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PASSWORD IS TACO
01:02
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SLEEP WELL
01:43
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I want to take the hatred inside me – push it all down and replace it with love. A total blank canvas, a brand new beginning. I’ve waited far too long…
The demons in my mind, they taunt and provoke me, playing the games that they like to do. They’re fucking pathetic, their tactics are useless. I will win this one on my own.
I’ll push you down and prevail. I’ll push you down and win.
Days so much brighter, nights so much clearer. The fog in my head, it gives way to peace. I’ve learned how to beat you; you’ll never defeat me, so enjoy the life that you’ve made.
My head held high. My fist clenched tight. I’ll watch you fall, and sleep well tonight.
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5 YEARS OF SILENCE
01:00
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GET OUT! These are my woods. Sacred to me. The trees are my only friends. UNWELCOME! This is my home. Stay the fuck out or it’s your ass. ALL I ASK is for some privacy. Not to be bothered – leave me the fuck alone. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! It’s time to die. My single eyelet shows me the way to your death. Back pressed up against an ancient oak. Feces encrusted rabbit and it is taking flight. It rains down against your skull until you fucking die!
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THE BATTLE OF I-29
01:09
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No cheap shots! I’ll drop my gloves just for the hell of it. You think that I’ll just go down? Your fucking crosscheck is weak and pathetic. Let’s skate out to center ice. I’ll make a spectacle of punching your face in. I’ll smash you into the boards. A taste of the dasher before I humiliate you.
Clear the bench. All must pay. Third man in – even your scoring drive is not immune. Drop your gloves, hold on tight, haymaker – no referee intervention will save you now.
I-29 and it is mine! One hour south gets a punch in the mouth!
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DAYBREAK
02:53
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And so, here we stand again my friends with that same blank expression smeared across our face. It’s hard to think of how one should act. Face to face, phone calls or online posts, doesn’t matter nothing could cushion the blow. Why do I have to be the first to know?
When the lights go out and the blood ceases to flow. And your eyes roll back – oh, to think of what they’ve seen. To reminisce of clichéd talk and nights spent killing time. What I wouldn’t give to have a moment of it back.
Go in peace, but everyone just stands still. No one ever tells you what to do after it’s done. The thought of turning someone’s flesh to earth. Daybreak, another minute off the clock. I think about the moment when it is my time. I fake a smile and say I’m doing fine.
When the lights go out and the blood ceases to flow. And your eyes roll back – oh, to think of what they’ve seen. To reminisce of clichéd talk and nights spent killing time. What I wouldn’t give to have a moment of it back, to see your face, to smell your hair, to know that you’re here. Survivor’s guilt settles in. Just one more night of talking until dawn…
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ECHO
01:46
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I see killers that lurk in the shadows and monsters that hide under beds. Feather touch on my right shoulder; a whisper, a feeling, the slightest notion. I hear voices that come from the basement but I know they’re all in my head. A flash of cold air, I’m not alone here, the silence is deafening.
My senses defy, my brain speaks nonsense, an explanation in order to make sense of what I’m seeing. You must believe me! Oh, please don’t turn off that light. NO!
I see you. I’m not afraid. Don’t you ever mistake my curiosity for weakness. I’m living proof – you’re living death. Let’s not forget whose house this is as I cast you out for good. Be gone!
Silhouette in my top window keeping a dutiful eye. Thunderclap on the horizon – the power goes out, left in total blackness. Candles flicker on the stillest of nights. Movement without any sound. A knock on the wall, an apparition, an echo of a former life. BE GONE!
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GUNS, GOLD, AND BULLSHIT
01:53
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Hey there, Chuck! Lookin’ good! What’s the scoop? How ya been? I heard that things are going well down at the shop, so I stopped by on my way home. I wanted to see all that gold and buy a ticket for the Offspring, but I don’t have any money. I wonder if you could spot me a few just until I get paid on Friday? I promise that I’ll pay it back soon and all of that fucking interest.
As I start to dig a hole, when I’m done can I pawn the shovel?
I feel like it’s the least I could do considering all you’ve done for us here with your fucking clubhouse for washed up rock stars and inventory of bullshit t-shirts. I hope it feels good and you sleep tight knowing that you preyed upon the weak.
No more holes. Fuck your gold. Some things aren’t for sale. We are not for sale.
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FROSTY BOOTS
02:50
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Northbound 75! Leave behind our lives. The ones we’ve known for years. Worked for – sweat and tears. The north it calls our name! Fearless we trek on until we find our place. The one that we’ll call home.
So freezing cold and yet the warmth will draw you in with open arms. This town has taught me how to live. When I say home I think of where we’ve come to be. Just take my hand and I’ll show you.
Friday nights at TommyJacks and Palace of the Riff mean more to me than you will ever know. Latitude 44 and Boonie’s Bar, they’re not too far for us to go.
Snow drifts piled high but its warm inside. We find ourselves in whiskey and Tomacelli’s pie. A bonfire on an autumn night…so right! The burn of summer comes too soon - reminds me of a place I knew…
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LET'S GET A BURRITO
02:29
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Guess what? The sun came up today, just like all the others. Nothing new to see here, nothing new to learn. I’ve exhausted every ounce of strength and for what in return?
Another worthless pile of 24 hour shit. Another day spent wondering ‘is this all there is?’. I live a lifetime in every second I must endure. Can’t stand the clock face, my reflection, all abhorred.
These thoughts can’t last forever. I’m tired of playing games.
Fuck this! The sun went down tonight, and with it all my sorrows. I’ll tip my glass to failure and it’s spirited fight to lure me into darkness. I’ll spit in its face out of spite.
I’ll set the blaze that illuminates my blackened path. Behind me ashes of ruin signifies the past. I’ll never waste another second of my life wondering where you went wrong.
Then the smoke will clear, and these 5 words appear: I’m so glad you’re gone…
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COMPARING SCARS
02:31
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A thirst that can’t be quenched by dirty taps. I’ll pop the top and kick one back. The kiss of lips against a bottle cold, just for the taste of liquid gold. Just call a cab ‘cause I’ve had way too much. I could probably stumble home and leave my car in the parking lot. You’re buying next, ‘cause I bought all those shots. You can go outside and smoke I’m gonna put some money in the box (and play my favorite songs – the ones that remind me of home)
Slam some beers and we’ll compare scars as we go arm in arm down to the bar.
Old hurts come alive when paired with wine. Just let em be – they’re doing fine. The nightlife takes the place of what we’ve lost. Not going home til we get tossed. Gotta move it out! This place is getting old. Gonna head on down to Monk’s before they close their kitchen down, and order some scotch eggs. We can sit outside and solve the world’s problems as the cars on 8th pass us by.
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SHIT LIST
02:26
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So I asked Alexandria to bring me to the horizon, but we ended up at Hawthorne Heights. Atreyu tried to pierce the veil of the Black Veil Brides who were born of Osiris on a Thursday.
As August burns red…
Attack! Attack! Attack! Attack! See my fatal trace and abandon all ships.
These hearts are underoath to capture the crown and feed her to the sharks. So dance Gavin dance, cuz I see stars – it’s the story of the year.
Chunk! No, Capitan Chunk read of Mice and Men to fall out boy thrice times before there was Rosalyn. And we came as Romans to design the skyline. What a day to remember but not for today.
As August burns red…
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FUCK THE YANKEES
03:25
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Destroy all that’s good in something so pure – your conduct is truly disgusting. By cheating your way up to the top, you’ve been crowned the new kings of fraud. To make a mockery of your uniform, you spit in the faces of champions who went all the way on hot dogs and booze not performance enhancing drugs.
Pinstripes and steroids will go hand in hand until New York sinks into the ocean. An asterisks will hang above the east coast – X marks the spot on the Bronx. It’s amazing to see what money will buy as you hang up one more pennant. Oh, by the way – A Rod’s salary was that of last years Marlins (whole team).
Fuck Derek Jeter, Jorje Posada, and Joba Chamberlain. RETIRE!
Fuck the Yankees, fuck ‘em all…
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North 45
02:28
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Whiskey Logic
02:22
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Gold and Radiation
01:14
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Two Things
01:55
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Have I Said It Enough?
02:30
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Hell Piss
02:46
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Commie Zombies
01:49
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Boxing Day
03:05
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Cities of Shame
04:05
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