1. |
Totally Vexed
03:17
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It’s hard to know what you want
and to know it is worse
this new found knowledge of self
you carry it like a curse
hangin around your neck
like my every word
when what was normal once
starts feeling absurd
take a look around
everybody’s down
youth totally vexed
one gig to the next
we’re like two waves
beating out of phase
You don’t know what you want
Another yard, another year
they’re moving the post
and now I’m moving out
when it hurts you the most
the days get faster
as my rhythm slows
been on this path for years
before we knew where it goes
every moment counts
the truth you can’t ignore
when the sun sets at four
take a look around
everybody’s down
youth totally vexed
one gig to the next
we’re like two waves
beating out of phase
You don’t know what you want
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2. |
Instakill
02:42
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I saw an ad online
with a man in his prime
“you can change your life
for a limited time”
My life was in decline.
“Listen to what I say:
do these ten things every day.
You can make the change!
Just hit the link to pay!”
They said my card was declined.
Cutting sugar, exercising
reading, writing, organizing
mindful habits, minimizing
judgy thoughts and criticizing
if you spend life maximizing
myopically optimizing
pretty soon you’re gunna hit a
wall
Today’s solutions are just tomorrow's problems
Your circumstances crashing down on you
like waking up to a work call
The shiny man online said that my life’s on the line
Cutting sugar, exercising
reading, writing, organizing
mindful habits, minimizing
judgy thoughts and criticizing
if you spend life maximizing
myopically optimizing
pretty soon you’re gunna hit a
wall
Instakill
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3. |
Sicko
03:18
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Don’t you ever make yourself sick?
just to feel good for a little bit?
until the morning when you feel like shit?
Don’t you ever make yourself sick?
Relentless resentment,
I feel ill pretending
I looked in the mirror
I saw me so clear
Don’t you ever get sick of yourself?
Day in, day out, a living hell?
Don’t you wish you were someone else?
Don’t you ever get sick of yourself?
Don’t you ever? Don’t you ever?
Don’t you ever get bored of your life?
Punching the clock in a losing fight?
Watching your friends turn in for the night?
Don’t you ever get bored of your life?
Relentless resentment,
I am done repenting
I know just who I am
and I just don’t like them
Don’t you ever get sick of yourself?
Day in, day out, a living hell?
Don’t you wish you were someone else?
Don’t you ever get sick of yourself?
Don’t you ever? Don’t you ever?
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4. |
Deadlift
03:45
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Room of mirrors
Sideways glance
Over and over
A slow advance
I know, I know,
you’ve heard it before
I never feel so alone
when the weight hits the floor
Will anyone be there
when the barbell falls?
Its potential spent
when the curtain calls.
headphones in
eyes locked on my figure
a room full of men
ignoring each other
I know, I know,
you’ve heard it before
I never feel so alone
when the weight hits the floor
I know, I know
Believe me I know
you’ve heard it before
I never feel so alone
when the weight hits the floor
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5. |
Less Is More
00:46
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Another friend gone
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6. |
Fire, Man
05:13
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You feel it:
compulsion.
a craving.
destruction.
Share the root,
share the rot.
Tied together
by the knot.
Sickness creeps
up the arms,
but there’s no end
to the harm.
And I feel it:
compulsion.
A craving.
Descruction.
So where’s the fire?
So where’s the fire, man?
You see someone running,
you gotta ask what from.
I saw your interview
and it struck me dumb.
Lighting up my screen,
coming out of the blue.
It felt like a dream,
this faint outline of you.
The only thing you can count on
is to be let down.
You reach for my raft?
Brother, I’ll let you drown.
You see someone running,
you gotta ask what from.
Where’s the fire, man?
Where’s the fire, man?
(Burn in the USA!
Burn in the USA!
I will)
I feel a
compulsion.
So where’s the fire?
So where’s the fire, man?
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7. |
Net Negative
03:44
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8. |
It Isn't
03:27
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You say you’re done
this time it’s final
unplug guitars
and sell your vinyl
it’s about time
to end your song
this encore’s
a little long
sometimes it’s there
sometimes it isn’t
this life I built
feels like a prison
the stories over
before it started
the hand that guides me
has long departed
I can’t give it anymore
I’m fallin through the floor
no escape
You’re old enough
to know better
that you can’t
control the weather
but that won’t stop
you from trying
to make a living
from something dying
and who could blame you
for getting tired
when your bright path
has become mired
chasing ideals
throughout your youth
now those ideals
chase you
sometimes it’s there
sometimes it isn’t
this life I built
feels like a prison
the stories over
before it started
and I’m here standing
here broken hearted
I can’t give it anymore
I’m fallin through the floor
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9. |
Punchline
03:41
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And when you look upon his guise
do you see
a knowing malice
in his eyes?
His blood is pooling on the stage,
it’s tainted
and still he looks at you
and smiles.
We were set up
to be knocked down
Tried to be sincere,
looked like a clown.
Life goes stumblin’
in jumbled decline,
a joke told by a child
without a punchline.
Laugh it up.
Go on and laugh it up.
He’s laughing at me.
He knows something I don’t.
A universal truth.
I’m not in on the joke.
My whole life
gone over my head
He won’t be chuckling
when he’s fucking dead.
And when you look upon his guise
do you see
a knowing malice
in his eyes?
His blood is pooling on the stage,
it’s tainted
and still he looks at you
and smiles.
He’s laughing at me.
He knows something I don’t.
A universal truth.
I’m not in on the joke.
My whole life over my head.
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10. |
GG
05:02
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It feels wrong
moving on
goodbye my friend
through depressive fog
and the daily slog
you’ve changed
it’s hard to see it now
but looking back somehow
you’ve changed
when you look behind
past the glacial grind
on a pitch black road
don’t know where it goes
you wake up shotgun
driven by someone
that you don’t recognize
but you see in their eyes
that they don’t really care
won’t say when, won’t say where
and they’re taking the turns
so fast the rubber burns
in a grim zig zag
on a twisted drag
and you shout, you protest
nails digging in arm rests,
but he won’t slow down,
no he won’t slow down
through depressive fog
and the daily slog
you’ve changed
it’s hard to see it now
but looking back somehow
you’ve changed
through the endless screen
and the shifting scene
you’ve changed
and when you look behind
past the glacial grind
you’ve changed
It feels wrong
moving on
goodbye my friend
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Stuck Chicago, Illinois
Photo by Miles Kalchick
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