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None here, but oh you just wait....
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2. |
Burgundy Curtains
04:46
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I see the girl in the Burgundy
with Burdens in her eyes
She likes to wear her problems
like the truth of her disguise
she wants to know an answer
the smokes that cloud her sighs
this girl wear her mascarra
likes it's the guise that wants to die
please tell me about your distance,
the displacement of your time
let me get lost in your illusions
all the stories on the lines
I'm never hurt by joking words
that are sour like a lime
let me soak up all your tears dear
because depression ain't a crime
Yes I
I can see you
You hide
but let me show you
when the curtains are open
and the stage awaits
and the show is beginning
and you don't want to escape
this makes me wish I knew you
but you're yet to be my fate
you're yet to be my fate
you're yet to be my fate
I'm like Voltaire's twin brother
I'm agog and I'm aghast
everyone has a role dear,
you just haven't been cast
(you haven't been cast)
I want to open these curtains
and see you standing there
Oh, I don't know my fate either girl
so please, don't you be scared
I'm a comic strip word dear
I'm the bam and I'm the pow
Oh don't let your fear take over girl
when you hear the dreamer's sound
Yes I
I can see you
You hide
but let me show you
when the curtains are open
and the stage awaits
and the show is beginning
and you don't want to escape
this makes me wish I knew you
but you're yet to be my fate
you're yet to be my fate
(show them what's behind the curtain Zach)
*Awesome fucking guitar solo*
Yes I
I can see you
You hide
but let me show you
when the curtains are open
and the stage awaits
and the show is beginning
and you don't want to escape
this makes me wish I knew you
but you're yet to be my fate
you're yet to be my fate
you're yet to be my fate
I'm like Voltaire's twin brother
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3. |
Those Eyes (freestyle)
04:34
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It's a freestyle ;)
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4. |
Smartass
05:13
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*Real freaky Joker-type laugh*
I'm a blanket covered water puddle
got voices in my head
and I call that shit the mutter shuttle
I'm in a bit of a pickle
My thoughts are like water and I watch as they trickle
out of my mouth as my mind rewinds
to take back the words of worser line
to make an absurd one
a better rhyme
to make a crude Cymbal
a better sign
or a better sound
take back my shape
because it's just too round
round and round like a merry-go-round
Nursery rhymes amongst
a crowded shroud
my mind is rattled because
it's just too loud
please Mam, will you turn it down?
she turns around
and slaps me in the face
get a little taste of our recipe debased
our guitars are drugs
and our strings our laced
Actions passing
Fractioned factions
Broken Minds
are still impacting,
train tracks of a passive traction
hipster scarves
and weird attraction
Does blankness really cause me pain
shooting bows full of color, don't see no rain
keeping score in my mind
Cause this ain't a game
and if it was you wouldn't know
because you're just inane
yes you, you, I know who you are
you tried to run from me
but you couldn't get far
from the unorthodoxy blocking your heart
like a cracked mirror
or a held in fart
I'm indifferent to your indifference
you think you special
but you ain't different
and I know what I'm talking about
because shit, I live in difference
Yo, we're addicting
you won't know what the dose is
The supercalafrag to your expealidocious
and know that it's ok if you wrote it
but don't deny the fire
when it becomes explosive
(Hipster scarves and beat up rompers)
(talking in a song, you can call it converse)
(Hipster scarves and beat up rompers)
(talking in a song, you can call it converse)
Actions passing
Fractioned factions
Broken Minds
are still impacting,
train tracks of a passive traction
hipster scarves
and weird attraction
*Break*
Actions passing
Fractioned factions
Broken Minds
are still impacting,
train tracks of a passive traction
hipster scarves
and weird attraction
I'm a Smart Ass
I'm a Smart Ass
I'm a Smart Ass
I'm a Smart Ass
I'm
A
Smart
ASS
I'm a
Smart Ass
I'm a
Smart Ass
I'm a
Smart Ass
I'm a
Smart Ass
I'm a Fucking Smart Ass
*loud Punk rant*
We Are
We Are
We Are
Smart Ass
We Are
Smart Ass
We Are
Smart Ass
We Are
Smart Ass
We Are
Smart Ass
We Are
Smart Ass
We Are
SMART ASS
(Fuck this shit, I'm out)
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Lights on Lights off
Sensations in my mind
Doctor gave me my fill of pills
Medication so sublime
Change is a factor
killed by my psychiatrist's eyes
and regret floods my thoughts
I got rain in my mind
do I know how to swim?
Do I know how to Kill?
These ideas become a voice
And this voice is so shrill
saying, "I know that sometimes you're affected,
But these issues just need some acceptance."
So I go back to the mirror,
the land I once was
got drunk off what I wanted to be
it was more of a buzz
The jokes became a raft
and I jumped on through the flood
and this may sound cliche
But it led me to love
Sometimes I wish I could be more than just a freak
I saw my future self, well just a little peek
and he said to me
We're all freaks
We're all weirdos
But I know what we're doing here
I know we belong here
I know we be-
Long time since I've seen a line in bloom
Wrong time to send a rhyme to my room
(yo yo yo yooo)
Cut the veins of black daffodil
Here’s the deal
Sometimes I don’t feel the way
the way I really want to feel
This is real this is life
And the razors of a knife
As I cater to the strife
Found a flicker in the light
Trying to bend my morals,
but my principles are rigid
Shit I know its all just a given
And sadly it's because I chose living
Took a risk for the man in the morning
now I'm livid
And I'm looking to the past like a study guide
Flipping my perspectives trying to see another side
Is that why I'm the funny guy, the artist, the geek
The nerd, the dork, the light, the weak
The irritant, repellent and disease
I may be all those things, but I'm proud to be a freak
I'm a freak
We're all weirdos
But I know what we're doing here
I know we belong here
woah woah
She's running out
again
She's running out
She runs runs runs
Runs
She Runs
*Continued vamp of chorus mixed with various freestyled elements and a little rap*
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6. |
Inheritive
04:37
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hopeless romanticism is the division
Between searching for soul and hiding behind cynicism
fantasize and despise
contradictions inside prisms
As our prison takes shape?
Nah I'm just kidding
Winning or losing
Taking blame or accusing
Caressing or abusing
Moderating, overusing
Fusing two hearts like two parts of a finale
Waiting years for nothing, while others dilly dally
Take youth with a grain of salt
cause life is salt valley
How many times do my dreams
seem to beam me on a screen
seeing me gleam with a bleak physique
while I scream? Ahhh!!!
We wanna be you we wanna him
We wanna be good we wanna sin
But don't compare me
Please don't compare me
No don't compare me
We wanna be fire we wanna liars
We wanna be radio songs and fake smiles
But Don't Compare me
Please Don't compare
No Don't compare me
Waiting waiting waiting
Prioritizing contemplating
On thin ice, I'm skating
Mirror looking
And debating
Am I crazy as of late?
Or is crazy just a word
Is there respect for what I create
Or my ideas just unheard -- of
Love me I need
Some attention
When I read the on the back
Of a nightmare’s reed
Play ocarina’s, send me to sleep
Cars in my head they count like sheep
The traffic is subtle, but the oils seeps
Though the cracks of what I've seen that so obscene
oil leaders going green
Fake ass shit, change ain't free
everyone wants to change the world
And no one wants to pay the fee
So put black inside our minds
And let the rest go into the seas
See!! AHHH---
We wanna be you we wanna him
We wanna be good we wanna sin
But don't compare me
Please don't compare me
No don't compare me
We wanna be fire we wanna liars
We wanna be radio songs and fake smiles
But Don't Compare me
Please Don't compare
No Don't compare me
*Continued of various jammed elements and froggy fun* ;)
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7. |
Lighthouse Market
04:27
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I wish that my fingers would make the pictures that i see
pictures of black stars, waterless seas
the voice of a wing is the buzz of bee
the stick(s) of foreseeing shepherd with a flock of sheep
but oh shit….
Wait, wait
wait! wait! wait!
wait plot twist
Shyamalan, we got this
it turns out as thoughts wheels burnout
that we have no growing left to do
and this is how we turned out
But there's a way, I promise you, there's a way,
to change what you’ve become and change it all today
if you whisper to one of the ships, lost by the bay
where the markets sold souls,
now they’re all decayed
the lighthouse, right now, shining lights on the water
the fluorescence of my heart spreads across like butter
the captain of the ship is bleeding a tear
and the monster in the water
is shedding his fear
embedded in the scales used to balance evils
like the skin of a creature
with a mind so feeble
couldn't satisfy his ambition with a bottle or a needle
he dared to dream, and died like Knievel
I told my daddy about my goals and he said just stop it
We buy all our dreams at a lighthouse market
he burst into the water and tried reversing the flow
tried to get it to go but the boat wouldn’t row
he saw the water flip under itself and flop back
god saw the whole thing, didn’t change facts
because factual isn’t actual,
all facts are theories
how do we know the voice on the phone isn’t just siri?
please fear me fear me, dominance makes me teary
emotion as a sedative makes the whole mood eerie
like a swamp,
pompous is the man who won’t stop it
but maybe he just can’t understand the whole concept
cars trying to fly with stars, ha, wrong trek
..... ..... ..... ..... .....
Yea, ah, wrong trek
Riding down frowns in a Poseidon town
Let inspiration win the battle, don't fight it now
The fires of my rhythm are ignited now
And when you see me in the market, write this down
I told my daddy about my goals and he said just stop it
We buy all our dreams at a lighthouse market
I told my daddy about my goals and he said just stop it
We buy all our dreams at a lighthouse market
Light house Market
Light house market
I told my daddy about my goals and he said just stop it
*simultaneous w/ Chorus* - (Light house market)
We buy all our dreams at a light house Market
(Light house market)
I told my daddy about my goals and he said just stop it
We buy all our dreams at a lighthouse market
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8. |
A Toast
06:07
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Pinewood trees can see
The smiling lights
Exuberance ornamentally
looking for flight
Flying quiet into the night
Like a silent kite
And the song speaks out loud
But the silence writes
Curve of the letter
For worse or for the better
Of texture upon a feather
My Lectures are the weather
Rain came and spoke
The truth of my youth
Without the snow of passions
I have no use
The lightening of my vibe
Thrives off a fuse
And the light on my message
Is Like sun on a noose
Let me give you a clue
I'm a guitar string singing the blues
I'm an alarm clock glock
Shooting the snooze
Betrayal on my artistic trail
Et tu
Brute the whole plan
Of man is a ruse
Fate prophecy legacy
However you see it
Timelines Philistines
I know the lost soul’s creed its
Immediate
The gut of my luck got cut
And now it's bleeding
I'm dancing with my mind
And the other guy is leading
damn, aren’t our minds deceiving?
we’re uneducated tutors
looking for a future
but there’ll be many tomorrows
so let go of your sorrow
we never learn our lesson
it's cause we’re made of obsessions
to the romantics and the stoics
let’s toast to this moment
the worst imperfection are the ones that we notice the most
but damn the imperfections let’s just have a toast
A toast a toast a toast (to you to you to you)
a toast a toast a toast (to us to all of us)
raise your glasses up,
even if you don’t have one
excuse the cliche
but damn let’s just have fun
leave your worries at the door
this is all i’m asking
don’t cry for something ending
smile for when it happens
and as for the flaws
like I said don’t stress
just groove real smooth
and listen to this pledge
perfection
is an impossible lens
a perspective through
which imperfection is sin
but it doesn’t matter
cause we’re all made of matter
if we all sulk and cry,
the world only gets sadder
achieving perfection is climbing
with broken ladders
so if eating makes you happy
just get fatter
but know that maybe you’ll die
I mean we all do,
but maybe you faster than I
If a bigger size is you,
don’t live a lie
but consequence is the expense
that we pay to feel alive
we’re uneducated tutors
looking for a future
but there’ll be many tomorrows
so let go of your sorrow
we never learn our lesson
it's cause we’re made of obsessions
to the romantics and the stoics
let’s toast to this moment
the worst imperfection are the ones that we notice the most
but damn the imperfections let’s just have a toast
A toast a toast a toast (to you to you to you)
a toast a toast a toast (to us to all of us)
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9. |
Mr. Regret
04:31
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(The Live version is a little different-The second verse has been altered from The Sidewalk Edition Since)**
Mr. Regret
You're the oil that drives the car driving by my Dreams
Mr. Regret
You're the lonely face in the mirror that just ain't me
Mr. regret
You're my wife, You're my daughter, and even my son
Mr. Regret
You're the sin and the confession in one
But Mr. Regret
I won't forget What you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget what you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget What you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget what you did to me
Mr. Regret
You're a memory burnt into the bloody walls of my head
Mr. Regret
You're the ability to dream fast asleep without being dead
Mr. Regret
I hate you more than a wild stallion seems to hate a mount
Mr. Regret
yet you're the thing I think most about
And Mr. Regret
I won't forget What you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget what you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget What you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget what you did to me
*Hella Fire Drum Solo Leading to.....*
You took my heart and you took my soul
You took the warm and you made it cold
You took my job and you took my life
but Mr. Regret, you won't take my vibe
You took my heart and you took my soul
You took the warm and you made it cold
You took my job and you took my life
but Mr. Regret,
I can bet that
Mr. Regret
I won't forget What you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget what you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget What you did to me
Mr. Regret
I won't forget what you did to me
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Stonefrogs and The Micstand Sleepy Hollow, New York
Once upon a time, there were three stone frogs
living in a forest, scratch that, a bog
they played their
instruments and sang some songs
but they needed a singer to sing along
so they searched for a singer, and they searched for a stand
they searched for a mic and they searched for a man
a particular type of artist
a renaissance, writer, a fighter, a smart-ass
lets just say
they found him....
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