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Pyle On
01:42
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Pile on me again
And watch the innocent get loud
We are right where lost
Then found then lost then found that sound
Pile on, get ahead
Then lose your ground again
Pile on, get ahead
Then lose your ground again
Breath fog in those single file lines
And fire drills
We are right where we won
Then lost then won then lost those thrills
Pile on, get ahead
Then lose your ground again
Pile on, get ahead
Then lose your ground again
I'm bringing all of the songs I learn to Psychosocial
While you dig your grave
The distance saves
Me from the constant expectation of what trend I should
Pretend to be
You pile on me
Pile on, get ahead
And lose your ground again
Pile on, get ahead
And lose your ground again
Pile on, get ahead
And lose, your ground again
Pile on, get ahead
And lose your ground again
Pile on, get ahead
Pile on, get ahead
Pile on, get ahead
Pile on, get ahead
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Friend / Foe
03:01
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Woke up today and felt a pinch inside of my head
Woke up this morning and I heard voices, voices creeping in
Woke up this morning and the buzz behind my eyes
It's like a vice grip, it's like the demons hands rolling shooters dice
But then you come in
And you help me out
I say "hallelujah!", although I don't believe in god
I could stand to listen, for a little while
Sleep it comes
Sleep it goes
The work's harder now than way back when I started this
I'm a duller edge, stumbling, without a way to sharpen it
The fight or flight, that rush of spit before you vomit
The sweat that's running down your brow
Yet you still take it because you want it.
And it's the right idea
You gotta take it when it's coming
And it's the right idea
You'll learn eventually I promise
It's the right idea
But it can kill you if you want it
But it's the right idea
I promise
Sleep it comes
Sleep it goes
And I can feel it coming
Like the end of the world
And I'll be singing, laughing, dancing
On the graves of all my foes
I can feel it coming
It's when my eyes slip closed
And I'll be singing, laughing, dancing
With all my friends in tow
(I won't regret it)
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3. |
Re-Animate the Goons
02:54
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Twenty years in a guillotine
Maybe it's the ketamine
That put that freeze in his chest
Last rights at a funeral
Maybe it's the cannibals
That put that hole in his head
Would they get along?
If the roles were reversed
Would they get along?
Maybe the whole thing's cursed
Falling, right back where
I melt down, I cry out
All of our seams
They pull apart so clean
Someone come staple them up
Those goons that had a chance
Reanimate them fast
Someone come staple them up
Forty years for a quick fix
Maybe it's logistics
But it's still in my way
I never really had a good shot
Giving him a safe spot
I never really knew what to say
Don't fall asleep
With the sound so loud
Don't fall asleep
You're in a lost and found
Right brain on
Left brain close
Follow suit
In the spinal column
All of our seams
They pull apart so clean
Someone come staple them up
Those goons that had a chance
Reanimate them fast
Someone come staple them up
Right brain on
Left brain close
Follow suit
In the spinal column
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When I went off to bed
The Promise kept creeping in
They'll put my body in a dream
They'll never tell me when I sin
Just feed the universal truth (no death this size)
Surrender will and never grieve (is too big to lie)
No, I'll find my God inside a madness
Eject the pods and follow the beam (dream)
But don't get
Lost in space
Lost in space
Lost in space
Lost in space
And here it comes again
Another ideal, blind
All drenched in gold
Sweet like a bitter wine
A boarding ship won't lie (who protects the king?)
'Bout who went eye for eye (from himself this time?)
He's living well past his life
So we shot him dead and let his soul get
Lost in space
Lost in space
Lost in space
Lost in space
Ya got a heart of gold, kid, but never let 'em dictate where ya go
Ya got a heart of gold, kid, just leave 'em in knot when you leave the room
Floating together in a scene
We see the stars were never king
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We all feel strong yet waste away
I note the fall, that slow malaise
I'm not appalled, I'm just ok
collapse on us, that slow decay
I think it's close
Blindly roaming slow
Skin and bones
We all feel strong yet waste away
I note the fall, I mark the date
I'm not appalled, but I'm not okay
Collapse on us, this history
I will always be one of the stronger ones
Until I note the fall and then tomorrow comes
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i wouldn’t come with those opinions,
slack jaw slang; uncanny pose.
yr not one in twenty million,
you’ll never find yr way back home.
but i’m not here right now.
i’m riding out.
and i’m so high i can’t come down.
and i’ve got my own opinions
about how my spine should be.
talking heads denounce civilians,
on static fuzz garbled tv.
i’m a ghost inside my house.
i hang around.
but i’m so high i can’t come down.
you manifest all this pain to life
the form inverts and contorts to size
i find im drawing a line
from where i tried to hide,
did you try to hide?
then that feeling inverts
the light; it shines bright,
haunts the desolate night.
i find i’m falling away
from where i’ve tried to hide,
but did you try to find?
i’m a ghost inside my house.
i float around.
i haunt this house. i haunt this house.
stepped out of the cave, clocked in.
stumble around, stumble back to bed.
cbd gummy salesman’s spent
he’s shuffling out, dealer, shuffle me in.
i’m trying to rewire my head
glue it down to the boards, into the floor, dead.
im missing what i can’t suspect,
im flailing around, stumble back to bed.
lighten up.
overfill our cups.
let it swallow us.
let it swallow us.
cop car lit ablaze, locked fists.
a fire alarm, smartphone cam clips.
drum and bass, fat analogue synth
wires and drums, we dance languageless
don’t worry what the government says,
it’s all a blackout, the internets gone dead.
cbd gummy salesman’s spent,
he’s shuffling out, dealer, shuffle me in.
out of gas on the backroads, half past midnight.
shotgun, unfazed, turns and lends his insight:
“get it wrong, or get it right.
it’s all work once it’s out in the spotlight.”
get it wrong get it right.
history repeats despite.
get it wrong get it right.
history’s a work; ears plugged tight.
there are ghosts inside my house,
and at my lowest i falter and let them out.
now there’s a car on fire but no one’s around.
catch a clip with the smartphone to distance yourself.
desolate country; no one’s getting out.
city on fire, smoke plume blots it out.
and i’m so high i can’t come down.
all that’s left is a smoke plume, an open mouth.
i’m digging tunnels, a network underground.
smoke plume, open mouth.
and i’m so high i can’t come down.
i’m riding out.
i won’t be coming down.
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Petrol Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
four piece indie/punk band. kelly green is a spaceship.
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