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Powerlines
02:45
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It's hard to be taken seriously in a generation of 'you're all better than me.'
No one recognizes anything I do or think,
'there's no alluring sense in you, kid.'
We'll live our lives like Kerouac and Cassidy.
I'll find a like in everything surrounding me, cause
I was born northeast of nowhere
and I live under powerlines.
I hate to brag, but I'm proud of the life I have,
rollin out, open head. This is a story I've written since I was born,
and up yours if you think that's close to over.
Especially if you wanted our shoulders to the wheel.
Since 2011 we been keepin' it real.
It's too late if you thought this was the last time,
we're fireworks setting off in the middle of the night.
To coincide with the time which we never seem to know, or pay attention to. And on account of broken clocks and carelessness I'm always feeling late for something.
We'll cut the locks, no keys.
These traditions always be with me, cause
there's people, there's places that I'd never see
the same alluring sense of me in.
Like the backyard, or the front porch.
I'm just glad that I said, I'm coming over again.
We were born northeast of nowhere,
and we live under powerlines.
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Fairweather Friends
02:42
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I'm slowly realizing that everything I ever say is just my own self defeat, but in another way. It's not that I can't realize when I'm right and when I'm wrong, it's just I've only found complacency in stupid songs I write, for you and others... Even me. There are just some days where all i want to do is sleep, I've been staying up for hours, I don't wanna be awake. It's like you're always in my room just watching me.
That's when you're cowering, behind those crooked teeth, 'tis a tragedy for most, but it's a lesson for me. I'm talking to a ghost, you've grown so pale. Equally, it's all my fault, I shouldn't be here.
If this is everything to me, why do I even try? I feel like I'm losing everything and I'd just rather die than sit and watch you all pass me on. I'm a fairweather friend and I'd make bets on it all.
My bank account, don't contain the money to wager these things I think. Almost every friend I've made has left me in the dust, when you were the only one who ever really had my trust.
I'm making big mistakes breathing down the neck of feral feelings. There's so much that I could say. I'm fucking up every day.
These kids don't remember my birthday.
If this is everything to me, why do I even try? I feel like I'm losing everything and I'd just rather die than sit and watch you all pass me on. I'm a fairweather friend, I'd make bets on it all.
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I'd rather be a poet,
or a pale white corpse of somebody else
than spend this August night alone
Ben won't pick up his goddamn phone.
Today I woke up at 3 P.M. (Alone in my bed)
the night is where I tend to live (Trying to forget)
So we'll set fire to tragic letters
from past times we spent together
I'm just trying to do my best.
I'll remember those summer nights,
causing trouble to your neighbors' lives.
I'll remember those summer nights and I wish I could relive it all one more time.
I'll remember those summer nights,
disobeying traffic laws on our bikes.
I'm proving to myself that I can be
more than anyone said was in me.
Day in and day out I'm learning to say
The things I believe in my own way.
Think of the days you'll never regret. (And the things that were left unsaid)
Bonfire secrets that we all kept
So we'll set fire to tragic letters
Of past times we spent together
I'm just trying to get some rest
All I really wanna be is someone who took advantage of every opportunity
And if I don't get recognized, at least I'm known as the kid who wasted his time.
All I really wanna be is someone who took advantage of every opportunity
And even if in the end I choke, I'll never regret it all, and I know that
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Jetlag
02:40
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These lines on the road mark me open again.
Gas gauge is low, the van might explode but we'll make it home my friends.
I'm starting to feel at home anywhere. There's places to see, I don't know if you care.
Those knee shattering blows and the losses of my hope,
have built this up for me, I'm finding my place.
I'm not running away, I'm sitting on the overpass thinking
of all the things thrown in the trash, that could've gone wrong.
I could've wrote a sad song.
So here's to being lost,
and home feelings and open thoughts.
The pleasing sense of sympathy
the lack of life and what seems like
something I have.
A bond that we built, three years we've belonged.
I'm always here still, but I always feel so gone
starting to feel at home anywhere, there's places to live, I dunno if you care or heard it already, but we're the same going steady.
This is where I say, I've never been homesick.
This is where I say, I've been at home all along.
This is where I say, I'm okay if I'm not starving.
This is where I say, the runouts and failures are just another part of me.
This is where I say, I've never been homesick.
This is where I say, I've been at home all along.
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Give all your secrets away, complimentary with that trench of yours.
Don't believe every word they say.
They want you to be less than a friend.
I'm growing up,
I'm going nowhere
I'm going alone.
I know you don't care.
All I had left to say was that I was rifling through your promises,
please forget.
[Matthew John Cook]
I said forget
I don't feel at home
when you're always on my back
wake up and smell the roses.
Soup.
I know you don't care.
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A Turn For The Worst Nashua, New Hampshire
Andrew Dwyer-Guitar/Vocals
Ben Walker-Guitar
Paul Piwowarski-Vocals
Ramiro Mayor-Drums
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