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Anhedonia
02:25
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I'm bored to the core
Been through this before
Can't seem to have fun
Are they laughing at me?
I'd desire to flee
Oh, please give me a gun
'Cause I'm a waste of Money, Time & Space
The deepness of my thoughs swallows my foreground
Such apathic monotony
Makes me wonder why should I be around
Nobody seems to understand how
Panic attacks me in such a violent way
I saw myself clearer when all lights faded out
Man, I'm a waste of Money, Time & Space
The deepness of my thoughs swallows my foreground
Such apathic monotony
Makes me wonder why should I be around
A dead corpse in a tree
Distorcing reality
I can't seem to be true
A head full of lies
Neglecting demise
Nothing can follow through
I'm bored to the core
Been through this before
Can't seem to have fun
Are they laughing at me?
I'd desire to flee
Oh, please give me a gun
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2. |
Age of Paranoia
02:21
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The past will always condition your future
Is it fun to live in the age of paranoia?
Your doubts appear as you’re blowing through the roof
'Cause the only thing that will survive is the truth
Technology breaking barriers all year round
Making you closer but you don’t feel around
Replacing hearts with batteries
Is this something humankind can’t see?
How does it feel to be alone?
I don’t wish it to anyone but if you do you’ll be mind blown
I ache from all the ghosts of the past
I guess the confusion will fade away last
Technology breaking barriers all year round
Making you closer but you don’t feel around
Replacing hearts with batteries
Is this something humankind can’t see?
And as I ache I feel a shiver down my spine
Tell me everything is going to be fine
Technology breaking barriers all year round
Making you closer but you don’t feel around
Replacing hearts with batteries
Is this something humankind can’t see?
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Hippie
03:04
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4. |
Kicking Stones
03:53
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Found you, I lost you
Nothing seems to be true
I know I'm loosing track of time
Now everyday is a way to lose it
Oh my, to say goodbye
I'm sorry for all the things
I said tonight
My brain's messed up
My mouth is just speaking shite
Can you feel me?
Don't you worry
There's nothing I can talk about
My signals are just aiming out
You know it means the world to me
To me and my apathy
I'm sorry about that
You know I tend to go overboard
And overeact
It's the way I cope, it's shite
I'm all worked up
I'm so fed up
I never seem to get enough
I'm coming down again
Lighten one, my friend
I'm sorry for all the things
I said tonight
My brain's messed up
My mouth is just speaking shite
Can you feel me?
Don't you worry
There's nothing I can talk about
My signals are just aiming out
You know it means the world to me
To me and my apathy
Why do you insist on destroying me like this?
You bring me down, you take me up
You fuck me up, you do
Deteriorate my mind, you do
This over again and over again and over again
Please stop.
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5. |
Joker
02:12
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Always been the shinny star
Always been the lucky card
Really smart, twice the heart
Marred and cherished from the start
Act eccentric, play your part
Funny face, dressed bizarre
Tripping on the boulevard
Reeling nowhere from the bar
Disdain your state of decay
Put that record on replay
Tell the lady that you’ll stay
First of april is your day
Brightest place on the room
Darkest mind on the room
New design, waterproof
Always ready for some goof
Always ready for some more
Saying something they adore
Broke the keys, locked the door
To hide something from before
Laugh a little, laugh a little
Louder giggle, louder giggle
In the center, in the middle
Listen me for a bit oh
Joker. please come closer
Tell me why did you take her
Joker, where’s the art
On taking my queen of hearts?
I know you’re a gambler
You can’t do that with her
You think she’s magestic
We know that’s not right
You’re not a believer
Well, player, me neither
Whatever she tells us
We know it’s a lie, so
The dice are all vicious
The cards they are counted
I can’t play this game
I’m a mere 4 of spades
The dealer’s convicted
The pawns they’re all sober
But you keep on play
Therefore we’re not the same
Joker. please come closer
Tell me why did you take her
Joker, where’s the art
On taking my queen of hearts?
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6. |
Waste of Bets
01:31
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Find yourself in a struggle to get out of here
I see you in the sky, do I want you near?
You keep stayin in my head
But it wants you dead and away
Started drifting and now you don't know how to stop
I gave you all I had, it wasn't enough
My mind thinks I need you back
'Cause you're all I had but I don't
You lost all our bets
I have no regrets
You're a waste of my time and my pack of cigarettes
Lost sight of day, praised boring nights
Trapped in the thought of the way I lied
Cursing and undertoning
What we had before
Need room to think, can't afford the rent
Wasted dopamine on the night we met
Money, Time & Space of the years we spent
All crumbling down, a castle of sand
(You're a waste of my time and my pack of cigarettes)
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7. |
Spring
03:13
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I'd like to know where I am
Everything is changing
And I don't know where I stand
The leaves are changing into green
The world is speeding up
Unlike anything I've ever seen
We are the spring
But we miss the winter
I don't know what this world will bring
But it will never bring you closer
What am I doing in this place?
I feel like i'm lost in space
My thoughts are stupid and pretentious
Thinking about life can be dangerous
So look at me
What do you see?
A pocket full of dreams
And a head full of screams
What am I doing in this place?
I feel like i'm lost in space
My thoughts are stupid and pretentious
Thinking about life can be dangerous
When you haven't got a clue
And you think you're fine
But you're way out of line
What am I doing in this place?
I feel like i'm lost in space
My thoughts are stupid and pretentious
Thinking about life can be dangerous
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8. |
Santa Monica
03:03
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Where did you learn love?
In some netflix movie?
Tell me who’d you picture
When you said it to me
Come on!
Now it’s hard even
To feel compassion
Watching every fraction
Of our goddamn fiction
Where do you lay
That empty head now?
Where do you lie
To whom and whatabout?
Keep copying whatever
Somewhere out there
We'll meet again
To feel? Unfair
I breathe your air
Somewhere out there
We'll meet again
To feel? Unfair
I breathe your air
Keep copying whatever
How are you a mess?
Why do you fake stress?
How's your spine an S
If you were spineless?
Keep copying whatever
All we did was pretend
Now I'm tied to my bed
And, damn, you never meant
You'd be here till the end
Keep copying whatever
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9. |
Stuff [George Carlin]
02:17
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That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That's all your house is- a place to keep your stuff. If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house. You could just walk around all the time.
You leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn't want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you're saving. All they want is the shiny stuff. That's what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get...more stuff! Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore.
Did you ever notice when you go to somebody else's house, you never quite feel a hundred percent at home? You know why? No room for your stuff. Somebody else's stuff is all over the goddamn place! And if you stay overnight, unexpectedly, they give you a little bedroom to sleep in. Bedroom they haven't used in about eleven years. Someone died in it, eleven years ago. And they haven't moved any of his stuff! Right next to the bed there's usually a dresser or a bureau of some kind, and there's no room for your stuff on it. Somebody else's shit is on the dresser. Have you noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff? "Get that shit off of there and let me put my stuff down!"
"Here's a place here, put a little bit of stuff there, put some stuff here, put some stuff- you put your stuff there, I'll put some stuff- here's another place for stuff, look at this, I'll put some stuff here." You start to get used to it, you start to feel okay, because after all, you do have some of your stuff with you.
Money, keys, comb, wallet, lighter, hanky, pen, smokes, rubber and change.
That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff.
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10. |
Nature
04:57
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11. |
Gazebo (Coreto)
03:00
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