up six string acoustic guitar,
you can tell that hes seen, tell that hes seen better days.
And down the way comes a man in a black overcoat with gold in his pockets
Or atleast the government equivalent.
Walks on by and pays him no mind.
His footsteps accompany a melody that no one will hear.
Playing for pennies on mainstreet.
And at the end of the day, he'll count up his pay.
$4.37
Goes to the liquor store down the street, and buys a 40.
And as he drinks on the curb, his memories start to disturb him.
And as he looks at the disgrace of a bottle in his hands,
he realizes thats why hes here, in the first place.
Sets it down, on the asphalt beside him.
Holds a frame polaroid from 2003 of his family.
And this was all his fault.
Down the street a couple blocks from here.
Used to be a man, smelling of smoke and beer.
And from the looks of his, denim jacket and his
beat up six string acoustic guitar,
you can tell that hes seen, tell that hes seen better days.
Playing for pennies on Mainstreet. He was,
Playing for pennies on Mainstreet. He was,
Playing for pennies on Mainstreet.
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Metaphor
02:34
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Today in school my teacher asked, for a metaphor for life.
And besides the horribly depressing and ironic ideas,
I actually found some meaning.
Err... Well...
To be completely honest I didn't do that homework assignment.
But that got me thinking about, all the things I'm missing out on.
And all the things I didn't do, because of you.
And I'm not talking 'bout no girl or a friend. (Yes I am.)
Or some random guy who says he'll be there 'til the end.
Thats just creepy.
I'm talking about the prying eyes of all the people that you count on.
And all the people that you don't.
They're picking apart all the thoughts that you think on and,
Talking about you when you don't even know.
And I'm wondering why I'm losing my breath,
In the hallway on the second level.
It's like I'm unfit to breath.
And I'm wondering why I'm acting like a different person
when I see an unfamiliar face.
Come to think of it, I don't even know my person
and my face seems out of place.
Today I wrote a metaphor for life.
And if it was, in a song, it'd surely be a hit.
Life is ....
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5. |
A Song I Wrote High
03:30
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The dilation of my pupils changes with my mood.
Vasoconstriction of my veins keeps me from my food.
I've lost 20 pounds of body weight in just two weeks.
I've lost 20 tons of self respect in reality.
And man this binge can't last forever,
a man's gotta eat,
but who said fasting had to be a religious feat.
Depression was my condition. Drugs were my solution.
Now addiction is my affliction.
And theres no solution in the empty space of a small,
orange bottle topped in white lace.
With a sticker saying do not misuse or abuse these tabs of self pity.
Your white lace is no longer pretty.
Your orange hue, no longer enticing.
And though those lines were all lies, and I'm writing this song high.
No dehydration can keep me from crying over,
miligrams closer to dying.
A whole gram closer to death.
At least theres no whiskey on my breath.
Just dirt in my urine, and chemicals in my brain.
And though I think you're all insane.
The codeine can't numb the pain from
when my mind's blind eye and tattered heart
catch a glimpse of my own insanity.
Tabs of self pity, no longer so pretty.
Tabs of self pity, no longer so pretty.
Depression was my condition. Drugs were my solution.
Now addiction is my affliction.
And theres no solution in the empty space of a small,
orange bottle topped in white lace.
With a sticker saying do not misuse or abuse these tabs of self pity.
Your white lace is no longer pretty.
Your orange hue, no longer enticing.
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6. |
Ditch Cigs
00:40
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There's a song on the tips of my lips.
There's a song on my tongue.
I would sing it all day long because maybe it would right the wrongs,
that I've done to you.
I would go back if I could, but I would not change a thing,
because this is what I got to do.
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7. |
Laces
01:29
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Told me to focus on the good.
Told me to focus on myself.
I left my bad shoes on the shelf.
I'm a good person today.
Wish I was everyday.
But sometimes the laces break on my good shoes,
and I gotta wear the bad ones.
It's never very fun.
But no shirt, no shoes, no service.
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8. |
Dear Claire
00:42
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Every single moment is an existential crisis.
Every single moment.
And every single moment is a life changing situation.
Every single moment.
Well, I'm getting sick of all these life changing situations.
I just need some time,
to stop listening you whine all the time.
About these problems that won't go away all the time.
Well these problems would just go away over time,
If you'd stop bringing them up.
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I'm Jake recommends:
Semi-revolutionary
by Just Nick
One of the first folk punk albums I fell in love with. One of the many inspirations for my music hobby in general. Without Just Nick in general, I probably would not be writing Folk Punk.
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This is another inspiration like the last, except I found this album actually as a recommendation from Just Nick above. It's pretty sweet. Check it out.
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Paper Ceilings
by Paper Ceilings
I can't tell you home many times people have told me to shut up after screaming 'Billy was a punk but now he's dead.' And Serious Song is well, I'd say extremely relatable.
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Virtual Heaven
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Despite its themes of isolation and loneliness, Caroline White's latest batch of folk-pop confessionals is an LP brimming with confidence.
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somebody had to
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The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits.
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