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In Between (Katie Skare)
02:10
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Everybody has a story they go on telling although nobody thinks it’s funny
Everybody has a reason to go on living when life gets tough
Everybody has an answer to all your problems when all you want is sympathy
Everybody is a loser, sometimes in life when they go too far
We spend our seconds waiting to up the score
And fill the world up with sound-bytes and schemes
But maybe instead of searching for something more
We should be searching for something in between
Everybody wants to wake up and know their feet are still pointing in the right direction
Everybody wants a love that transcends the continuum of space and time
Everybody wants a moment to stand up and hear the applause for what they are doing
Everybody wants a secret that nobody knows about how great they are
We spend our seconds waiting to up the score
And fill the world up with sound-bytes and schemes
We should be searching for something in between
Sometimes when you’re on a wire you think up things you didn’t think of before
And sometimes when your house is on fire you find out what you really love more
Everybody feels rejected sometimes when they are the one left in the corner
Everybody feels nostalgic sometimes when they hear a song they’ve sung before
Everybody feels creative sometimes in the night when they walk round in circles and
Everybody gets these feelings but we stick them in the cupboard and we shut the door
We spend our seconds waiting to up the score
And fill the world up with sound-bytes and schemes
But maybe instead of searching for something more
We should be searching for something
We spend our whole lives waiting to up the score
And fill the world up with sound-bytes and schemes
But maybe instead of searching for something more
We’ll find it waiting somewhere in between
There’s so much there in that world outside
If you keep your eyes peeled and open wide
It won’t be about if you lose or win
If you only remember to take it all in
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I don't use drugs as a crutch
But sometimes I use them as a cane
just a touch, never too much
just enough to ease away the pain
so if you see me sober you'd better say good luck
because it means, i've important things to do
because if it's me just passing time
you know i'm gonna change my mind
and hope that it strays away from you
I don't drink beer, to forget
but sometimes i need to clear my cloudy head
just a taste, to whet my tongue
and ease the tension in my neck when the day is done
so if you see me sober you'd better say good luck
because it means, i've important things to do
because if it's me just passing time
you know i'm gonna change my mind
and hope that it strays away from
hope that it stays away from
hope that it's a ways away from you
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Some of my friends
They don't understand
Why you got nobody
holding your hand
I’d never set you up
You take your time, that’s fine
Except the graveyard shift,
You got a life divine
You said paramours
Are a waste of expensive lingerie
But to all of them
You’re the one who got away
Post-Punk, Post-Love
That’s an efficient turn of phrase
To codify your raison d’etre
Post-Punk, Post-Love
Making nights of all your days
You’re Hecate hyphenate
You keep pulling those cards
Hoping they’ll come up hearts
But the spread says death
Comes before the lovers
So don’t turn over the others
With the sound compressed
no more whiplash stress
All the highs and lows
Are just so overrated
Now you’re desaturated
CHORUS
You may lay your body down
But you won't lay your heart out on the line
Some of my friends
They still hang around
Hopin you’ll check in
The lost and found
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all the goth boys ever want to do is make out
and all the punk boys ever want to do is fuck consensually
but i wanna do all that i wanna do all that with you, with you
It feels like love when it makes you sick
and i'm tired of being a hypocrite
let’s shoot up and sleep all day
just once a year it'll be okay
don't ever stop talking
cuz i might cry
and i don't mind so much
That you’re not here
cuz i can't be there
x3
no i can't be there with you
cuz you're in atlanta
with that fake ass southern charm
and i'm riding the g train
with a Ballentine in my lap
maybe you're in virginia
And It’s not my job to care
i don't mind so much
that you're not here
cuz i'll never be no i'll never be like you.
all the goth boys ever want to do is make out
and all the punk boys ever want to do is fuck consensually
but i wanna do all that i wanna do all that with you
and all the queer boys ever wanna do is fake it
Glad you stuck around just long enough
And all the queer boys ever wanna do is fake it
Glad you stuck around just long enough
And all the queer boys ever wanna do is fake it
Glad you stuck around just long enough to see what’s inside of my
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The Ladder (Dylan Roth)
01:16
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She woke up in a sweat-soaked panic
and it wasn't from a dream—
It was a string of soft numbers, the blue and the red,
burned in her head last night off the TV screen.
She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror
and it wasn't who she'd been.
Some deeper level of stupid, some newfound circle of hell,
some wicked spell started dragging her in.
What have you done?
You cut the bottom rungs off of the ladder.
Now no one's getting out of here alive.
She took a ride on a silent subway,
no one looked her in the eyes.
Was like this city of color had gone gray overnight,
and all the light was snuffed out by the sick surprise.
She walked to work with her head on a swivel
cuz she don't know who to trust.
How many cordial neighbors, how many casual friends,
how many men think she's lesser than them?
You pinned your hands to the top of the ladder
so if you go down then we'd all go down too.
Well now the morning has come.
We're cutting right to the heart of the matter:
We'd rather burn this fucker down than be like you.
Oh, well what have we done?
No, no, we can't blame it all on our fathers.
we can't let them think they've won
we'll build their bones into rungs of the ladder,
and turn it on its side and walk across.
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6. |
Itch My Ass (Sourdoe)
01:40
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the dogs are happy, why aren't i
the bees are snappy why am i
the trees are growing why can't i
get out of the ropes, get untied
my brain's a metalhead, it likes constant screams
that you can't dissect or do anything to
unwinding and dining
there's nothing to these nerves
but i guess it's just what i deserve
cuz when i was a kid i wished to be a god
with powers unknown to a normal broad
an interesting backstory full of trauma and grief
how words can shake up an ignornat belief
soon to grow up and figure out
these jokes shouldn't be joked about
the sadness for the old times, stepped right in
cracks made by former friends
flowers in the wheatgrass
itch my ass early in the summer
and the power dynamics
oh dammit
i realize my control
the frogs are jumpin' so am i
the bunnies are humpin' i'm gonna try
i climb through the tunnel to get to the slide
i push myself to the other side
i'm so glad that i'm alive
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Death is alive in the streets
In the seductive moonlight
Calling for a sacrifice
The city loves a suicide
Doom like a harrier
Charges in like a storm
The racing of your blood
Keeps you warm
Motorcycle, there’s no God tonight
Only streetlights; motorcycle
Hurts like a Chinese burn
The way it cuts you up
The blood you shed’s a penance
For the chaos you love
The night keeps no secrets
Assassins made of chrome
The rain a deluge
Leaving ghosts on the road
CHORUS
Courting oblivion
Midnight of your life
Vultures line the streets
On the last ride
Motor cycle
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Pencil Me In (Horra)
02:03
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i don't want to go but you don't want me here
you don't come to my shows or buy me a beer
you call me when you're stoned in your underwear
i'll meet you at your home, you don't have to pay my cabfare
pencil me in pencil me in
please don't erase
pencil me in pencil me in
please keep a place in your mind
pencil me in pencil me in pencil me in
so look who's here, you come to say you're sorry
haven't seen you in a year it's all hunky dory
still in the same place, i still know how to get there
you still remember my face why wouldn't you i'm so weird
pencil me in pencil me in
please don't erase
pencil me in pencil me in
please keep a place in your mind
pencil me in pencil me in pencil me in
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I woke up in the corner
i ran my fingers through my hair
i wandered round these empty walls
and then i wandered down the stairs
taking 10 steps to the bus stop
would a dollar buy my fare
you say you're still trying to forgive me
forgive me then if i don't really care
i've been in trouble now for so long
that i can hardly remember the other side
i've been in trouble now for so long
that i can hardly remember what it was like before
they it's a million miles from anywhere
it is a million miles from the sun
oh i don't care as long as it's a million miles
from the place where i'd begun
is it too late now for forgiveness
is it too late now for regrets
is it too late now to close my eyes and ask if it's all over yet
and ask if it's all over yet
i've been in trouble now for so long
that i can hardly remember the other side
i've been in trouble now for so long
that i can hardly remember what it was like before
he said he's not trying to save me
he said he knows how it is
so you walk a mile in someone else's shoes
yeah sure but please don't tell me how to live
well now it's too late now for forgiveness
yes it's too late now for regrets
just like it's too late now to close my eyes
and ask if it's all over yet
i've been in trouble now for so long
that i don't care about the hows or whys
i've been in trouble now for so long
i guess i just don't really care anymore about what it was like
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Adult Angst (T0SKA)
02:17
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time scabs over all wounds as it soldiers on
but it’s so, so dull to keep moving along
when I never bothered to grow up big or strong
so I broke my fist on a young boy’s face
s-s-so, so sick of my adult angst, you know
but oh no I don’t want to let it go
so I’ll do you one better than happily forever
said do you one better than happily forever
after all this time I never learned how to say never
we could bleed on out until this whole town is red
is it so, so sad if that’s as good as it gets
so softly said, don’t know what you expected
to find round here dear sister of mine
just s-s-so, so tired of being a survivor are you
but oh no I don’t want to let it go so easily
so I’ll do you one better than happily forever
said do you one better than happily forever
after all this time I never learned how to say never
when it hurts to breathe, well I tell myself
that if it’s not you then it’s someone else
and so long as we’re here we might as well
enjoy it while it lasts
if it gets hard to breathe will I tell myself
that if I’m not here then I’m somewhere else
and so long as I’m there I might as well
enjoy this while it lasts
I’ll do you one better than happily forever
said do you one better than happily forever
after all this time I never learned how to feel pleasure
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She reminds me of little riding hood in red
just after the big bad wolf is dead
and all the huntsmen are hankering for lifelong romance
and they've got a snowball in hell of a chnce
she's one tough cookie of that there's no doubt
she still gets in trouble but she still can get out
and she veers from the path every now and again
she still talks to strangers, how else you gonna make new friends
make new friends
and she loves her mom and her grandmother too
and she knows being kind is the hardest thing to do
and she likes fresh cut flowers and loves baking bread
and at night she regrets that the big bad wolf is dead
cuz she wants to do it again
and i love her i can't help it i love her i do
when she shows up to listen, or sing a song or two
and she reminds me of riding hood in red
way after the big bad wolf is dead
way after
oh the struggle to be a better human being
to ve thoughtful and kind and understanding
when you say sure it's okay
though they just ruined your whole day
and your tuesday and wednesday as well
to answer 'sure' when you wanna say 'go to hell'
oh the struggle to be a better human being
to keep your heart open and your hands clean
to know your own wrongs and rights
to stand up for the good fight
to remember to say thank you and i love you and pease
and not to eat too much kraft macaroni and cheese (poison, too corporate for me)
oh the struggle to be a better human being
not to close every bar you walk into
and not to live on m&ms and caffeiene
to be honest and true when there's so many other things to do
like guiness or shooting dope
or just hanging yourself with a rope
so many choices between, yeH yu know it
oh the sturggle to be a better human being
to keep you heart open and your nose clean
to say sure it's okay
when they just ruined your whole day
and your tuesday and wednesday as well
when you answer sure when you wanna say go to hell.
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Jay Ackley Brooklyn, New York
Minnesotan in Brooklyn by way of London; having a sing-song through the dystopia.
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