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Peepshow
03:43
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Life's been feeling like a peepshow
But all the dancers seem asleep though
And my interest it is wearing thin
On the outside looking in
All these motherfuckers they look the same
Never letting on the pain
So caught up in the rat race
That they'll lie right to your face
They say misery loves company
But somehow it's still stumping me
Why try to force me back on course
Is it buyers remorse
Their way of life never seemed appealing
Heads kept down and always kneeling
I see it swarming all around me
And it looks so fucking empty
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End Times
02:42
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It feels like shit living in the end times
This hopeful glove just won't fit I swear to hell it's not mine
I think I've got a terminal case of wanting to improve this place
Sometimes I just wanna burn it down and kill every cop I see around
It's hard to keep the PMA when you're fighting every fucking day
Just gotta sin or pray and keep fighting away
We've rekindled cold war fears the next mass shooting's always near
We're still fighting in the Middle East with no sign of finding peace
Neo Nazis are out in force we must correct this course
Because it's hard not to see the signs we're living in the end times
Won't lie it's feeling hopeless a psychopath is POTUS
Might not live to see another day SF could get blown away
What've I got with which to counter this a voice guitar and fist
But songs don't block missiles songs don't stop bullets
Songs don't force childish assholes to cool it
If I weren't a godless pessimist
I'd be praying we'll get outta this alive
As it is I drink to cope
And nurture a little hope that we survive
But I'll keep fighting any way I can
Be it the government or the Klan
And keep hoping that I'm wrong that I'm
Living in the end times
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Take Me Home
02:00
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Sitting on the sidewalk smoking cigarettes
Wishing the desert sun would fucking set
Burning in the heat watching punx go by
Sweating like a pig might just up and die
Black jeans and vest on fire
Goddamn I'm fucking tired
Well I know the time has come to go
Yeah I know I miss my town where bay winds blow
It's time this rotten bastard leaves
Airplane won't you please take me home
Airport terminals are purgatory
Just sit and listen to Morning Glory
Fatigued I chat with my friends
Pray that this goddamn waiting ends
High above the clouds I'll be
Sleeping anxiously
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Some Yuppie Girl
00:15
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Some yuppie girl just shat in my spot at the park
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Stranded in Tahoe
02:00
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Stranded in Tahoe with just a bag to my name
Wandering streets that all look the same
Last night was a shit show today is somehow worse
My response is direct and terse
Fuck Rob Earle and fuck Frank House
I've got angers plural that I will espouse
If there's others who hate you I wanna join the club
Fucked us for hundreds gave us fifty bucks of grub
So no we're not even gotta settle the score
Wanna leave you bleeding on the fucking floor
Come hell or high water I wanna see you pay
I'll be a patient plotter waiting for that day
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Well I'm a misanthropic pessimist
I've got no hope I'm just depressed
Seems that no matter how loud we yell
We can't fix this goddamn hell
'Cause it's easier just to sleep
Than to stop sowing what you reap
When I meet each new day
I can't help but say
Dylan got it wrong
We're still singing the same damn songs
The same damn fire's still a ragin'
'Cause the times ain't never changin'
You can give a rose another name
But the more things change the more they stay the same
You can count up the small victories
But the world still looks the same to me
And maybe something's gotta give
But I doubt that I will live
Long enough to see the day
'Til then I've gotta say
How many times must one be burned
Before they learn
That the fire is always hot
How many times must one look back
And see a deck with the same stack
Before they accept that's all we've got
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Drowning in the Flames
03:27
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God creates man does the best that he can
Tells man not to cast blood on the sand
Somehow man just don't understand
Now we're drowning in the flames
They say Jesus saves
The faithful done forgot what their hippie prophet taught
Love thy fellow man now they divide all they can
The faithful done forgot what their commie prophet taught
The rich can't reach salvation now their greed sows devastation
The faithful done forgot what their selfless prophet taught
Dying for another's sins now they're coming for our skins
The faithful done forgot what their player prophet taught
Born of a virgin but married a whore ya think she didn't leave him sore
The cost of your heaven is that we live in hell
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The Struggle Within
03:35
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If I told you what I was thinking
Would you stay or would you run
If I told you why I'm drinking
Would I still be any fun
What's the difference what's the harm in one simple lie
Kinda undercuts my charm that I wanna die
Does it help at all to know I don't plan to give in
Or is it just too tough to see the struggle within
When I look back through the photographs
It looks like we had some fun
But right here in the aftermath
I don't remember a single one
If I told you plans of suicide
And how I chipped the paint off my door
Would it comfort at all that I haven't died
Could you see me the same anymore
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Buying Your Comfort
03:32
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We keep on marching one foot in the grave
The thought behind the motion is how much we can save
On that stupid top sewn together by slaves
But fuck 'em those children they got a wage
And you're living under a mountain of bills
Looking down on how the poor get their thrills
While gulping down all those prescription pills
And complaining how the battle is uphill
You float through the struggle like a fucking poltergeist
Burning the world just like you was the antichrist
You get the most of the pie no matter how it's sliced
You're buying all your comfort at a discount price
I told you I love you I gotta buy you a ring
Made of the most precious of things
The miners felt pain with every gun-trained swing
But babe don't let it sting
The investments today seem they're going south
While a mother can't fill her child's mouth
The rent keeps increasing can't afford the house
While you're buying that cute blouse
All that matters is that your dreams get fulfilled
Doesn't matter how many of Africa's poorest are killed
Or how many underpaid migrants it took to build
You paid when you were billed
So many must struggle just so they can get by
But you have the nerve to say they haven't tried
The system is equal that's cut and dry
No reason to deny
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Seasons are changing and I'm still complaining
About the same damn shit as when it started raining
'Cause people exhaust me and with nonsense accost me
Until it seems that this is all that life can be
But I just wanna get drunk and play my guitar 'til the sun comes up
Yeah I just wanna get drunk and sing some song I just made up
These days are such a chore
So let's hit up the liquor store
And live like we'll never see tomorrow
Even if we have to beg and borrow
Once again my friend I feel like giving up
'Cause the world seems so morally bankrupt
But I've got you and you've got me
We've got booze and songs to sing
So this shitty life just doesn't seem so bad
Hell I might even dare to say I'm glad
'Cause we've got stories from all the hard times
And we can sing them 'til the sunrise
Once again my friend I'm goddamn fucking pist
'Cause humans don't know how to coexist
But I've got you and you've got me
We've got booze and songs to sing
So we can pretend tonight's a victory
Against enemies that we can't see
With staccato shouts of angry words
We can pretend we're being heard
Some people will say it's a problem some people will say we're unwell
I lack the fucks to give to stop them but those people they can go to hell
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The Rebel Song
01:31
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Someday you'll grow up
When you do you'll learn the world is corrupt
So here's a few little lessons to help you disrupt
The system that might leave you stumped
When someday you grow up
Always lie to cops
They're a gang they're a menace they need to be stopped
Telling them the truth will only ever get you popped
Don't get played don't give the pigs their slop
Always lie to cops
Never trust the man
He'll use you and rob you any way he can
He'll ship you off to fight and die in distant foreign lands
Capitalism is just another scam
Never trust the man
Break the stupid laws
Use your moral compass the system’s broke and flawed
Rules written by puritans so fearful of their God
Don't let them control you you're not a dog you've got no paws
Break the stupid laws
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I'm poised and I'm ready but I can only play in C
Keeping cool and steady for any song that fucking hits me
I've got a concealed carry harmonica
I'll whip it out whenever you wanna
Hear a rotten tune about our incoming doom
I've got a concealed carry harmonica
I'll blow a verse whenever you wanna
Hear a sad song about everything that's wrong
Some punx they carry switchblades
But mine's seen better days
I know a girl with a kazoo
But I spent all my money on booze
A lotta' times I've got my guitar
But I don't wanna take it far
Devil knows I don't play the harp too well
But he can give me grief in hell
Some punx need electricity
But that's always seemed dumb to me
Some folks they have forgot
It's better to have music than to not
'Cause there's something about a simple tune
When you're miles from your room
That carries all the steps away
Respite from the fray
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Forgotten words to diatribes
Filled with misremembered lies
Mixing Buddha Marx and Lucifer
Stream of conscious ramblings
Pretending that they mean something
I'm a drunken false philosopher
I talk out my ass using fancy words
To make my shit smell less absurd
'Cause I've got ideas that need Febreze
So they don't reek of disease
Give me a beer and you're gonna hear
The rhetoric of the mutineer
With slurred ass speech and glassy eyes
I proselytize
Got a wagon full of bullshit
And a belly full of flies
If I spoke I don't remember it
You won't be hearing a reprise
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Crawling with Ants
01:45
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Crawling with ants
It's so fucking peaceful
Out here writing songs
But one thing seems so wrong
The ants and I seem to disagree
Which of us should be sitting here
And they wanna drink all my beer
Hope they don't go on and
Eat my eyes
Leave me dead under cloudy skies
It's a tickle I don't want
'Least they ain't in my pants
But still I am crawling with ants
Goddamn I think I might've drank one
If they were cash then I'd make bank son
It's feeling like a genocide
When I move so many up and die
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Ode to Pepto Bismol
00:35
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When your burps feel like explosions
From no food and lots of poison
Pepto's always there for you
When you're so damn hungover
That the toilet's spilling over
Pepto's always there for you
When the drinking's getting dismal
You can call on Pepto Bismol
'Cause Pepto's always there for you
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Loyalty
01:17
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I've got your back if you've got mine
'Cause loyalty is hard to find
I've got your back if you've got mine
'Cause loyalty's on the decline
Back when we were kids there was never any question
Back when we were kids there was no hesitation
Now we're fucking grown seems we forgot the lesson
The seeds we thought were sown died under tension
I've got a lot of friends but where's the fucking crew
Our bond has got loose ends maybe time to start anew
Sometimes it fucking seems like the walls are caving in
I need a new gang ink in our skin
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The Hidden Story
02:35
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There's a story hidden behind
The stillness of your eyes
There's a story hidden behind
The smile you wear in disguise
I wanna take you back
Before your skin and heart were cracked
Before it all faded to black
Maybe we could take a different tack
I wanna take you back
Before your skin and heart were cracked
Before there was no fallback
Maybe we could backtrack
There's a story in your tone
Too proud to piss and moan
There's a story in your tone
But I swear you're not alone
Sometimes it's hard to cope
But please don't give up hope
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18. |
Edging Suicide
03:35
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It's near orgasmic edging suicide
But now I've got some marks I've gotta hide
'Least gloves are normal in the winter
Thank Christ it's fucking winter
The twinge of the pain it feels so good
Remind me that I fucking could
A bit of release for a bit of peace
Yeah I'm flirting with the deceased
How far can I go without drawing blood
It's a razor's edge between drought and flood
Resist the urge
To submerge
Now there's a web on my wrist made of red raised lines
And I've gotta convince that I'm doing fine
'Cause I doubt that friends would understand
If they haven't felt this shit first hand
'Least after years I've learned the drill
I'm smiling at the bottom of the hill
If death is heroin this is methadone
Get the fix I need without the headstone
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Oh Lily
04:48
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Oh Lily would you forgive me
If I hazard the question are you doing okay
Oh Lily it's getting chilly
Have you found some shelter or are you out in the rain
We met on the sidewalk with a guitar and some songs
I paused just to talk because we got along
In the wake of miscarriage you let out a few tears
Swear I'd never disparage the pain of those years
Back then you were bereft with just a dress to your name
Your husband had left the sincerest of shames
I guess I still have your number I could man up and call
But I fear I'd be encumbered by the truth of it all
You were in need of escape
'Cause you were in bad shape
I offered to take you but you chose to stay
So I thought about you thirty miles away
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Empty Fuck Box
04:40
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Keep your fuck box empty is what she said to me
And it's so goddamn tempting just to pack shit up and be
Feel the ray of truth that's lighting up your ears
Day after day you lose your youth wasting your numbered years
We don't need nothing 'cept our wits and a guitar
We'll just keep moving in the end not going far
And if we need something I'll busk the money 'fore long
But if I earn nothing we can steal it and be gone
Saturday night in Santa Cruz the sun was setting fast
On my way back from getting booze stoically I passed
She told me she liked my vest I turned around and we talked
Poor as shit not fucking stressed it's time you learned the walk
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Alex Abolition Berkeley, California
Hailing from Sacramento, CA, Alex first fell in love with punk music when he heard a Ramones song on a classmate's discman
the last day before summer break. Soon after, he began playing guitar and writing songs.
Alex is a multi-instrumentalist and compulsive songwriter. He does most of his writing at the Berkeley Marina or Aquatic Park with the aid of a couple tall cans of PBR
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