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Introducing
00:25
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Profits
02:18
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You're on the edge of the last board
One more step, before the fall
Swimming isn’t easy when the world’s stationed on your back.
Memories are like pieces of a crime
It’s all broken glass
You're on the edge of the last board
One more step before the fall
Doctoral judgments measuring your worth
Charged with credit on everybody’s dime
Illusions sold to children and coerced before they’ve made up their minds
With fear, of the unknown.
When prophets profit
Silence is to blame
So buyer beware
What they sell is the same
So make up your mind
Don’t judge yourself by anybody else’s time
Don’t fear the unknown
Live for yourself
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3. |
Stuck in the Middle
03:00
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Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Back and forth knowing not what to do.
Here I am again choking on my words
Left alone with no one here to disturb
There was a piece of me that had selfishly left it all alone
I was a little bit of a piece of shit with nothing left to show
I have been away I’m done today there’s no one here but me
I have thought about, done without, that no one here is free
Here I am stuck in the middle with you
Back and forth choking on the fumes
Here I am again counting on myself
Left alone with no one here to tell
There was a piece of me that had selfishly left it all alone
I was a little bit of a piece of shit with nothing left to show
I have been away, I’m done today there’s no one here but me
I have thought about, done without, no one here is free
There was a piece of me that had selfishly left it all alone
I was a little bit of a piece of shit with nothing left to show
You and me we’re born to be with nobody else
What’s stranger than being with them is being by myself
I have been away, I’m done today there’s no one here but me
I have thought about, done without, no one here is free
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4. |
Slapshot
01:56
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There’s a weight on my chest and I’m getting tired of it.
the fate of each step is cracking around me.
There’s no angel of death
There’s no curtain call
It’s the end of the world and we killed them all.
You crazy fucking thing.
Is it you or me?
You wasted your time
You wasted your life
What stops you from leaving
I don’t know
The breathing around your neck is a signal
So run away in cowardice.
You swear to god that you know it all it’s the end of days
Placing your bets on the Romans heads as they fall away
The water keeps rising the boats are capsizing and swept to sea
Sit back and relax. Enjoy the wave of anxiety.
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5. |
Lightfield of Dreams
03:42
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I got the heart of a cynic
Don’t believe a word I hear
So every day I spin it
Just to prove my point of view
It’s not about winning
When the battle lines are drawn
It’s about understanding
When the moments come and gone
Moving on
From the difference between what I feel and say
Moving on
And the only difference was what’s left in between
I lost my friend in September
To a battle long hard fought
It made me so bitter
Because nothing was his fault
I take a look around me
People dying every day
From their own causes but he never had a say
Moving on
And I thought about trying to change
It feels so different now
Watching people move on
Goodbye my friend
Away
I’ll see you when
From me
The time has come my moments done that shit was fun
Enjoy the silence in the moments of the scene
Playing all night 8-hour drives
But I’m checking it out and I’m making a change
The only difference is what I feel and say
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Fuck hope
Can’t cope
With this constant state of misery
Moping in this bed
as I’m staring at the wall
In hindsight, we highlight and rewrite what makes us all fall
But I stop
Thinking about all the things that I didn’t do.
Life has a way of dropping the other shoe
You can stay there
Your own personal Hell
And simmer by yourself
Don't complain then
Just swallow the pill.
Distract, Attack, and Kill
You can stay in your room
with nothing to do
Crowded with thoughts
of impending doom.
My doctor said I’m fine
but I tend to disagree, I’m seeing funny things
Has the world turned against me
Or am I just left on my own?
My time is up.
I self destruct
And wonder why I’m sleeping all my future days away
Stress eating me alive butter bathed in sunlight
You can stay there
Your own personal Hell
And simmer by yourself
Don't complain then
Just swallow the pill.
Distract, Attack, and Kill
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7. |
Lori Meyers
02:03
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Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we’d play forbidden games
At 9 years old there’s no such shame
It wasn’t recognition of her face which brought me back it was a familiar mark that flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines
Discriminating acts
I thought that I could save her.
Who the hell are you to tell me how to live
You think I sell my body
I merely sell my time
I ain’t no Cinderella
I ain’t waiting for no prince to save me in fact until just now I was doing just fine and on and on
I know what degradation feels like laying on the floor of the factory I worked long before I took control. Now I answer to me. The 50k I make this year will go anywhere I please. What’s the problem
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Well it's a setup
Keep your head up
Because the only thing that’s real
Is the way that we all feel like
Nothing’s gonna change
Isolated from the world
As we entertain ourselves
Awake from this grave I love
I arise from the ground
And this is who we've left to
A twisted confused lemming crew
Slowly marching towards the cliff
And I don't care
You take a little piece of me I'll take what was mine
Sometimes it takes a year or two to figure out what's right
You take a little piece of me I'll take what was mine
Sometimes it takes a year or two to figure out what's right
Your second chance has been scheduled
The train is almost full
Is this how you’ll leave it all
Undefined like a fool?
Lend me your ear
Facing your fears
Driving the road with no lights to steer clear
If you wanted more grab it by the throat
Don’t take what they offer just take what you’re owed
You take a little piece of me I'll take back what was mine
Sometimes it takes a year or two to figure out what was right
The credits are rolling, the show's almost done
I’m writing the sequel in crayon for fun
The next time you see them, make them run
I know who I am now a Next-gen slacker of one
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9. |
Clever Girl
02:19
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But how could you trust me
When I can’t trust myself
The fussing and fighting
It’s like you’re someone else
A sense of shame lingers a stigma
To live in pain, over prescriptions
Lacking in quality breaks a piece of me
Off into the sea, sinks my empathy
But how could you trust me, when I can’t trust myself
The fussing and fighting, it's like you’re someone else
I could say I don’t care and pretend I’m fine
But I must not tell lies.
Before, I was thrashing and thrashing my head against the wall trying to get the words out.
Before, waking and baking was the only way not to make my skin crawl off.
But how could you trust me, when I can’t trust myself
The fussing and fighting, its like I’m someone else
I could say I don’t care and pretend I’m fine
But I must not tell lies.
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10. |
Thanks
00:19
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Thank you, family
Thank your pets
Thank you, friends
Thank you, Brians
Thank you to Robby and all of the other bands
Thank you, family
Thank you, salmon
Thank you, friends
Thanks for listening
Thank you to Robby and all of the other bands
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Odie Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Nick Best - Guitar/Vocals
Steven Williams - Bass/Vocals
Connor Guiberteau - Drums/Vocals
Est. 2014
Louisiana punk
D.I.Y. blood and all
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