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Heffer-Meh-Tony
02:03
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Breathe
They don't know who you are
But the praise from Goliath
Seems to be a desire
Whole,
the way I feel when you can tell me yourself,
that when I speak out those words
I work for all but your wealth
I will strive for spine that can't be thought up,
the kind of strength you get from making your bed in the morning
When the cold has layered your skin,
oh the day is now almost through
Reinvent the wheel and stay away from better reason
, I can see myself the hardships make you feel ill
If the way we felt had no connection to the season
Then the days ahead are sure to be a thrill
Breathe
They don't know who you are
But the praise from Goliath
Seems to be a desire
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2. |
No Praise
03:35
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It's hard to tell if I am sprinting in sand or standing in place
It's harder to see whether or not that question's significant
Oh my dear God, fate be proven as just another way to lose yourself
But if price of admission is your honest intention we've lost care for love and love for the sound
You heard 'em
You heard 'em
We've lost care for love and love for the sound they'll make
Cause gratitude has a sound you'll ache
When you see there's no prize for a good heart but a good heart
When you see that there's no praise
Step, and then take another
5 more to go and the first is always about
Step, oh and then take another
Which way I face I'm sure I'm bound to find out
We lost care for love and love for the sound
You heard them
We've lost care for love and love for the sound
Step, and then take another
5 more to go and the first is always about
Step, and then take another
Which way I face I'm sure I'm bound to find out
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3. |
Garbage Day
03:25
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I’m making nests everywhere that I go made out of fragments of my brain
Phone is ringing, a knock on my door, electroman claims he hasn’t been paid
I’ve been living first class on a snare man’s budget sayin f*ck it, I’m gonna be fine
Then I realized I forgot garbage day and hydroman said no more showers, goddamn I’m buried alive
Don’t get too relaxed, you’ll end up with my name
Instant gratification’s taken hold of first place
Lack of simple initiative, burnt into flames
Can’t even manage to shimmy up for garbage day
Don’t get too relaxed, you’ll end up with my name
Playin’ dumb. Self-induced amnesia has become a thing
Just be cool. The banks will close, there’s nothing you can do
I put too much sh*t off. Don’t know the difference ’tween a clock and a map of Guam
Can’t find my money. You’ll have to check the pockets of my heathen associations
Don’t get too relaxed, you’ll end up with my name
I lost the time and the patience playing outside my game
Can’t take your advice if you attempt to correct me
You’ll be underwater there’ll be no one to blame
Don’t get too relaxed, you’ll forget your name
Thoughts start, but never finish
Task at hand blocked by idle thoughts
The need to thrive in the realm that made me will forever distract
But I'll never go back
Buried alive
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4. |
Jiggy
02:05
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To have said all that can be said
I'll find the words, seek the sense when my voice is gone
Make a statement out of nothing
Toss a filter just to prove to people that I can talk
Man that's rad, damn dude nice
Talking about dinner plans for Saturday night
You'll rant about nothing, and then I'll nod my head trying to find the storage for the things you've said
Give me the topical nonsense, rattle up my brain with the notion that all we have to say could be chalked into one ginormous joke
We're all fighting to go back, could have been my thoughts making their way to your tongue
Manipulation has its blowback, read my eyes like a book, yeah what page were you on
God I love you, I just can't speak, keep looking for words while my knees are weak
I'll shuffle through them but as you're shouting it brings me back to the last time you saw me
I hid well but really you never look, unless your call comes first I won't remember how to talk, and if the feelings still the same
We'll skip the weather and move to a topic I can't pronounce but will find a couple words on
Spend the whole night in review, elaborated in muffled, voiced, circular duds
I'll pace in the basement, going back and forth, did I say the right thing or fill it in like I'm told
If I show what I want to show, stand where I want to stand, see all that you can see, ask what you'd think to ask
In a quest to be more like you, won't I see that I'll never actually know who the fuck I am?
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5. |
It Felt Like
04:15
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Jazzcore Friction Janesville, Wisconsin
We are a three person distributor of disgusting rock music from Janesville, WI. Catch us live in 2022!
3/12 - House of Guiness, Waukesha, WI @ 8pm
3/19 - Odd Fellows Lodge, Janesville, WI @ 6pm
3/25 - The Rigby, Madison, WI @ 8pm
4/30 - Missfits Tavern, Appleton, WI @ 9pm
5/7 - Last Rites, Milwaukee, WI @ 8pm
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