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Cool Hand Chuck
02:11
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Gutter Kid Traffick
02:32
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Pall Malls
04:46
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Shithead Prose
03:04
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all the saint’s in the cellars hiding beneath the art they made
who’s to say a miracle can be measured visually
I’m over my indifference cause it doesn’t fit
art is hell and I’m not the poster boy for it
who’s to blame, I guess it’s me
felt like shit when I got the call
who’s to blame, I guess it’s me
ruth, I’m sorry, I gave up because I was weak
you taught me better, that will endure
all the things you lived for through me
fold me out on the bed I made
I disrespected myself and from where I came
double stitched my problems to every spot I lay my head
till there was no room left for me in my bed
hiding out or hiding in? Losing time or cutting risks?
Spacing out or disconnecting or spitting shithead prose in the wind?
ruth, I’m sorry, I gave up because I was weak
you taught me better, that will endure
all the things you lived for through me
shithead prose for a human dynamo
how can something so ugly give the world something beautiful
I pass my time with the simple wonders of day to day
I’m not sure there is another way
but I do try when I think of who’s given me
the opportunities I passed on to find myself
and where am I after years of searching
still 12 years old at 24
I’m still 12 years old at 24
I’m still 12 years old at 24
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Dieu Est Mort Pour Moi
03:24
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Youth Crew Blues
05:55
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spade the kids too heavy to dream
they barely sleep, they barely speak
they say, "something good seldom happens"
so they bore their friends, they bore themselves
ostracize their entire lives to deaden all it's wonders
then what do they have besides the cool blue nothing
jazz cigarettes and jaded ears but who's to say either can get you laid
don't struggle with yourself, thinking what's the inside on the outs
I say hey man fuck it, if you want sex that bad, pay for it
I dove and stayed dry
stained the pool with what was on my mind
blaming is believing I think
so I gave up swearing at the clouds for a couple of weeks
so what, we've got a million reasons
so what, we've got an infinite amount of reasons
so what, we've got a million reasons
so what, I can't hear happiness anymore
youth crew blues, I'm singing to you
no excuse will do, you've got to stay positive
youth crew blues, I'm singing to you
no excuse will do, you've got to stay positive
tell me why I feel the need to be a dick to all my friends when I think about the past and the shitty things that happened
and why I worry and I think everyone's out to shit on me, I just want a healthy relationship with one fucking human being
tell me, tell me why? do you have an answer?
tell me, tell me why? do you have an answer?
oh no?
youth crew blues, I'm singing to you
no excuse will do, you've got to stay positive
youth crew blues, I'm singing to you
no excuse will do, you've got to stay positive
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Author Of Everything
04:36
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Better Days Records Washington
Washington State Based Independent Record Label
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