1. |
The All Is Lost Moment
01:33
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Chords: C G E7 F
G E7 A- F
would you like to to out for a smoke with me
I would love to fill the gaps inside your schedule when you're free
I could light your cigarette butt off of mine
we both know it's not healthy but it helps us pass the the time
I get nervous thinking that I'll always be
the reason you get stares when we're walking down the street
rip me open root around for what you'd like
take my breath away and keep it even if my lungs are black
got a light?
got a crush?
got a reason why your face is getting flush
it's a crime
that we can't stay in bed
is there romance in the fact that politicians want us dead?
would you like to go out on a date with me
maybe I could call you handsome and you call me pretty
is it cliché that you make me want to be
a slightly better person when you're standing next to me
could you tell me one more time that it's okay
that you don't give an uh huh bout what boring people say
its the queerest feeling looking in your eyes
you know something no one else does when I'm standing in the light
I hope you're right
would you like to go out for a smoke with me?
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2. |
Pathétique
02:57
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chords-
verse and such: E D Asus A
pre chorus: C#-7 A
chorus- E D A A
There is nothing I can do
Bout this knot inside my chest
You smell like plum and rosewater
I've got mold growin' in my head
You gave me 3 goodbye kisses
I'm still high from how they feel
Who needs drugs when I've got you
Pray to god that this is real
Feel like I'm back in high school
Feel like Im wasting your time
I am inherently worse
Then everyone who I'm just like
I'll still rot right by your side
Please just tell me what to do
All I want is to be useful
All I want is to be used
Bruise me break me
Just don't fucking make me
Look inside the mirror
Sweetheart!
Call me pretty
In our little daydrean
Or I'll never hear it
In my life again
do you think that we could make this last forever
Wanna feel like this again
Stomach heaving shaky breathing
I think I should do more drugs
Sorry if I bored you baby
Sorry I wasn't enough
Wish that I was what you needed
a housewife, boyfriend, hedonist
you just met me at the wrong time
guess it's over, that was it
So lie to my face gimme all the clichés
You think you can muster
Sweetheart
Make me worried that I'll never be known
by another person
In my life again
I wish we could make this last a little longer
Wanna goodbye kiss again
So I'll be stuck right where I am
Smoking til my lungs colapse
Skin will hang right off my bones
I can be an alley cat
Changing absolutely nothing
With my worthless attitude
When they finally put me down
Least I'll give the worms some food
at least I'll have a little use
I hope I had a little use
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3. |
Motorcycle!
02:25
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chords:
verse- A E x3 B B
chorus- A G#- F#- E
F#
I'd just like a little confirmation that was real
Did I make you feel the way you always made me feel
The way you do when you talk about him
I just want something that I could remember you by
Without the thought of someone else giving you butterflies
If you loved me why'd I never ever make you nervous
Cause we were making out in alleys and getting lost
Lookin for groceries
It's like one second I'm strung out on you
And the next I'm getting clean
Maybe I'm an idiot
It never meant that much to you
But that would make you a liar
And I always had a better image of you
Than you had of yourself
better image of you than you had of yourself
Motorcycle motorcycle!
Manic walking home an hour from your air bnb
Freaking out and smoking my whole pack as soon as I leave
aint it bullshit that's the last night you kissed me
I'm so sorry I'm pathetic when it comes to you
Just thought you weren't the type to be pathetic too
Clearly thats not the case, just didn't make the cut
I lost my peace of mind chasing a better version of me
all for someone who gets bitter when they're trying to be sweet
Maybe I'm an idiot
It didnt mean that much to you
But that would make you a liar
I always had a better image of you
Than you had of yourself
better image of you than you had of yourself
maybe I'm just jaded
You gave me everything you had
but i honestly don't remember it's all just
motorcycle motorcycle crash crash crash
Maybe I never shoulda let myself open up while I was trying to grow
maybe you shoulda got your shit worked out
I always had a better image of you than I had of myself
better image of you than I had of myself
Motorcycle motorcycle!
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4. |
Livestock
04:36
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chords: (capo on 2)
chorus- C C/B A- G
F E- G G
verse- C G A- E-
pre chorus- C D- E- F G G
A- A-/B C D- E- E- G G
there's a rest stop
somewhere in pennsylvania
and you don't know which bathroom to enter
you can choose
to be preyed on
or you can hope that they will not make u the predator
what if you embarass them
they will make your body the problem
aren't we tired?
it will bleed me til I'm dry
make a leather coach bag out of my hide
i dream when it cuts me open, maybe you'll see there's somebody inside
but for now im livestock
and there's a man
who hangs by the market
he is confident in the way he wears his crooked teeth
he asks politely
some impolite questions
like why aren't you smiling, and what do you have in your jeans
and he's staring at your chest
getting off at the fears inside of your head
aren't we scared?
it will bleed me til I'm dry
make a leather coach bag out of my hide
and i dream when it cuts me open, you'll finally see there's a person inside
but for now im livestock
there's a room
in every city
filled to the brim with recyclable cotton
and its feeding
on people like you
poor or queer or black or just tired of your cages
and they hang you til you're blue
cause you're card didn't go through
it's a message to us all
we're a short power trip away from the slaughterhouse
aren't we drained?
it will bleed me til I'm dry
make a leather coach bag out of my hide
and dreaming of pity's been worthless, so I think I'll spit in its face til I die
but for now im livestock
in America's eyes
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5. |
End of an Era
04:23
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chords:
pretty much everything- G Cmaj7
the rest- F E-
january feeling poison in you bones and you think that you could flush it maybe if you get the dosage right
while i feel all of the hate, in your body and your brain, dirty stares when you walk down the street
Shitty friends, ruby garbage on the sidewalk, and a pile of clothes so big it could come alive and murder me
And your heart, buried under suitcase luggage bleeding smog into your brain until you couldn't get up
tell me do I look alright
honey do I look alright
I'm terrified at the passage of time
I wonder what you think of it
it's so hard to get a read on you
i wish youd would hate it too
in a strangers house surrounded by new friends
And I think all of the drugs are finally starting to catch up with me
Lovely faces ugly skin, twisting body horror grins, dirty noses dripping glue like macaroni art
And I think I'm just like them, a grotesque of what I was, fell apart so much this year all of my screws are loose
I'm disgusted thinking you might see me like this
When one pulls me in to kiss me I think I might throw up but
they brush my hair across my face and call me beautiful
I look away cause if they stare to long they won't say such sweet things
2 months later and I'm fucked up at the show, got your ticket but i dont remember seeing you,
spent an hour in the dorm, putting my eyeliner on, I felt pretty without anyone else
screaming songs I didn't know,
sweating glitter into gold, alchemy of bruising skin becoming chrysalis
all alone but i was there, it was something in the air, i don't have to be somebody I'm not
turn my body into dust
turn my body into clay
build me into something worse
I was so afraid to ever leave the house
now I'm begging for a reason to go out
getting hurt and falling in love with everyone
I trip so much: I never walk I run
doing things that probably aren't so good for me
at least I'm doing anything at all
it's the end of an era of attrition
now we fall apart in, coalition
it won't be like this again
it won't be like this again
gotta use it while we can
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chords:
verse- G E- D7 CMaj7
everything else- G C A7 C
I'm not paranoid I'm just unlucky and a psychic
I see shit that shouldn't happen everyday I try to fight it
But the future's predetermined and it wants to fuck with you
It's just hard to face the fact that there is nothing we can do
So if you see me getting anxious you should probably run away
And if I'm tapping on my legs too much it's better not to stay
I'm not saying I'm the reason I just don't have a response
If I'm being honest I think I'm just prone to loss
I like taking stimulants for my adhd
Fill my head with punk rock daydreams
Screaming "pirates life for me!"
I talk so much I think I'm saying absolutely nothing
No reason I'm a fuck up no one to blame but my bad luck and
If my god complex starts showing you should knock me down a peg
Not everything's about me but it is inside my head
I don't think I'm a bad person I just think about bad things
I just hope they finally leave me when my mouth opens to sing
Sometimes bad things happen just because
Like the time your parents called the cops on Lizzy's house while we were doing drugs
You ran away
They finally realized you'd been missing for six weeks
But maybe good things happen cause the cops didn't say shit about the weed
We don't talk anymore cause you treated everyone like shit
I will never know if you found the strength to rise above it
Hope you did
honestly I think you're always gonna suck
But I'm trying to be more optimistic because sometimes bad things happen just because
Sometimes bad things happen just because
Like the time you fell for someone who was hotter and could give you better love
That was the end
No matter what we did it wouldn't have worked out
But maybe good things happen cause at least I have shit to write about
Like I would've baked you daan tat to cheer you up on lunar new year
maybe if I kept my mouth shut I wouldn't be living my worst fears
Probably not!
but it's ok because I like to be your friend, and I am trying to be more optimistic cause
Sometimes bad things happen just because
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7. |
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chords:
verse- G B C D C G
chorus- D C B-
bridge- G C E- D
please don't get any ideas I never loved you
im sorry that I said it I was crying I was drunk and I lied
you were just another subject of my infatuation
like anarchy and great tv and, getting high
and I know
one of these days I gotta grow up
but not today
please don't get any ideas I'd never hate you
this would be a whole lot easier if I wanted you dead
i just know that I have trouble reconciling with the fact that
reality is different than the image I made up in my head
and I know
I actually care a lot about politics and art and you
but I know
I'm always gonna be a poseur with a debilitating point of view
see I make up excuses for caring about things
when I end up getting hurt
doesn't make up for the fact
that I've been half assing
everything that I hold dear
so please don't get any ideas I never loved you
but it doesn't mean I wouldn't drop everything the moment you called
we gotta have eachother's back in this fucking hellhole
I'm sorry that I've been a stranger to my friends
and I know
this pessimism is getting me nowhere
oh I know
I care for you like primetime tv
and brushing up on Emma goldman
and I think
yeah I wanna believe
if that's not love for you my friend
then what's the point of caring at all
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8. |
Chess St.
03:26
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chords:
verse- E E7 x2 A A
chorus- F#- A F#- E B7
interlude- A A/B E E7
outro- C B7 E A F#- B7 E A
my skin is always splotchy
cause my clothes are always dirty
and i spent the whole day moving
in 90 degree weather
and the sweat
soaked into my jeans
and watered the bug bites
i never shave my legs
but I hate to see them hairy
so I just dont wear shorts
cause the thought of it is scary
that I have to put in work
to be the person I've been dreaming of
cause I am lazy
and I bum too many cigs
and I'd rather stay at yours
than bus back home
cause the only thing thats worse
then getting up and doing laundry
are the things i have to face when I'm alone
so it took about a month
to organize my room
cause id never really thought
of making someplace feel like home
I put flyers on the wall,
keep the radiators low cause I run hot
I get too tired to take the stairs
so I pass out on the loveseat
I think that I'm pathetic
but really I'm just lucky
cause I have a place to stay that's pretty cheap
and I get to have a loveseat
but I'm still scared
of doing nice things for myself
how I sleep until I miss the setting sun
but we find furniture for free
we put records on to clean
I feel better when I get the dishes done
so we started planning dinners
I made rice and beans with chicken
and we couldn't find cilantro
so we bought a plant to pick from
and it died pretty quick
Even though I watered it pretty often
I don't always take good care
of the skin that I am in
it is slow work teaching myself to be kind
so maybe it's not punk
and maybe it's not cool
but while I'm here I'm learning to put in the time!
for once im smoking on my own front porch
I think I could start to learn
to treat my body like a blessing
not a dorm room
and my friends and i will
lay down on my couch
take your shoes off in my house
this can be a place where we can get some rest
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9. |
Moth Song
04:14
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chords:
verse- C G F A-
pre chorus- Bb A-7
A- G F
chorus- C G F F C G F A-
Baby I feel like a moth tonight
Staring dead ahead into the bathroom light
Buzzing and buzzing my body feels fuzzy
I'll stumble back home when this party's done
I like to float above everything
Tomorrow I'll throw up and i'll regret none of it
I don't have to think while bent over the sink
I don't have to try to get over it
Swerving through bodies I'll make my escape to the
Kitchen I open the fridge in a haze til I
Find what I want and my pupils begin to glaze
And the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
Yeah the people watch me trip
The more I get shocked by the light bulb,
The more likely they are to tip
Honey can we get fucked up tonight
I think when I'm sober I act like a parasite
My stature and face seem to scream I'm a waste
I don't want pity I want worship
I'm drawn to the sun so the people have fun
They throw me their bounty to watch it grow
They laugh and they stare as I trip down the stairs
You'd think all the chemicals had made me glow
Decisions of fission my blood turns to magma
I proclaim my gospel in a language like latin
And the audience listens, and thinks, what a queer little thing
And the people watch me fly
If I give them something to talk about maybe I'll never die
And the people watch me trip
The more I get shocked by the lightbulb
The more likely they are to tip
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10. |
Pt. 3
06:32
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chords: capo on 2
most of the song- C E7 F D-
bridge- A- G F E- D- G
D- G
jam- C F D7 F
C F A
outro- C A- G
C E7 F D-
C E7 F D- G C
could you give me a break
please give me a break
it's been a really hard year
would you give me a break
and if you don't wanna talk about it
why are you talking to me at all
it was all a mistake
it was all a mistake
every thing that I did
every second awake
and if you don't wanna talk about it
why are you talking to me at all
don't wanna hear about me
why pretend you're listening at all
do you remember the start when I got real sick
mucus crowding my lungs, sweat until the sheets stick
how the hell could i think about politics what the hell could I write that would mean anything
please give me a break,
could you give me a break
it's been a real hard year
me heart is turning to kindling, it's storming all day
my body is an oil slick of caffeine and hate
sometimes I get worried there's nothing to save
from commercials and emails washing our brains
give me 15 dollars no one will shoot up the schools
you can live 2 more years if you just vote blue
please give me a break
when my grandfather died I didn't call dad for months
I didn't know what to say I lost control of my lungs
I drowned myself in dying pleasures instead of reaching out to the people I loved
I've been a pretty bad daughter and a terrible son
I say some shitty things in an attempt to be fun
I don't wanna talk about it, but I love hearing my voice leaving my mouth
if bad things happen just because, why do I feel guilty all of the time
do you remember the middle I was manic and cheap
I was melting at anything I heard that was sweet
I couldn't get out of bed I didn't want anything
but a little sedation and something to eat
please give me a break
all I want is a break
its been a real hard year
the planets turning to kindling from all of our hate
fascism is eating up our dying state
I wish I could kick the teeth in of this whole fucking place
how can we save the world with all this shit on our plate
my hearts breaking in pieces a new time every month
a couple near death experiences for my mom
please give me a break
I wish I stopped finding new exciting things to be crazy about
I wish i was 17 and writing angry gender songs
I wish I could focus more on everyone and not myself
global politics impending doom was so much easier
than growing up
and realizing
I was never gonna fix the system
and now I need help making rent
It's gonna be alright
it's gonna be ok
and if it isnt
if it isnt
what the fuck can I do about it
guess I'll try again next year
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Frog Legs Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Folk punk shenanigans
I make music about the things that I hate for the people that I love.
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