1. |
All Boats
03:43
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My chest is full but my pocket's empty
And resonating like a kick drum
My brain won't read what my eyes are sensing
Looking right through the sun
Come write something in this chapter
I can't finish it by myself
When the words begin to scatter
We will put them back on the shelf
Don't you think
That if the worst was yet to come I'd be around
All boats sink eventually
Deep under the ground
My eyes are red from stimulation
Day dreaming too damn hard
My brain has surely lost it's patience
On this narrow path
Don't you think
That if the worst was yet to come I'd be around
All boats sink eventually
And
Don't you think
That if the best was yet to come I'd make a sound
All boats sink eventually
Deep under the ground
And if the past is just a myth
Or some feelings that we did
I wanna know what you're talking about
If there's holes upon the stern
then notate what you've learned
and make us all sing it loud
And if the past is just a myth
Or some feelings that we did
I wanna know what you're talking about
If there's holes upon the stern
then notate what you've learned
and make us all fucking proud
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2. |
Treble On Your Marshall
02:29
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You're not my hero anymore
You are as drunk as an old man
Went for a cigarette on public transport
So tone def from the treble on your Marshall stack
You scream across the room
"Is my guitar in tune?"
No
It's not
It's more than a semitone away
And no
It's not
A worthwhile melody to play
You're not the poster on my wall
Or the voice in my head when I picture
What the song will sound like
Are you confused about what it means to be an artist
Cos not every punk icon
Tears his own shorts
Are
You done
Making me feel like a child?
And are
You done
Teaching me things I've known for a while
Don't try to tell me which road I'm driving on
When you never bothered to get your provisionaries
Don't try to tell me you're as dense as onions
When you're common as a bag of frozen peas
When
You're old
I hope you can live with your regrets
And when
You're old
Maybe you'll have my respect
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3. |
Spaghetti Spine
04:51
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Come on home if you can bare to
I know not a lot has changed
You could say that there's much less pressure
On commitments we make to stay the same
You haven't even been gone for a week
And you were only around for a couple of days
Now when I try to stand up my spine
Feels more like spaghetti than vertebrae
Vertebrae
My spine feels more like spaghetti than vertebrae
Above it all I'm sure these movements make sense
And I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be
I tell my body to understand logic
But my body always decides to disagree
Like a phone conversation that never ends
I tune in and out my ears
But with all these distractions that surround me
I'm forgetting what your point really is
Really is
All these distractions that surround me
I'm forgetting what your point really is
As the blood breaks all my bones
I remember what my mother said
Only it's not about sticks and stones
It's the dreams I have outside my bed
As the blood breaks all my bones
I remember what a raven said
Only it's not about sticks and stones
It's the constant bullshit that soars around in my head
So come on home if you can bare to
I know not a lot has changed
You could say that there's much more pressure
On commitments we made to go and blow away
Blow away
There's so much pressure on commitments we made
To go and blow away
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