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Terrified
01:38
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I am terrified of all your staring eyes
they peer into my soul through the hole where words come out,
and I’m about to crack; the weight of this guitar will break my back
Eventually.
And I pray that you cannot see past my face
for halfway between there and the far end
Of my brain lies bitterness and ugliness disguised
as a catchy song
I am weary of the darkness in my heart
Any minute now, it could start to tear my mind apart
and most the time I’m pretty good but every now and then
I want to die, die, die.
And I pray that you cannot see past my face
for halfway between there and the far end
Of my brain lies bitterness and ugliness disguised
as a catchy song
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Somewhere
02:45
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There’s a place I’m going and I don’t know where it is.
Who are you? What am I? and I don’t know why,
But I know what I know, and I know I gotta go there.
Somewhere. Up there. Anywhere
There’s a place I’m going and I don’t know where it is,
But I know that it must be close,
‘Cause I found it once on accident
Somewhere in my head.
And I know and I know that it must be real ‘cause
When I am there my heart can feel,
And all your cuts begin to heal,
From your head down to your heels.
We don’t know where we are going.
We don’t know where we have been.
We don’t know what winds are blowing.
Set the sails; we’re off again.
Regardless of where it takes us
We are bound for brighter shores.
We don’t know where we are but we
Sure as hell or meant for more.
And when we get there we will see
The world in all it’s tragedy
But in our wake the earth will shake
and make the cities start to take
a flame and the same
ones who cursed our names will be our friends
And we will paint the city bright
and we will shine and sing and fight
And every wall resonate with melodies and love and grace
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Until recently I did not know
That people still aspire to be on the radio
So maybe I'm naive
But I just wanted to believe
That music perpetuating
Misogyny ego and greed
Would be seen as crime against
Humanity some day
Raised in the suburbs
Differed from curse words
Sega Genesis, Nintendo, Xbox, PS to the 3rd
A nerd; disturbed blurred sense of reality
Depression regression with an abnormality
And I’m here to prove wrong
This trend that’s come along;
Falsifying your life don’t make a better song.
The Truth is we all belong,
and there’s strength to be drawn
from the depths recessed in our soul all along.
It’s not too late to take it back
But note this inconvenient fact:
It’s not The music or the stations
Or the evil corporations
Creating this sick disturbance
In the force that joins and binds us
Fault is found inside the human heart
Start thinking; minds are shrinking
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They Say
04:03
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They say that there is something wrong with me
I’m not the way I’m supposed to be
I’m different from everyone else
They say there’s something broke inside my head
A missing screw; a piece of thread
That’s coming out of stitch
They say, get your head out of the clouds
Your dreams will get you no where
They will only let you down They say
I will never be anything
They say that with this little tiny pill
They will take away my sorrow, pain,
And also my free will
They say that love is just a lie
and man will never learn to fly
and if he did he’d surely die
for his wings would melt
They say I’m gunna have to change
‘Cause this world aint’ made for dreamers
or the clinically deranged They say
I will never be anything
But the stars tell me otherwise
They say not to believe those lies
You’re different surely this is true
But so am I and I love you
So let’s shine on in to the dark
We’ll pierce the veil we’ll melt their hearts
We’ll fly away in to the sky
We’ll be at home we’ll never die
You say that I don’t need to change
So what if I am different, weird,
Or just a little strange
You say that there is beauty in my heart
And that’s been there from the start
A beauty that will not depart with time
You say to hell with defects
We are perfect just the way we are
You say we shine like stars
Bright in the dark
We’ll never be alone
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Approximately every 30 seconds
there's a Green Day fan who starts a band somewhere
and I wish I didn't care,
but if I hear another bad Blink 182 cover,
that is it, I'll loose my shit and I will walk right out the door.
I don't understand what music's for if not expression
and I try hard not to question all these kids and their intentions
I don't want to sound lame but they all sound the fucking same
Will someone please tell them to cover something other than Greenday
Or here’s a thought, instead of knocking off your favorite band,
Just pick up a fucking pen, God forbid you take a stand and
your shirt, it reads: support the local music scene
But after you’re done playing you are no where to be seen
I don’t mean to be mean or obscene or even rude
Honestly, I’d be your friend if you would cut the attitude but I don’t see that happening any time soon so too the rest of you
Please
Please
Please
Please
Please
Oh god
Please
Please
Please
Please
Don’t start a pop-punk band.
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Lobotomy
01:44
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We will Surgically remove all the baby's brains at birth,
'Cause if they do not have them they will not know what they're worth,
And if they don't know what they're worth they'll never have a choice
To go astray or disobey, we'll take away their voice!
And if we miss a mind or two,
Or if a single thought gets through,
The magazines and TV screens will hollow out their hearts,
and we will finally see an end to pain and love and art.
We’ll tell them they are ugly and we’ll tell them they are weak,
And we’ll tell them no one’s listening when they begin to speak.
We’ll tell them that it seems their dreams should simply be outgrown,
And we’ll tell them they are nothing, and that’s why they’re alone.
God forbid they look around to see the faces in the crowd
and realize they’re all one soul; A billion equal pieces of a perfect human whole.
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7. |
Do Something
03:07
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I hear my peers say the wanna move away from here
They hate the corn and lack of stuff to do
And apparently our mall isn't good enough
And apparently, our music sucks.
BUT IF YOU THINK THIS TOWN IS LAME
WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
I am sick of hearing them complain.
Don't they understand that everywhere's the fucking same?
AND IF THEY THINK THIS TOWN IS LAME
WHY DON'T THEY FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
Even if buildings are a mile high and every street is filled with lights
I wouldn't be surprised if half the people want to die
‘Cause no one’s ever satisfied with the things they have and I
Guess I’m no exception but I like to think I try to
Appreciate the little things- the moon, and stars, and sun, and rain
Some would say it’s all in vain, but I disagree
We will never be content with our lives
until we open up our eyes and see
That who we’re meant to be
At this point in time is who we are,
so no matter where you are don’t be sad
‘Cause everything you have
Is everything you need
And everything you need
To fulfill your dreams
Is right in front of you
It’s right in front of you
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Lovecow Springfield, Illinois
5-Peice Appalachian Acousti-Thrash-Punk or something from Springfield, IL.
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Mitch's other band. It's free-wheelin power pop made for punxxx. Ex members of Our Lady and Midnight Fall. Members of Lovecow, Wir Konnen, Slam Dinner, Big Storm, and The Timmys.
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