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Synchronicity
01:18
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Synchronicity
So, not much has changed
We meet again
Not much to say
I’m still the same boy that I used to be today
Anger is mainly reaction
To the fact I was so fucking naive
I let this happen
Introspection gives way to self doubt and
A lack of confidence
Take to a grain of sand
Stay alive for nothing
Stay alive for nothing
I’m just breathing my tired old air
And I’ll try not to complain
Try not to complain
And I’ll be my biggest fan
Bite the hand
Spite the face
You can try
Can’t take away my sense of disillusionment
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2. |
Ambrosia
04:23
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Ambrosia
You were sweet like ambrosia
Catching your breath like a sparrow to a bread crumb
Flip
Another heroine archetypical subversion
And I thank my lucky stars
That I’m not a father yet
And we all fuck up sometimes
We think we just shouldn’t bother with it
We drank that ambrosia to the very last drop
Like it was coffee from a shop
There’s no way for me to explain
Why we did what we did
Now it’s up to me to fix it
Like a broken limb
Angels pass judgement till they fall from grace
A sweeter song than I could sing to see that face
Or that mass
What the fuck were we thinking?
Like an insect I burn burn burn
In the incandescence of your flame
(To the listener, the one who doesn’t know me,
this is a message)
Pry me open and peek inside
Pick apart the parts that you don’t care for
You and I went down the road and saw through
Now I burn your picture as the ashtray explodes
And where are you?
You and I went down the road
And we saw through everything
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3. |
Christina Cries As
06:53
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Christina cries as
Spanish mistress does her thing
For the soldiers
To her dress they cling
She could have sworn
she had a dream about this the night before
Only she was drunk on Spanish wine
Tearing fabric
Tearing skin
Christina cries as they force their way in
It’s hard enough as it is to keep on going
Knowing what they did to you
And I think I could give
I think I could give
Sometimes gods fail
And so do men
Christina cries as they force their way in
She could have sworn
she had a dream about this the night before
Only she was drunk on Spanish wine
It’s hard enough as it is to keep on going
Knowing what they’ve done to you
And I think I could give
A bit of my time to this helpless Spanish love
And I think I could give anything I could give
The weak prey on the strong
We just move along and we do as we please
Not a question asked about it
Answer me this
Why does everything turn to shit
Why does everything burn
Tell me why does everything fade
Christina you will be another jewel in the crown
You’ll be safe in heaven
There’s no heaven
At least not for you
The weak prey on the strong
We just move along and we do as we please
Not a question asked about it
Answer me this
Why does everything turn to piss
Why do some things burn
Why do some things fade
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4. |
Adlib
03:07
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Adlib
You feel so lucky to have met someone like me
But I will lie to you this I promise you
I will lie
I will lie
It’s like a scene from a movie
And we’re just adlibbing
This time I feel that I cannot lie
We break like dirt
And we fall like sky
How
You feel so lucky to have met someone like me
But it’s not really me that you’re speaking to
I’m not there
I’m in my head
It’s like a scene from a movie
This time I feel that I cannot lie
We break like dirt
And we fall like sky
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5. |
Choice
03:14
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Choice
Much too young to be a mother
Much too young to face the consequence
Or meet me at some social fence
And I feel you don’t want to be stuck like this
We don’t want to be stuck like this
Much too young to face your brother
Much too young to face the consequence
Or meet me at some social fence
And I feel we don’t want to be stuck like this
We don’t want to be stuck like this
We can get through anything
If we can just get through this
I will try to show compassion
But that gave way to apathy
Long before you said to me
Are you ok
No, I’m not fucking ok
We can get through anything
If we can just get through this
And I feel the pain
And I wanted to get back there soon
Wanted it to be just me and you
Wanted it to be just me and you
We can get through anything
If we can just get through this
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6. |
Westward as Always
03:02
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Westward as always
We move westward as always
Stockpiling A bombs for another lost cause
I’ve heard they’re bringing the draft
Why won’t somebody put a bullet in his fucking skull?
And it makes you wonder
Makes you wonder why we do what we do
Why we say
They say get a good job boy
Settle down boy
Get a good job boy
Get a wife and kids boy
Looking at a sociological view
It all stems from a need to reproduce
What if one day we were made in test tubes?
Would you care
Or would you join the crowd
And picket on the sidewalk
With the pope?
Settle down boy
Get a good job boy
Get a wife and kids boy
You think too much boy
Walk down the street
Bum a smoke take a hit
And try to comprehend this life
There’s no way to know where we are going
But it’s sure to be a hell of a ride
Sing it with me
Settle down boy
Get a good job boy
Get a wife and kids boy
You think too much boy
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7. |
Poor White Trash
03:55
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Poor white trash
Strawberry plains
Fuck this redneck place
These people are the same
Just shooting game
Wifebeating prick
He beats her with his dick
She puts up with all his shit
But she won’t leave him on
He’ll only lead her on
But she won’t leave
She’s just poor white trash
It’s what she’ll always be
No plethora of books she reads
Retracts the fact
She’s going nowhere
Hey twenty years of mallomars
With the irony on the T shirt
God don’t make no trash
I’ll give you fifty dollars for
That truck out back
With your spawn and your meth lab
You need some money
You need some extra income
To supplement
We’re just poor white trash
It’s what we’ll always be
No plethora of books we read
Retracts the fact
We’re going nowhere
You piece of shit redneck
Go fix a truck or kill yourself
Call me a fag say what you will
But this glass of piss has got to spill some time
I’m just poor white trash
That’s what I’ll always be
No plethora of books I read
Retracts the fact
I’m going nowhere
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8. |
Happy
04:01
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Happy
When I was a boy
I would look up to the sky
And I’d pray to a god I’d never seen
Hoping he would hear me cry
Nothing came of it
Then I read some philosophy
Realized all that tribal superstition was shit
And the one to dry my tears was me
No reason to be cross
No reason at all
It’s just a little loss of faith
There’s no reason why I can’t be happy
We are older now
And all that we do is fuck
Fuck away the loneliness
And play lotteries for luck
There’s a way surely
To hold onto our humanity
Yes, I’m giving to charity
But, the emptiness won’t cease
No reason to be cross
No reason at all
It’s just a little lack of faith
There’s no reason why I can’t be happy
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9. |
Angel Spreads Thighs
04:33
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Angel spreads thighs
The angel spreads her thighs
Open eyes and realize
The gaping maw of hell is revealed
All you were taught
Your infant mind is a catalyst
Piss on what’s perceived as normal
There’s a loss of innocence
Affects the ones you thought you knew best
The demon’s mouth is gaping
Rows of teeth, a parable
To who you knew a tension is mounting
So indifferent
Situations drip away like rain
The hands of apathy choking me
Who would have thought it could happen to me?
Affects the ones you thought you knew, you see?
Naked moonlight pages shine bright
Like trees give breath and crickets tell time
Moonlight pages shine bright
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10. |
Six Month Cycles
04:21
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Six month cycles
Treading water through all your good intentions for me
We contend the notion
Detriment to our finality
I never thought I’d need a backup plan
An unmarked car is on my ass
And I’m almost out of gas
Feel so happy then feel dizzy
Then feel sad and then feel shitty
It always comes in six month cycles
I don’t think you wanna
Really get to know me right now
Because if you did you would break yourself
She doesn’t want to hear her father’s words
But knows that they are true
And he’s telling her
“You owe it to yourself to get involved
With a boy who knows what it is to work
And possesses a strong sense of commitment
Because in this day and age
You know a dreamer just can’t cut it.
A dreamer just can’t cut it.”
The future’s here and I’m even more confused
Feel so happy then feel dizzy
Then feel sad and then feel shitty
It always comes in six month cycles
I don’t think you wanna
Really get to know me right now
Because if you did you would break yourself
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Jesse Jay Allen Tacoma, Washington
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