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Killing My Vibe
03:37
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Killing My Vibe
70’s sci-fi future just sent us the bill
We’re all sedated and relatable and ready to chill
You took away my drive but you gave me all of the feels hey
I got a hi-fi handle on all of my business
Is that the future so bright or the radiation sickness?
We’ve got the alchemy to turn tiny problems to trauma
I’m sending every last positive thought to your drama but
Yawl are killing my vibe
Yawl are killing my vibe
Why can’t you let these sleeping dogs die
Yawl are killing my vibe
Oh you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe
Oh you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe
Whether you’re magic or muggle man the struggle is real
Jacked up on goldfish and attention deficit pills
We’re just some grown-ass kids who don’t know how to deal hey
We’ve got the map to the backyard bones that you buried
Down in some stay at home moms and pop’s secretary
We caught you summoning a savior hellbent on destruction
A whole fist of itchy trigger fingers next to the button
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2. |
Fear The Fire
04:17
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Fear the Fire
Got these bones in my knees cryin’ out for relief
I was 6 years old, even then felt the heat from you
You know I tried to tame myself for you
And you might not believe it but I
Touched myself brought about the apocalypse
Crushed my health while my trust turned to rust in you
I prayed away myself for you
We don’t fear the fire
And we don’t need your ceremony
Sacraments or matrimony
We don’t fear the fire
And we don’t need permission slips
Your vaccinized evangelists hey
Had a dream that you watched me die
You lit the cigarette that burned me alive
So give my best to the 99
We don’t fear the fire
I was birthed headfirst
Into shame into flame like a
Curse burning my wonder into waste for you
You know I ran away just like I do
And all that lingers are these
Teenage blood pact promises we made
They sink like fangs into me when I think of you
I threw away the best parts of me for you
Gloomy organ music will tell us all to pay respects
What if your certainty isn’t currency for whatever happens next?
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3. |
Birthrite
03:21
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Birthrite
Tell us some clever metaphor
Sing us a hymn or strum us a power chord
How bout I just try and say something honestly?
I don’t think I have what you’re asking for
I’m just like Jesus Christ why does the hum get louder?
Take another sip in and then get numb about it
Maybe I need a new way to shame out of me
All this toxic inner mythology
Down here in the low life
Where we got no way to be
I got some bad blood from my birthright
And there’s no one coming for me
Wish we’d have known that you left the pack
Me and the kids want our money back
Yeah we liked you better galactical
So read the script or nothing at all
Hallelujah all my sisters and all my brothers
Maybe some animals are more equal than others
Yeah i guess just being honest and showing some emotion
Has got all these people doubting
my commitment to Sparkle Motion so I’m...
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4. |
Skip
03:56
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Skip
Living this caffeine dream
Is taking its toll on me
I worship the chemicals
Blurring this line between
Love and dopamine
Until it’s invisible
Watching my own thoughts suffocate
Drowning under amber waves of ad space
Sucking in some rat race propaganda
So we travel the stars in our avatars
Begging heaven for a reset password
Oh I think this world apart
Till my brain runs out of breath
It’s like an armageddon in my head until there’s nothing left
It’s a blue pill kind of life
When you haven’t lived one yet
Just skipping myself to death
All for the end of the ad
For the end of the ad
For the end of the ad
Ghost in a sad machine
Feeding me fantasies like it’s algorithmical
Blurring this line between
Medicated me and what was original
Staying young
Going numb from
making all our moments into rock shows
Life behind a not so candid camera
So we travel the bars in our avatars
Making memories we manufacture
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5. |
Letterman Jacket
04:26
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Letterman Jacket
I told you I would come for you
I pulled you out of heaven too
I know you’re not that into labels but I
Broke all that I promised you
Cause that promise broke me too
But I don’t miss the cool kid’s table
Oh I’ve tried making it home but I
Drunk drive every wheel I find myself behind
I find myself behind and I
Wear my heart on my habit
This scarlet letterman jacket is worn enough for two
From all that we’ve been through
I wander around the house at night
Too scared to sleep cause I
Can’t shake this dream I’m having lately that we
Bleed out before the medics show
Float up to find the gates are closed
You turn away and say you blame me
Futures turn to bucket lists
Our seconds into sunken ships
Our whispers are turning into screams
Do you ever second guess
These chains that tie you to my mess?
It runs too deep to ever clean
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6. |
Cookie
03:21
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Cookie
Never made it in the punk rock crowd I
Beep boop just a little too loud I’m
Pet sematary can’t keep me down now
Hey Mr. sound guy, just make me loud guy
Google search you can find me on a mission
with a stacked backpack full of whack ambition now
The whole planet is my brand new kitchen
I’m mixing up fixin’s like a Sunday dinner now
Soak it all in but remember
A true butterfly knows that he come from a caterpillar
Let the fruit show where the root comes from
Some people earn wings, some find’em in a trust fund
Old songs in a new key
Green Day sold a whole lot of Dookie
Gotta switch up my routine
Nom nom me want a whole lotta cookie
Smash buttons till the game over
It’s a lot of hard work stayin’ woke, stayin’ sober
If you can’t take the love don’t lean for the kiss
Lot about living in a band van that I don’t miss
Put a fist through a rich kid’s mouth
Played a lot of rock shows nobody gave a shit about
Coulda’ took state but the team backed out
Yawl hated on my tracks don’t act like you miss’em now
Take the good with the bad times
Take struggle like a vitamin
Sad times invite them in
When the stress test puts pressure on your purse
Know a paycheck ain’t a measure of your worth, son
Let the love run through you
Let your complicated past make a path to your future
You can find joy if you know where to look
Some people hide it down in another dumb hook like
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7. |
Battlecats
02:55
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Battlecats
Had a great reputation but I ruined it
Homeschool denim outgrew the fit
Might be just a Carolina kid but I got a full wit
Not a famer I ain’t shoveling nobody’s bullshit
Where my girls at?
What my guys say?
Throw your hands up but watch the fan blades
Karaoke battlecats make it rattle all night like
Garth Brooks come to level up your nightlife
They call me Red Cup, cause I’m solo
Going full metal nerd on some Chad in a polo
Takin’ up my downtown areas in slo-mo
This ain’t the ocean bother why yawl gotta showboat?
Hold up, yawl should know though
I hadouken like Street Fighter 2 Turbo
Find your zen, find your inner slow globe
But you got a lot to lose if you choose to be a bro though
Out here like Bagheera and a mancub
Lips zipped like the first rule of Fight Club
Just a champion made out of Mighty Duck stuff
If you’re bored with a Gryffindor
Come cuddle with a Hufflepuff
Hulk smash on an air horn
Yawl are catching me in rare form
Cause if I’m piloting the virus then we’re going airborne
REO Speedwagon I’m crashing through your door on a unicorn
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8. |
Shelf Life
03:26
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Shelf Life
Take back all the heroes
Send us a loser
We all fight the admin
And end up a user
All the people are crying
Send us a saviour
The kind that you find in
Big metadata
I’m floating like a caught cosmonaut up in my headspace
Trying to make sense of the pattern
Somewhere in the hype yeah we all got
A bad case of the bends just swimming for the top
If the good die numb under spotlights
We’re the useless ones with the shelf life
We can’t hear the lesson
Over the shooter
We can’t see the here and now
Over the future
But we got what we need to
Take on the empire
We load up a shot glass
To put out the hellfire
I feel a little cached out crowded and forgotten
Someone tell me i matter
We’re the useless sons on the run from
A bad taste in the wells where we come from
If the good die numb we’re the wrong type
We’re the useless ones with the shelf life
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9. |
Dizzy
03:43
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Dizzy
Dizzy baby
Raisin’ hell
Ending back at that apartment
That you call a prison cell
She says lately
I can’t tell
If I love the anonymity or just the painted shell
Change of scenery
and personnel
We’ll be back after these messages and chintzy zinfandel
Kiss me quietly or
Kiss and tell
But if I catch you glimpsing into me I’ll end it all myself
Nobody knows me like that but I wish you did
Forget the car, turn my heart around instead baby
Nobody knows me like that but what if you did?
What if you did?
Dizzy baby terrified
That she blew her 20’s waiting for her 20’s to arrive
She said chase me
Race the tide
I don’t know what the hell I’m running from
but love the exercise
Oh I’ve been living every night
Like tomorrow isn’t coming now it must have passed me by
Would you take me for a drive
If i told you i would push you out when we hit 55? oh baby
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10. |
Natsunoyo
02:43
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Natsunoyo
Sad nights into Saturdays
Winter left a mess that the summer rains wash away
6 months of coming unglued just
Laugh until we cry till we run out of booze but
I feel the same when I feel you
Cause you feel like home
Oh you’ve been my truth
There’s not a mountain that I wouldn’t move for another
For another summer night with you
Time flies if you let it free
Life is turning into work, rinse, repeat
Can we untangle what we tuned into
Turn these wedding rings into new tattoos cause
I feel the same when I feel you
Cause you feel like home
Oh you’ve been my truth
Every plan I’ve made has changed but you
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eleventyseven Asheville, North Carolina
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