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Reintegrated
03:51
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I don’t have the perfect skin to make us get known, and i don’t have the trust fund addiction blow
I don’t got the cash that would make us sound great, and I can’t get my shift covered on sunday
I’m checking my views about ten times a day, and I don’t have an edge that could make that less mundane
And I don’t got an amp can we borrow from a band, and i’ve never really known how to work a mic stand
And I don’t got the style to be an influencer, all I got is the passion that is driving these words
And I can’t write a song that could be called catchy, but if I didn’t do this then I would be less happy
But I don't give a shit, not gonna quit, that would make me less happy
Cause I’m, I’m feeling it, im feeling it, gonna make myself happy
Got my band right beside me
Got my friends to come drive me
Got some pizza inside me
Go pop punk with my rhyming
I know that shit just ain’t like me
But I’m really just trying
To not care what you think of me
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2. |
Disintegrated
03:15
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I want to be a desert Leaf
Left crinkling and decomposing
Quail would try to eat what's left of me,
but there's nothing, fucking nothin’
In time my matter would be,
Like the rocks underneath
This city, this city
And a kid playing in the dirt,
pouring some in his shirt,
would stop and think, this stuffs amazing
AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHH
I could be a rock in your lawn,
that you would never notice gone,
cause kids like to pick them up and throw them
And I could be the concrete
That you tread carefully
Avoiding any cracks in me
I could be your swimming pool
That when you’re kids are at school
You sit in, downing white zin
And I could be that first throw
Of dirt sent 6ft below
But don’t worry, I’ll keep their corpse company
AHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHH
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Decomposing, into what, Its not knowing,
that keeps my interest peaked
My life keeps flowing, into what, It keeps going,
I’m ready to make this leap
My hearts a muscle, but soon it's just rubble,
Is it weird that thought helps me sleep
But I’m just bemoaning, a symptom of growing
The pessimist in me
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3. |
Rejected
03:40
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1.
I lost your number when I got a new phone
I lost time when I moved to a new home
I lost yourself in drugs and parties
Cocaine staches with fifth of Bacardi
You lost care when I didn’t like your partner
So I cut you off like hair at the barbers
Last I heard you cut them off too
But it was too late for me to come through
I’m so sorry that they ever touched you
I’m so sorry that I lost touch too
I’m so sorry how easy it was to watch
Your puke lined mouth tellin’ me to fuck off
You were laying there crying for your partner to come home
So I life you in the bath and I left you all alone
And I Just pretended there was nothing I could do
Even though I knew he was hitting you
It’s all fucked man we were too young
Its pretty fucked how we thought it was fun
I lost your number when I got a new phone
I lost time when I got a new home
You lost yourself in drugs and party
Cocaine staches with fifth of Bacardi
You lost care when I didn’t like your partner
So I cut you off like hair at the barbers
Last I heard you cut them off too
But it was too late for me to come through
2.
Cement Floors make me think of you, or anytime the light is orange or blue
It’s been years since we’ve talked, or I borrowed your cropped tops
I still speak your name in therapy, told me don’t get attached while you fucked me
You’d say you were going to break up with your S/O, but you never did, was I your side-hoe?
Maybe it was all in my head, and your feelings were misread
I believe you never lied, but your intentions were a little quiet
But yet, I let ye get what you wanted. A subset, of outlets you exhausted
Others got upset, felt like rejects, you said we were solid
You told me I was different, part of me still thinks it's true
Maybe it was wrong to abandon you
But you’ll always be a part of me
As long as I’m addicted to nicotine
Right now my hair is blue
Like a version of you I once knew
I see your face in songs sometimes
Hear your voice whisperin’ specific lines
3.
Of verses to write this one really was the hardest
Even though on a map you are the farthest
I can feel your presence still embedded in my bones
Emptied out the marrow made that shit your home
Cuz your life was hard doesn’t mean you can be a dick
And you should’ve been more grateful for us dealing with it
You should try perspectives that are other than your own
An stop using psych terms with meanings you don’t know
I should’ve stood my ground when you told me I was wrong
But when you're 16 it’s hard to be that strong
When you were mean to me I would take it as my fault
I was the child and you were the adult, and
It’s all fucked though we were too young
Its pretty fucked how we thought it was fun
It’s all fucked though there’s no guideline
But it's pretty fucked that you thought it was fine
But then I tried to mimic you to feel like I was smart
Hoping you would see my worth, appreciate my art
then you started to hate the version of you that I copied
And I felt like I’d given up a part of my autonomy
To become the kind of person that you would respect
But everything I stood for you would always reject
Of verses to write this one was the hardest
But honestly I'm happier now that it’s done
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4. |
Accepted
05:04
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Locked in a car at age 3, it was Just me, outside my home. And I didn’t scream or cry or moan, I let go. Instead I fell back into the backseat and kicked my feet, in the air. I hoped my mom would notice that I wasn’t there. And she’d care, and she’d care, and she’d care. And that she could come and save me
From a life all alone, Living in decrepit homes, and feeling needy when I’m stoned, because it took me back to my home, Where I spent the weekend alone, til my parents intervened and took me out to see a movie, we saw one every week, sitting in a booster seat, with my white cherry icee, and it was then I felt love, but I was so dumb, cause I thought movies where love comes from, and now I’m all alone, sipping beer with a remote, as I wish I could save myself like my mom saved me
Locked in a car at age 3, I see me, staring back reflected in the glass and I look so god damn powerless, and I am. And I am stuck there motionless as clouds pass by my face, so I trace my home on the foggy window. A tableau, of all I know, and it is. And it is helping me to hold onto hope, or at least cope, with the thought that I could be forever lost, and maybe my mom just can’t come and save me
Sorry, to my family
cause my parents wanted me to feel loved, so I will keep looking for a way to feel in control, so I can make myself loved, so I can generate love, so I can find myself somewhere in a place where love can be found
But at least now I know that I’m in control of myself
From a life all alone, Living in decrepit homes, and feeling needy when I’m stoned, because it took me back to my home, Where I spent the weekend alone, til my parents intervened and took me out to see a movie, we saw one every week, sitting in a booster seat, with my white cherry icee, and it was then I felt love, but I was so dumb, cause I thought movies where love comes from, and now I’m all alone, sipping beer with a remote, as I wish I could save myself like my mom saved me.
I know I can save myself cause it's my own responsibility, I can’t rely on others, treat my friends like they’re my mother. Being an adult;s about shutting up and fixing yourself
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5. |
Vermillion Summer
05:10
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My body exploded on a cold summer day in San Francisco
It evaporated into the fog
Light from the streetlamps refracted through me
And in the morning I was gone
But I came back,
I died in a sea of red
(Vermillion Summer)
And you were there
(Vermillion Summer)
The pressure cracked open my head
(Vermillion Summer)
My life left my body like it was air
(Vermillion)
The smell of coffee hit me first in the morning
Second was my friend Joãos hand
I think he knocked something loose within me
Like dominoes falling on command
And throughout the rest of the day I kept hearing
The sounds of pieces falling out of place
So as way to muffle the noise,
I layered up, so not to get in the way
Before I knew it I was rising
(Vermillion Summer)
‘Till my life met the air
(Vermillion Summer)
Water dripped from me like i was crying
(Vermillion Summer)
Water flowed from me like it was hair
(Vermillion)
There were clouds over the courthouse
On the day of the ceremony, so no light shined through
The window
But in all honesty it would have been superfluous anyways,
Cuz all you needed was these two in the same room
And you would have enough light to
Illuminate any campground, or country road,
any music hall, or movie screen,
Any wick or candle,
Almost anything
My skin slowly started to turn red
As their light only grew more and more
But I didn’t mind the pain because of the sight of these two so in love
Was soothing, I just stared as they stood together
Hands entangled,
Estranged, enough, together
Illuminating the same room
Or beacons pulling one back to the other
They shined brighter than an atom bomb
And in it I was gone
They blasted me into the sea
(Vermillion Summer)
I didn’t get to bring anything
(Vermillion Summer)
But it didn’t matter to me
(Vermillion Summer)
Cuz I left my body, left everything
(Vermillion)
We shared with each other what parts made us cry
As we drank rosé
We shared with each other who we are
In the setting hours of the day
We stuck our fingers into the sand
And it held us tight
We talked about when we would grow old
Out of love or out of spite
I was scared that our futures would splinter
But I kept it quiet
I let their happiness flood over me
No need to say goodbye yet
The sunset shined through me
(Vermillion Summer)
Like magnified light through an ant
(Vermillion Summer)
I photosynthesised and sprouted
(Vermillion Summer)
My own legs to stand
(Vermillion)
And I needed that
Things will never change
Life becomes estranged
Things will never change
Life becomes estranged
Things will never change
Life becomes estranged
Find me in the rain
Life becomes estranged
We'll begin again
Life becomes estranged
Find me in the rain
Life becomes a estranged
Things will never change
We'll begin again
Life becomes
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Dwayne And the Rock Hard Johnsons Tempe, Arizona
Ben "Diva Dwayne" Schifano - Vocals
Max "Main Dwayne" Mulmed - Drums
Dean "Papa Dwayne" Simpson - Guitar
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