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Extended Whine
02:24
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I climbed a mountain in my dream last night
Wet mud caking my shoes
When we reached the end my legs were heavier than lead
But even then it was less stressful than all life's dotted lines.
I need two houses for my conscience
One to live in, one to hide
From all life's little problems that can pile up nonstop
But two mortgages are more than I handle at a time
Caffeine's a godsend for the focus
A cup of coffee or two
Can send me hurtling headfirst into anxiety or work
There's no telling, but perfectionism's my eternal curse
Deadlines take away the fun part
Getting work done's not the chore
Giving it my all in my own time is the cure
Maybe it's a discipline I lack
And there's no coming back.
[Bridge]
Every time I'm making progress
The goalposts like to up and run
Like a clockwise argument, binge eating or a nap
It feels like nothing ever happened while ample time has passed
While wear and tear breaks down my wallet
Money costs money to make
Maybe if my car explodes then I won't have to work
I won't be going out this month or year, but could be worse
Gives me time to work on projects
One of 10 I've left behind
Not to mention an album's worth of barely finished songs
I don't know how to terminate a melody at all
So I hope you all like this one
Took me two hours to write
And by the time we play again,
I'll probably have gone
Over these words once or twice and decided they were wrong
But now my drive is gone
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2. |
Artists With No Hands
01:13
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Left hand
Right hand
All the same to artists with no hands
Right foot,
left foot
Right foot on the left
A new age of media smacks us in the gob
Bleeding out the hopes of up and comers looking for a job
Welcome to a song and dance once performed by you
But now it simply wears your voice and face and soon your attitude
Right thumb,
Left pinky
Maybe the distinction's not so clear
Don't get,
Your hopes up,
Cuz left foot's on the left
Algorithms blend and glean good data from the bad
You can feed it ugly poison, that might only make it mad
From a single ounce of input, through logic it derives
A million ways to make that data pleasing to the eye
Souls are
Now forfeit
Plagiarism's simply just a word
Looks good,
No question,
Now right hand's on the right
Might have nipped it in the bud through more apprehensive law
Sure you can tell the difference, now go show it to your mom
I bet some loser in here thinks human hands are flawed
So while your toiling hands get hard we'll let the software draw
Count them,
10 fingers
Count them 10 fingers
Count them,
10 fingers,
Count them 10 fingers
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3. |
Double-Tap
01:38
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Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
Why would projecting any meaning be the goal,
when we can do the things we do just for flash and show
And some of them might even be impressed
But even more of them are gonna know
So give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
I'm hooked on minor pleasures
But I'm hardly in the race
So tell me what I mean to you
And double-tap my face
I know they're just some snippets
Of the mess that is my life
But I just need someone out there
To tell me I'm alright
And give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
Took a million shots and thought they looked like crap
But I'll be damned if anyone thinks that I ever look bad
I probably shouldn't eat this heavy meal
But fuck those starving children, take a picture, in the trash
And give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
I'm hooked on minor pleasures
But I'm hardly in the race
So tell me what I mean to you
And double-tap my face
I know that they're just snippets
From the mess that is my life
But I just need someone out there
To tell me I'm alright
So give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
Give me that
Give me that
Give me that
Double tap
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4. |
Conflict-O-Ray
01:42
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See it
Believe it
What a wonder modern science has made
Just my 50-foot long
Converted roughly from metric
Sattelite-based Conflict-O-Ray
Oh no
It might start with a look
Or a mispoured cup of coffee
Whatever sets you off
Like a light switch
Everyone around you
Just might see a primal instinct ripping through
And any moment now
They'll feel it too
No lasers
Or bombs
It's no barbaric war machine like you've seen
It's an ultra-concentrated
Dose of pure unbridled hatred
Sent to earth on an infrared beam
Oh no
Once the outbreak's started
There'll be no one to blame
Not that you'll care for whos or whys
with your amygdala inflamed
You'll see
Just how cruel humankind can truly be with
A touch of
Acute neuropathy
The unaffected bastions at the corners of the globe
Did well to keep their whereabouts in places I don't know
But somewhere around hour three
The one to worry about won't be me
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5. |
Peace
01:41
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Time now for wasteful patterns
To which we've lost another year
If at least one med is working
You just might allay some fear
But nothing seems to work when you are low
And when you're feeling up you wish that time would slow
That's when you turn to Google with your ills
But you've burnt through every answer and you know nothing still
Whoah
One method of control
Convinces you that you're enough
The other one repeats a mantra
You're missing something we've all got
An introspective journey's just the key
But what works even better is to spend money
Your happiness is not a guarantee
Only that you might become a good machine
Whoah
Structure comes just after patience
Pleasure makes that structure fall
Once you're standing in the rubble
You may not know peace at all
But peace is an overrated state of being
Use that anxious energy to say something
Maybe that's where you will find your calm
And not in expectations that you might never meet
Whoah
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6. |
Get Good
01:02
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One, two, three, four, five
Oh yeah I've seen it
That self-assured look on your face
And brother I've been there
I don't know if you've got what it takes
You got to get good
Get good
Too many people think they're all that.
They got to get good
Get good
Back the confidence with some facts
Now I'm a bit of hypocrite
Sometimes I speak before I can act
And there's nothing to show for it
All the time I spent back in the lab
It's not a crime to just get good
Get good
Hyperbolic time chamber-it-up
And tell your friends you've got to get good
Get good
And you'll see them when you think it's enough
One, two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
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BLASTER New York
Fast, melodic Punk from Long Island, NY.
est. 2019
reborn 2024
Format your friends. Let down your firewalls
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