1. |
No More Wage Labor
01:27
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Worked the graveyard shift again
You don't get home until 9 AM
Is this an acceptable means to an end?
You still can't feel your legs, but hey, you paid the rent!
And even if you work to death
Your boss expects you in by 10
So maybe it's finally
Time for a little uprising
Your boss takes you for granted
Endless compromising
It's time you demand it
Convinced you that you're worthless
Robbed you of your freedom
Your boss says you deserve this
I say you don't need them
It's time for a little uprising
Our boss takes us for granted
Endless compromising
It's time we demand it
Convinced us that we're worthless
Robbed us of our freedom
Our boss says we deserve this
I say we don't need them
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2. |
Starry-Eyed
03:02
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Still talking
Hey, are we still talking?
Cause I don't wanna lose a hint of this connection
Consider this my confession if you want
Still feeling
I still got that feeling
Well, I don't wanna sound like some hopeless romantic
And I don't wanna get pedantic
I just am
Is this some kinda punishment?
Did I inflict this on myself?
Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around
It keeps insisting on itself
I can't escape it
Whoa, I can't escape you
Remember
Yeah, I still remember
When we first met in person two months before September
Or five before December
It's a blur
Recall
Yeah, I still recall
Way too many nights spent past midnight on a call
Laughing until we both bawled our eyes out
Is this some kinda punishment?
Did I inflict this on myself?
Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around
It keeps insisting on itself
I can't escape it
Whoa, I can't escape you
I wouldn't give my time spent with you for the world
I wouldn't give my time spent with you for the world
I wouldn't give my time spent with you for the world
No, all the time that I've spent with you is the best in the world
Is this some kinda punishment?
Did I inflict this on myself?
Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around
It keeps insisting on itself
I can't escape it
Whoa, I can't escape you
Is this some kinda punishment?
Did I inflict this on myself?
Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around
It keeps insisting on itself
I can't escape it
No, I can't escape it
But I don't wanna escape you
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3. |
Woman
03:26
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Nail polish is chipped
Makeup is running in the water and my
My towel is ripped
I guess I'm not sure if this is what I wanted cause I
Still feel their eyes
Trace the shape of my form and my body, well I
Don't wanna deny
Sometimes they look at me and I feel like a squatter and I
Don't belong
Guess I'll just write another song
No, I don't belong
Guess I'll just wring my neck
I'll wring my neck
New school, old town
Colors are different, but the rumors never change, and when
You know you're found
You thought you'd progressed, but you're really on page one again
Same throat, new sound
Empty soliloquies unlike you've ever heard before
So when I'm down
I take my solace in remembering the fact that I
Don't belong
Guess I'll just write another song
No, I don't belong
Guess I'll just wring my neck
I'll wring my neck
Nail polish is chipped
Makeup is running in the water and my
My towel is ripped
I guess I'm not sure if this is what I wanted cause I
Still feel their eyes
Trace the shape of my form and my body, well I
Don't wanna deny
Sometimes they look at me and I feel like a squatter and I
Don't belong
Guess I'll just write another song
No, I don't belong
Guess I'll just wring my neck
I'll wring my neck
Don't belong
Guess I'll just write another song
No, I don't belong
Guess I'll just wring my neck
I'll wring my neck
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4. |
Discommuni-Connection
03:35
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We're just
Passing radio signals
Words disappear between the gaps
Context missing in the middle
As our shortwaves interact
This brings to mind an ornate mirror
Reflecting moonlight after 9
This image ain't gonna get clearer
Wonder which moon you recognize
Worked myself half-to-death
That's just a half-measure to you
Pull the whiskey from the shelf
I'll drink myself down to the truth
There ain't nothing left here between us
Just old contempt and rotting blood
'Cause I ain't ever saying sorry
And you ain't ever dropped a grudge
Held me to standards near inhuman
When I got back, the locks were changed
Well, after everything that I've been through,
Well, I don't care what you have to say
And as I bleed upon the altar
Of market politics and greed
Well, I know you ain't a commie
But I hope you give me what I need
Sometimes you grow up to understand,
Despite all that you might have planned
That a relationship's demands
Are just too much for you too provide
Sometimes you grow up to understand,
Despite all that you might have planned
That a relationship's demands
Are just too much for you too provide
Sometimes you grow up to understand,
Despite all that you might have planned
That a relationship's demands
Are just too much for you too provide
Sometimes you grow up to understand,
Despite all that you might have planned
That a relationship's demands
Are just too much for you too provide
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5. |
Coffee Shop
03:23
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Cigarette butts and coffee grounds
Every three minutes, that awful sound
Well, I reject this imposed destiny
Business so widespread and syndicated
Keep the whole population dull and caffeinated
As I feel myself drained of empathy
Is this what they meant when they said you
Work 'til you're numb or you work 'til your dead?
Should I embrace the encroaching abyss
Or should I put a bullet square through my head?
Oh no, is this what they meant when they said you
Work 'til you're dumb or you're stuck in your bed?
Well, maybe ignorance is bliss,
'Cause then I wouldn't notice that I'm being bled dry
Barely keeping pace, barely keeping pace
Barely saving face when you make a mistake while you are on the line
Feel like a machine, feel like a machine
Feel like more caffeine will keep you moving. Baby, that's all by design
Gotta keep you hooked up, gotta keep you hooked up
Maybe you get fucked up, that's okay if it don't hurt their bottom line
Gotta keep you quiet, gotta keep you quiet
If you wanna riot, you're a liability and past your time
Is this what they meant when they said you
Work 'til you're numb or you work 'til your dead?
Should I embrace the encroaching abyss
Or should I put a bullet square through my head?
Oh no, is this what they meant when they said you
Work 'til you're dumb or you're stuck in your bed?
Well, maybe ignorance is bliss,
'Cause then I wouldn't notice that I'm being bled dry
Is this what they meant when they said you
Work 'til you're numb or you work 'til your dead?
Should I embrace the encroaching abyss
Or should I put a bullet square through my head?
Oh no, is this what they meant when they said you
Work 'til you're dumb or you're stuck in your bed?
Well, maybe ignorance is bliss,
'Cause then I wouldn't notice that I'm being bled dry
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6. |
Saul Goodman
04:32
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(Better Call Saul Clip:
Mike: You wanna know why I didn't take that money, is that what you're asking?
Jimmy: Yeah, that's what I'm asking.
Mike: Me, personally? I was hired to do a job, I did it, that's as far as it goes.
Jimmy: Yeah... Well, I know what stopped me. And you know what? It's never stopping me again.)
Sink through my skin, you're a needle
I don't wanna win, I'm a beagle
Call me loving, more like Lovett
Maybe I should grow
There's a rhythm to the system
Got a system for your rhythm
Call me loving, more like Lovett
Maybe I should go
Maybe you should know
Follow orders well. Where's my medal?
Hope you go to Hell, I'm a rebel
Call me loving, more like Lovett
Maybe I would grow
Got this hatred, I don't make it
Think it's sacred, I'll placate it
Call me loving, more like Lovett
Maybe I would go
Maybe you would know
Missed the straight road, so now I walk sideways
Call it crooked, least I did it my way
Feels like my week used to have more Fridays
Something 'bout those summer afternoons
You're a hypocrite and I'm indifferent
Please ignore the fact that I'm indignant
Used to love it here, now I'm malignant
Something 'bout those summer afternoons
Got a story, don't you wanna hear it?
All for glory, no, you won't get near it
Call me loving, more like Lovett
Wish that I could grow
I'm quick-witted, you're committed
You're addicted, I'll permit it
Call me loving, more like Lovett
Wish that I could go
Wish that you could know
Missed the straight road, so now I walk sideways
Call it crooked, least I did it my way
Feels like my week used to have more Fridays
Something 'bout those summer afternoons
You're a hypocrite and I'm indifferent
Please ignore the fact that I'm indignant
Used to love it here, now I'm malignant
Something 'bout those summer afternoons
Found it hard to live far from where you were
Made it easy with a sense of humor
You're so healthy, guess that I'm a tumor
Something 'bout those summer afternoons
Hope you found your peace, 'cause I can't find mine
Doesn't matter, long since crossed that fine line
So I'm dreamimg 'bout a better timeline
Something 'bout those summer afternoons
(Better Call Saul Clip:
Saul: You know why I didn't take the job? 'Cause it's too small! I don't care about it! It's nothing to me! It's a bacterium! I travel in worlds you can't even imagine, you can't conceive of what I'm capable of!)
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7. |
Willow By The Shore
04:50
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Is this a screen?
That's keeping us apart, the hardest part is learning how to wear my heart
On my sleeve
I think that I forgot, got caught up in the moment, lost the forest
For the trees
I'm sinking through the roots, my boots will flood with soil, suits me fine if
I can scream
With no regrets, my silhouette reflects the shape that I've conceived of
In my dreams
It's not obscene
'Cause you don't understand. No, I am not a man, I'm not the only one who
Lives like me
Yet here we are to blame. We all feel pain the same, you fan the flame while we're
Left to bleed
You're horrified, I'm sure. I'm oh-so reassured by all the ways you've called
Me a freak
Declare you want to care, but I am well aware that that's not what you
Really mean
There's a willow by the shore
Gently rustles in the breeze
Secrets hide in dresser drawers
Things she's scared that you might see
Tear her out the closet door
Kick her out and watch her flee
She can't scare you anymore
Hanging there out by the sea
Hollow baby blues
See them staring back at you
Wishing you could understand
I wish I knew
Just how to make it click, but fascist politics ain't meant to tick, so I'm lost
In milieu
While you all have a take, we get caught in the wake, it's hard to fake like you
Have a clue
The writing's on the wall, you hope we take the fall, but we both know it's
All on you
It's time to make a choice: Will you break through the noise or let it tell you
What to do
There's a willow by the shore
Gently rustles in the breeze
Secrets hide in dresser drawers
Things she's scared that you might see
Tear her out the closet door
Kick her out and watch her flee
She can't scare you anymore
Hanging there out by the sea
Hollow baby blues
See them staring back at you
Wishing you could understand
Hollow baby blues
See them staring back at you
Wishing you could
Wishing you could
Wishing you could understand
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8. |
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All moments are lost, time bleeds in on itself
The nights are like flies and I'm stuck on the shelf
I soak in the rot, suck and sink into hell
Don't look in my eye, all you'll see is myself
I can't quite comprehend your constant contradiction
And empty vases bring to mind my old and new conditions
Am I the same person who made all of those bad decisions
Or have I grown enough to dodge all these head on collisions?
Sunset settles under the next overpass
I wonder how much longer it can last
The marble machine speaks in delicate tones
It asks for my love when it just wants my bones
"I'm wearing it down," I say secure from my home
But it's still around while I'm sleeping alone
I can't quite comprehend your constant contradiction
And empty vases bring to mind my old and new conditions
Am I the same person who made all of those bad decisions
Or have I grown enough to dodge all these head on collisions?
Sunset settles under the next overpass
I wonder how much longer it can last
I've been dreaming of a
Place that's tropical
Don't care 'bout anatomicals
It isn't all that topical
So we can get away
To somewhere tropical
Don't care 'bout anatomicals
It isn't all that topical
So we can get away
To somewhere tropical
Don't care 'bout anatomicals
It isn't all that topical
So we can get away
To somewhere tropical
Don't care 'bout anatomicals
It isn't all that topical
But that was just a dream
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9. |
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My paper cut just got infected
Think I already see the pus
I feel it hope to heal, but I have to neglect it while I
While I'm stuck here on the bus
A wilted cry out from the fountain
They haven't turned it on for years
They say that beauty ain't quite worth the price of mountains, yet I
Yet I'm still here brought to tears
Oh, brought to tears
Oh, brought to tears
Is this my
Alabaster ever-after?
Barely made the morning mass to
Flee disaster, ask the pastor
Is this by design?
I'm sinking through my thinking
Hours flash by like I'm blinking
Is it the drinking? Got an inkling
That the answer ain't divine
I hope that one day I can find the truth
Just made it out of my procedure
Insurance still won't foot the bill
Pray for a miracle? Well, God forbid, I have a seizure
I don't think I have the will
They say the neighborhood's expanding
I only see it disappear
When folks can't make the rent, their livelihoods they must abandon
There'll be a Target by next year
Oh, by next year
Oh, by next year
Is this my
Alabaster ever-after?
Barely made the morning mass to
Flee disaster, ask the pastor
Is this by design?
I'm sinking through my thinking
Hours flash by like I'm blinking
Is it the drinking? Got an inkling
That the answer ain't divine
I hope that one day I can find the truth
Can you feel your faith?
'Cause I can't get in touch with mine
I lost my sense of revolution,
Now I never know the time
I don't wanna see the world end,
I don't wanna watch it burn
But I'm not sure how I'm helpful
When you wanna make it turn
Can you point me, in this verbiage,
To the words that make a change?
Can't do much more than poetry,
Perform it on a stage
Is this resonant, irrelevant
Or something in-between?
The words are spilling out
I couldn't tell you what they mean
I don't know
If I can get back to
That place I used to go
But hey, I'll try for you
I don't know
If I can get back to
That place I used to go
But hey, I'll try for you
I don't know
If I can get back to
That place I used to go
But hey, I'll try for you
I don't know
If I can get back to
That place I used to go
But hey, I'll try for you
I don't know
If I can get back to
That place I used to go
But hey, I'll try for you
I don't know
If I can get back to
That place I used to go
But hey, I'll try for you
I'll try for you
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10. |
Borderline Pt. II
03:58
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Arise, my eyes are still sore from the crying
I still see the dream, or maybe that's just the antihistamines
Belief is still most of the healing
And the time may fly, but I still think on those I left behind
Will I deny that I have ever lied?
Oh, your words, they burn, and I cannot discern if they're
Deserved, or worse, the marking of a curse of my
Design, so I resign them to the systems I survived
Do you know a place to rest your head?
Do you know a place to hide your dread?
Do you know a place to lay your dead?
Do you know? Do you know? Do you know?
Do you presume, with all that you've exhumed,
That I don't know, oh no, the terror I have sown
This isn't faux, for show, I'd like to think I've grown
And yet still you assume, so I am left abandoned, half in-bloom
Do you know a place to rest your head?
Do you know a place to hide your dread?
Do you know a place to lay your dead?
Do you know? Do you know? Do you know?
The moment is abandoned
The memory is frayed
The aromatic apathy has just begun to fade
Is this a potion or a poultice?
Which one is meant to sting?
My humors are imbalanced, that's my vomit in the sink
I think I'm drinking my depression
Or maybe that's the stink
I thought that I had just escaped, turns out I'm still here on the brink
I'm paralyzed, imperfect
Too focused on the stain
I try to move on with my life, but I just can't forget the shame
Hello! Bonjour! Are you here for the tour?
I'll see you through if you can stand to learn the truth
I've left my share of scars, I've harmed, I've caused some broken hearts
Yet I am much more, I'm sure, and so I stand before you reassured
Do you know a place to rest your head?
Do you know a place to hide your dread?
Do you know a place to lay your dead?
Do you know? Do you know? Do you?
Do you know a place to rest your head?
Do you know a place to hide your dread?
Do you know a place to lay your dead?
Do you know? Do you know? Do you know?
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11. |
Swansong
04:17
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I fear the four walls of this car
Visible to you, but not by far
You leer at me through looking glass
I pray, in this moment, I pass
Reciting mantras in my head
Can't count the siblings who are dead
And so I'm locked inside this car
Schrodinger's genie in a jar
If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you
If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you
If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you
If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you
I fear detection more than all
Avoid inspection, ignore the call
Under my skin, I meet with you
Watch as our skin is fading blue
Roses entwined along my path
Watch them recoil as I pass
Some roses claim that I have lied
Approach with thorns until I've died
If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you
If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you
If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you
If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you
If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you
If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you
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12. |
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No more expectations
I sit in a field of acacias
I don't feel you next to me
Didn't want that
I don't feel you next to me
Think I need that
The lone beech tree hangs low
Barren in the wind and snow
I still remember the night you cried
I still remember your bloodshot eyes
I still remember you tears dried
On my sleeve
I still remember the things you said
I still remember you felt like death
I still remember your head rest
On my sleeve
No more condescension
Or claims that this is for attention
Still can't feel you next to me
Didn't want that
Still can't feel you next to me
Know I need that
If ever I should find my way,
Maybe we could talk that day
I still remember the night you cried
I still remember your bloodshot eyes
I still remember you tears dried
On my sleeve
I still remember the things you said
I still remember you felt like death
I still remember your head rest
On my sleeve
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Carry On, October! Chicago, Illinois
your new favorite chicago transgender punk band. started as a solo folk punk project in 2020, now jamming as a four-piece.
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