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no friends
02:27
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made love by the patio door
back when i thought the wind chasers would take over
i know who you were with last night
sabotage the band, that's fine
wet dreams, nicotine, i was quasi-quarantined at my desk
i did my best
some things are better left unsaid
yet i'm talkin like an amateur
some things are better left unsaid
i know it
said she didn't do it
but i think she did
been hangin over just like a kid
with no friends
no friends
i think about you on the internet
bearing breasts and pseudo-intellect
you've made me a mother fucker, i've been mother fucking sad
like you almost looked to be inside your car outside my pad
so i cleaned up my face
tried to eat some food
gave you three days before i tried to tell you what to do
but talking backfired man i came inside her car
i regret the abortion all alone at the local bar
i’m the exiled exhibitionist
some things are better left unsaid
yet i'm talkin like an amateur
some things are better left unsaid
i know it
said she didn't do it
but i think she did
been hangin over just like a kid
with no friends
no friends
no friends, oh fuck
no friends
nobody talks to me
but i'm in a band
i'll take off my shoes
put on some lipstick
and then they'll understand
that i had something good inside of my chest
i had something good
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2. |
drunk men
02:10
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this cat
he wears all black
‘cause he’s not that into living
but is he trying to die?
if he walks across your street at least i’ll know that he’s tryin
i don’t wanna go back to jail
there’s a spider in that cell and momma wouldn’t post bail
he’s in the stall doing chemicals
got a key in his hand and feelin five foot tall
drunk men
drunk men
drunk men
drunk man
drunk men
drunk men
drunk men
to the second verse
i think my life is cursed
i found his name inside of your purse
i know you think that I’m asleep
but i’m awake fantasizing ‘bout the boys in your dreams
if i could watch them have you
and paint themselves all over your skin
you know i’d shake real hard
while i lick it all up before some drinks at the bar
drunk men
drunk men
drunk men
drunk man
drunk men
drunk men
drunk men
drunk man
and i’m just a fucking creep
been trying to keep clean
why did i treat you like a dog?
and if i could touch your skin again
or play pretend
my heart would swell like a toad in hot water
i drink alone
i live at home
i can’t remember what was said the last time we spoke
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fuck where i’m going
i never want to stay
i’m on a rug
with some drugs
in my blood
at the end of the day
i do my very worst to be first to leave the bar
my band don’t rehearse yet the church knows who we are
i sing about satan and the glory of his ways
i’m a bad seed planted in faith
i’m a bad seed planted in faith
i’m a bad seed planted
fuck where i came from i’m humming at the bay
my mother was a kid here planning out her lingerie
heard the doctor say,
“he’s on the way, he’s on the way
be afraid, be afraid of the bad seed planted in faith”
of the bad seed planted in faith
of the bad seed planted in faith
fuck where i’m going
i never want to stay
i’m on a rug
with some drugs
in my blood
at the end of the day
i do my very best to look less like a criminal
they told me to confess the jurist should be hospitable
i am nothing more than what i am when i’m afraid
i’m a bad seed planted in faith
i’m a bad seed planted in faith
i’m a bad seed planted in faith
i’m a bad seed planted in faith
i’m a bad seed plant
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i hate that you're okay
02:53
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it's heaven, i think i feel it
i'm on the beach
i'm drunk
did i leave you or did you leave me?
i'm not sure
and then i crashed your car
i folded up
found my soul and fashioned metal
you've had enough of me
so dig a hole and sprout, you stoical seed
could iI go back?
could i go back?
could i go back?
could i go back?
could i go back?
could i go?
i could taste your pain
you were crying so i kissed you on your face
i think i need it back
i've been struggling with my problems as of late
i hate that you're okay
i hate that you’re okay
i stopped counting the years and months
i wasn't worried
you were my focused dove
now i'm living like a boy
and taking drinks after those drinks
and i wrote some lines
shot rhythms through the dark
we stopped the stars from shining
and made a mess of who we are
your standing out and i'm chipping my teeth
could I go back?
could I go back?
could I go back?
could I go back?
could i go back?
could i go?
and hold your shaking body
you turned your sadness into something constructive
you've fabricated who i am
it worked like malignancy
and i made mistakes
but i swear that she's an actress
and i think that i was acting too
can you tell that i've been dreading your birthday?
it's murder seeing the future as of late
i hate that you're okay
i hate that you’re okay
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5. |
food chain love song
03:43
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hey you
didn’t see you come in
in that little black dress
like you’d never run from me
hey you
I like what I see
been humming food chain love songs
and feeling predatory
come home with me
stop your crying
let me in
let me in
i’m coldblooded
i’m coldblooded
i’m cold
i’m coldblooded
i’m coldblooded
i’m cold
hey you
didn’t see you come in
in that little black dress
like you’d never run from me
hey you
I like what I see
you wore that little black dress
you wore that little black dress for me
it’s all for me
getting to know you
is such a chore
let me in
let me in
i’m coldblooded
i’m coldblooded
i’m cold
i’m coldblooded
i’m coldblooded
i’m cold
and i’m coldblooded
hey man, i’m coldblooded
i’m coldblooded
i thought you knew what I wanted
when I took you to the graveyard
i thought you knew what I needed
when I put you on the street, naked
hey you
didn’t see you come in
in that little black dress
like you’d never run from me
hey you
I like what I see
been humming food chain love songs
and feeling predatory
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6. |
cobweb throne
02:35
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weekends
we're just silly little men
yeah we made a lot of plans
in your car with empty cans
feeling so close to you was a mistake
and what about the road trip man?
been hangin with my coke head friends
i never made it out
hey dan
why you messin with my head?
and my girl is not your friend
got you lookin like a dead man
hey dan, why won't you answer your phone?
i think of everything i could have said
to kylie 'bout her diary and what happened on her bed
i've got some stories
it haunts me at the best of times
did you touch her?
did you think of me at all last night?
because i thought of you man
hey dan
why you messin with my head?
and my girl is not your friend
got you lookin like a dead man
hey dan, why won't you answer your phone?
i'm at the bar on my cobweb throne
meet me in the backroom
tell me you're sorry
i would never hurt, no I could never hurt
meet me in the backroom
i'll show you what's good
you couldn't stay away from my girl
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can’t get away from myself
it’s time you knew
what i’ve got doesn’t sell
i defy you to name a good bar in this city
that i haven’t been 86d from
is it a woman?
is it a thing?
she’s got a cradle in the middle of the street
i’m not the only one in my band to have seen her
someone here is haunted been squirmin in the ether
i told you it’s a bad idea to go out tonight
we really fucked up man
another cretan slumpin ‘round in the afterlife
who here is scared of hell?
i’m a fraud
anti-god
puked in the street and fell asleep on the lawn
i’ve got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 reasons why i won’t say your name in any of my songs
you dripped into my mouth
stalactite condensation from your hips propped above
my face as I make no sound
just contemplated the grotesque mutation of our love
oh fuck her friends think that I abused her
there’s no premium these days on a good sense of humor
a little bit of slapstick
concealer with some chapstick
i snooped around
i know a little bit
how many times?
tell me what you did
i can’t believe it’s him
can’t believe it’s him
i am not the one to blame
just tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you did
tell me what you
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8. |
head head head head
02:50
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hello my name is nick
i’m a sadomasochist
and an alleged alcoholic
often hyper-melancholic
i’ve got scars on my face
i took your girl to third base
then earned half a day sober
told dan the whistleblower
what i did last night
i guess i got stage fright
because my cock got soft
and i felt like throwing up
so i closed my eyes and thought of you so i could get it up
i feel myself inside your head, head, head, head
it’s where i want to be
god i’m so fucking empty
learned how to write in school
and all about the cesspool
that is my soul afraid to show it
i’m a failed fringe poet
i’ve been lurking outside
in the middle of the night
hiding underneath the monkey bars
from the cop cars
just another mistake of the human perception
like our twenties go fast or that i found some direction
there’s a shadow in my chest
a year of purgatory’s got my feelin like death, angel
i feel myself inside your head, head, head, head
it’s where i want to be
god i’m so fucking empty
i’ll kill myself until i’m dead, dead, dead, dead
would you wanna see?
did you ever love me?
emphysema(?)
i feel myself inside your head, head, head, head
it’s where i want to be
god i’m so fucking empty
i’ll kill myself until i’m dead, dead, dead, dead
would you wanna see?
did you ever love me?
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9. |
before you go
04:44
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i'm like the cricket that the cat caught
why'd he have to break it up when he came?
i think the damage is severe enough
i should beg you to sink your teeth into my brain
but i won’t cause i want you to stay
i shouldn't be the one crying
or starving in the morning watching you
been doing shots in your mother's kitchen
and i'll talk until her face turns blue
been reaching for the hand i'm trying not to hold
before you go
i have to know
what i did wrong and why'd it take so long?
mommy i want her
daddy i need her to stay
she's got those tired eyes like chainsaws
at least chainsaws move faster than decay
so cut me down
to each corpse on the park bench
in the sprawl next to windsong street, watching me
love is an empty museum
I keep humming beneath the umbrella tree, okay
I'm just trying it out
still reaching for the hand I'm trying not to hold
I picture us together in a car crash mutual death is the ultimate form of intimacy
before you go
i have to know
what i did wrong and why'd it take so long?
before you go
i have to know
i have to know
i have to know
i have to know
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10. |
murmurs
01:21
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getting older
feels like a dream
and i’m only awake
while i sleep
midnight talks
wet sidewalks
a couple beers
the sprinklers
wash it clean
we feel like crying
yet we keep on smiling
the murmurs of death keep us warm
yesterday
i saw your face
in a car
just driving by
I think about
what we lost
would i see myself
through our daughter?
all good things end
we’re just fucking plebs
the murmurs of death keep us warm
the murmurs of death keep us warm
the murmurs of death keep us warm
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