1. |
Nose Dive Stage
02:51
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Time doesn't mean anything at all
When you think in years you've got left, after losing yourself in the fall
And everyone knows I'm begging for winter
I wanna end up on the floor, freezing cold and unable to speak
So keep approval ratings high
And keep on egging this shit on, I'll force myself to look alive
Never was to good at structure,
Fingers banging on clunky keys
If I could just stay down here forever
Among the hardwood floors and fleas
And like a second life, I've been reborn
My coffin, my sheets, my tombstone, the wall
And all my friends are dead already
We're busy starving to fucking death and drowning in cheap alcohol
So if you can just humor me
And tell me that there's more than this
Cuz everyone I know has tired fucking eyes
And it's so cool the way I hate myself like this
So keep apologies in the air,
The broken windows are vents enough
You reach your breaking points
And I'll just stay asleep
Forging fingerprints on the light switch
Composing all my good enoughs
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2. |
I'm Always Tired
02:22
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I forced the roaches from my mouth
I forced my legs to solidify
I buried myself in your rocky head starts
I wasted centuries on a simple line
I spent my life doing something that looked like sleep
I dove head first into the sand
I skimmed your holy books and treaded holy water
Searching endlessly for land
I lost my faith in watering eyeballs
And placed it all in the carpet floors
I need my loneliness like a drug
I force deprivation like a chore
I'm empty space for empty people
I'm empty words taken jokingly
I am the time you thought you had
You're what I've gotta fucking be
Watch my face bleed desperation
Watch my teeth spit sorry sorry
My knees are covered in scrapes and bruises
From the unforgiving concrete
I'm attracting flies and sympathetic eyes
Helping hands with unwelcome words
Gorging my overflowing stomach with praises
See the sense of self in all the shit you've heard
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3. |
ACAB for Cutie
01:02
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When you play on their fears
You can control a people
An audience public, playing the role of sheep will
Flock to your promises of a brand new future
Without people who don't look like them
And through your borders we train our kids anger, fear and hate
And this capitalistic regime tells them never go against the grain
And your racism speaks to these people so afraid
They'll do anything to protect these bloody states
Even if it means dehumanize a race
Even if it means move a people out of place
Even if it means attack them on their land, kill every moving thing
These men women and children who haven't eaten anything in weeks
Fire bomb their homes and churches just to give you piece of mind
We're learning history over and over again just to leave lessons behind
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4. |
Shaky Clammy Hands
01:37
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I swallowed all your turmoil
I drank your borrowed wine
I pissed and moaned and dragged my feet
I lost track of the time
And I first saw the cave paintings the same way I learned to swear
Every song I ever heard has heard me
Every line has left me bare
I fell asleep to airplane engines
I sold my soul to rock and roll
I swallowed hymns and ancient proverbs
I've never felt so goddamn old
"Please let me feel forgotten"
I begged from birth to the grace of graves
And as I shaved my face and and peeled my skin,
The ink faded away
Sanded my teeth down to coffee grinds
And sewed eyeballs shut
I won't ask you any questions so I won't have to give a fuck
Give up the gun to better words now
Swallow Sistine Chapels to maintain superiority
Tidy up your room to get a grip fast
I'll drown myself in my tv
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Can I get drunk and stay at your house?
Can I burn every fucking bridge down?
Can I just tell you I'll be there, and then not really have to care?
Can I just figure how to feel out?
And can I call you on your birthday?
I'll say "I love you, are you doing ok?"
We'll make a scrapbook from the pictures of us lining the floor at my dads house
And can I cry when it gets too much?
And can I hear your heartbeat when we touch?
And can I follow up with I'm so scared I don't know why
I'm just a sucker for the misery
And did you tell me that you'd miss me?
Even when I told you I'd be busy?
You couldn't keep the breath in your chest any longer
I guess we both died that day
I felt the floor of my bedroom shaking from the sadness in my speakers
If these walls could talk, they'd tell me to stop my fucking whining
I got a brand new set of lips and gums
I stole them from a former self
And when the radio's on I can pretend I'm not alone
-----------------prelude-----------------------
Do you know
the weight of sleep?
Been slipping
anchors around my feet,
levitatin my ankles
according to the arc lines
of rope swings.
Here in the under-between
creeks seem a little more
muddy, the consistency
of silly putty pulling off
headlines twisting them
into obscurity -
with captioning
brought to you
in part by your friendly
local meltdown
power plant factory.
Waste not want not,
we’re licking up every drop
and shoving the whole
straw-full of suffering
up our nose
like stardust.
Just wait
about 30 minutes
for the full effect,
diy-do-or-die
on a 12 speed bike.
We've been circling
the same house
and the old man
on the front porch
might actually
just be a scarecrow
that moves
like a post-modernist.
The nightmare
must end soon,
as they all do.
Remember, relativity
is knowing that time
ebbs and flows
to expectations.
Then this might
be the big crunch,
like a payday,
and we get to live again –
a kitten ripped from its basket
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6. |
Heathers
01:58
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Bury me in carpet
The same ones stained with spit
Pouring from my head wound
Just as soon as I learned to quit
I mistook a phony smile
Worn so well on my yellow face
For the glow of hopeful aging,
A broken leg running in place
So watch yourself age through me
Like you never did before
This is the place I'm fucking stuck in
One foot in and out the door
A better simile for black eyes
An even worse one for the skin
The kind that's hanging from my dry bones
Superglued in lines to fit
And I'm awake, unfortunate
Looking from the shore to the green lakes
Envious in broken bits
And I'm a tidal wave of boredom
A broken hourglass or two
And in years to come we can grow apart
If that's alright with you
So many dead letters in writing,
After promises are made
My bedroom is a mausoleum
My sheets became the grave
I broke my teeth out on the winter
The skulls of cold and falling snow
I broke the fourth wall in the last year
Just to live among the ghosts
And I'm alive among the ocean floor
So cold and so aware
I walked right through the bathroom mirror the jagged nails ripped out my hair
And in the dark they'll come and find me
Just as vulnerable as they'd predict
I'd've thought me dead the same as you
The lesser half of a sinking ship
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In my dreams I taste the sawdust
Hear the snickering from the shelves
I smell the sulfur, dust and the nails and the rust
My teeth fall out by themselves
My skin is turning yellow and green
Almost a painting on my bones
Almost fictitious and strange and all that remains is the blood dripping from my nose
Where do I go once the songs over?
And who will call when you're not around?
Where did my head go once you found me?
What're the right chords to drown me out?
And in the letter clipped to my skin
I wrote you love letters in vain
A simple train wreck of haiku
Once the nail drives through my brain
And I'm nothing if not dramatic
In my black tie affair eye roll
My bones have made the full commitment
To the maggots drilling holes
What will you sing once the songs over?
Please try to live when I'm not around
My throat is aching from the sorry's
There's no right chords to match the sounds
This is an effortless epiphany
A manifest destiny
A fucking masterpiece in offering
And all the salt that makes up the sea
But your body won't let you drown
No matter how hard you try
And I've been thinking to myself what a bullshit waste of time
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I used to listen to records so I wouldn't have to talk to people
Now I have to talk to the people who make the records I like to listen to
And I hope
They know I'm being honest when I say I'm a nervous wreck
Because these sweaty palms aren't kidding
And I'd rather be asleep
And sometimes
The punk scene can feel like high school
When I'm the only one without a beer in my hand
Oh you're from that fucking touring band?
Yeah I've listened to your record a million times
Please excuse me while I stuff my hands in my pockets
And look from the ground to my cigarette
I based my life around a genre of music
Created from awesome isolation
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9. |
More Than A Ceiling
01:15
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I felt the need to be beautiful in the fall
And I grew up the perfect storm
So I grabbed a fresh new face and the shade of the moon on the walks around my neighborhood with me
I saw the tears I bled from my swollen sockets
The vampire fangs on the shaking trees
The sounds of the wind mixed into my ears
They told me they're out to get me
I wasn't forced, I was a long shot thinking of you
In the dark of the street lights, splitting in two
I spit the leaves my cigarette pushed into my teeth
The smack of feet on the pavement ate my relief
And I was a content combatant of this sickness that I am
I am, I was and always will be this fucking mess
You replaced those picture frames with a brand new head
I swear I gotta make my way to my fucking bed
But you're the righteous one, the light kept on
The fountain of youth and the hand that held on
And I'm the lucky one, so fucking lucky aren't I?
And you're the guts that I sang about in the room where I died
You're the crashing of cars at the traffic lights
I'm the first, I'm the last, a single breath then I'm gone
And you're the angelic voice that told you I'm fine
I am the ropes I tied around my ceiling lights
I gotta go, I love you so much, try to be better off without me
So fucking dark, drowning in the backbeat
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I'm just tired enough to stay awake right now
Just to tell you that I gotta sleep
I am the white knuckled star-gaze, petrified
Bellowing from six feet deep
And as I cried and cried in my bedroom
I heard them say change out of your clothes
You'll feel much better in a normal head space
So I'll never feel good I suppose
And you're the stomach aches that I've had for months
You're the leakage coming from my brain
My nose and mouth sewn shut, my head upside down
Permanent blue, in refrain
And your the door left open that I tried to shut
I swear to god I thought the key fucking fit
But I can never get those nut and bolts
To achieve my spit shining shit
And if I threw up all my guts
All of my purple and yellow insides
I could make a bouquet just to let you know
That I'm all yours for fucking all time
But I'm a bullet spent, I'm glass shattered to bits
I am a question mark, my own indifference
Fuck you, fuck me I'm doing this again
Fuck you, fuck me I'd better get lost again
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Quilt Monsters Huntington, West Virginia
a punk band from
huntington wv.
fast, angsty, leftist shit.
Derek - Bass/Vox
Brad - Drums
Dane - Guitar/Vox
Devon - Guitar
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