1. |
Cornelius, Don't Go!
07:08
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Well im goin to rehab, goin to rehab
gonna rehabilitate myself by drinkin a bottle
till i cant see at all my problems
fiending for a copacetic coping option
now im screamin at a wall and askin for a lighter
and the crack pipes invited and meth is my friend
i will see you again and if you have some coke
then i will say amen and hand you a ten
and if you wanna go toke i wont tell you a lie
im smokin weed like its goin outta style
and if you wanna get weird buddy hold my beer listen here
grab the sterring wheel while i bump this ketamine
and if PCP is like MXE
why dot you give some'a'that there shit to me
passed the dutchie and you took three tokes
i dont get high off your dumbass jokes
now if you wanna take it to the next fuckin level
you blow it up your ass and praise the goddamn devil
HAIL SATAN im gettin too high but
wait did you sy you have some 2c-i
you can put it in a cap or squirt it in my eye
if it were up to me, id be eatin LSD for
brunch lunch and dinner and then for dessert
ill huff paint thinner and call your dog a jerk
strap me in we'll do some heroin
bath salts and spice make a fiend feel nice
but a little off kilter, i like my cigs with no filter
like a bad bitch with a bag of shrooms and a six pack
well i stole her liquor and ate her drugs
then i ran around town giving everybody hugs
got a couple numbers and i made a few bucks
if you wanna throw down we can buy some more drugs
meet me in the back of the big blue bus
we'll drive all night til the sun comes up
ill drink your beer and you'll huff and puff
we'll smoke some clear and then snort some stuff
FUCK THESE BITCHES ALL NIGHT SAY WHUT
unless i just cant get it up
put some gin in a jar and jump in the van
shit i lost my keys but you can follow me
we can take your car its not too far
about three quarter miles away from the bar
i know a guy named say and hes a real pal
his friend guy will get you real high
take you on the inner space tour guide
lose track of time til you lose your mind yeah
here we go now we're drivin away
and here come the cops to save the day
put the pedal to the metal through the alley way
im an offender on a bender and they know my name
the cops and the feds and the NSA
been chasin me down for 89 days
on the 90th one i bought a gun
shot the motherfuckers cause i love to run!
but if you say ive got a problem then we're gonna have some problems
im not a junky and i dont feel like talkin bout
the pills make me sick and my bloods gettin thicker
you can see me smile but you dont realize
that theres tears in my eyes underneath a streetlight
my hearts cavin in as your cars drivin by yeah
wait whats my name? and where am i goin to?
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2. |
Dangling
04:30
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Rectified, out of sight, the sky's been in gloom
haven't seen the start in several moons
sun shines bright i see the light
now a new town on the dusty ground
my heart will pound yours will to
it doesnt matter what we do
we'll get high if we try something new
its been a while i miss your smile
but its not true
ill get around to forgetting you
but its not true
see myself been through hell
dont know if its hard to tell
pretty flowers every hour on the hour
watch us melt away
Let me show you, dont you know you
cant have above without below you.
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3. |
Driftwood
05:36
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I remember the day
i left without my body
narrating away my time and
hating and doubting
through a window i see
my reflection is some sort of key
snap your finger, snap my neck in two
i dont know what to do
wont you tell me a story my dear
of how you adorerd me your end is drawing near
closing in on the edge of the city
my heart is yours oh please can you hear me
you were reborn after drivin up north
and my feelings are torn its you who i mourn
but here we lie so i say my goodbyes
and as we lay now i know how to say i loved you.
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4. |
Sinnuhboi
02:54
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i am a sinner boy
shooting at my injun toys
most of this is noise until we say farewell
i've kown a few who dwell inbetween heaven and hell
and think they're down below before they get there
i use a broken broom to sweep the dust from my shoes
back into the darkest room of the place i live
and every single month i take a healthy chuck
and throw it on my bed and let it sink right in when
i wake up from sleep i cant recall a thing i dream
happenstance or happening that happened as i died
i was getting high underneath a starry sky
right after the sun had said its last goodbyes i
think that its a shame you're gone
the water sings a simpler song
the docks we used to slip upon have crumbled to the lake
green jave they become and grey and cumbersome
i think times the only thing that'll ever weigh you down
you fucking sinner boy still shooting at you injun toys
most of this is noise until we say farewell
i've known a few who dwell inbetween heaven and hell
and think they're down below before they get there
think they're down below before they go
think they're down below before they wander
who think they're down below before they know
well ill play a calming tune to ease your troubled mind real soon
its silly just to sing things other ways
in hopin that youre here its in my heart and nowhere near
theres nothin i could need here every day
naw there's nothin i could need here everyday
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5. |
The Letter
03:11
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in a letter thats weathered and tastes like cocaine
there are some of the feelings that sort of remain
well my nostalgia, it'll doubt ya and resembles your name
broken the pieces and puzzles and games
well the boxes that they lived in have withered away
or i sold them to whoever for whatever they'd pay
theres a fortune to be made
from all of this pain and grass that is green
on the other side darlin, still i can see
that was a letter id give to you grave
but the words have escaped me cause i cant find that page
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6. |
The Jay Song
01:05
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a dog can do anything that a jay can do
with unaposable thumbs, hungover and still drunk
jay's still in bed anyway
before he's even up, the dog's changed the oil in the truck
and the dog's still hungover and still drunk
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7. |
Vice City
04:22
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playin in the yard
it feels like a graveyard
buried by static
i think im an addict
i can barely hear the voices through the walls
where the roots begin to crawl
its paper thin and i wanna see it al
its paper thin, the leaves in the fall
whats in my skin is it toxic veins
costic blood and the cost of the pain
for someone you'd adore and throw flowers on the floor
for nobody other than my vice
i kick it with my feet
stomp my shame into the ground
tired of magic
feelings and brash actions
what do you intend to see me for
you ate the key and locked the door
its paper thin but can feel you through the floor
you got in before i couldn't need you more
whats in my skin is it toxic veins
costic blood and the cost of the pain
for someone youd adore and throw flowers on the floor
for nobody other than my vice
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8. |
Pull of a Breeze
06:05
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well i've been waiting for you
and at times i know its true
i've been calling you already knew
if you could paint me a picture of exactly what you mean
when you say that you love me
i become weak in the knees
and i seem to believe
the pull of a breeze appears to be
not what it seems but
its rippling the idea of what it means
what could it be thats so confusing
you're holding my hand whatever you like ill buy
anything you say im sold and im heading that way
i crave more of what you've paid for each and everyday
you're waiting, decaying for changing my ways
but lately im breaking away from the games that we play
by choosing, you're losing what put you in a haze
and leaving to see clearly for the rest of the day
on and on now, its troubling how you dictate
what we make and you're keeping count
of everytime that i seem to break and the amount
that it takes im not allowed to say that i cant
see the reason why you had to say goodbye last night
i thought that it would be the last time
i see the reason why you had to say goodbye tonight
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Chartreuse Noose Anchorage, Alaska
Chris Lesesne, Sid Conklin and Lucas Coble bringing our sad to ears and hearts since July 2017.
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