1. |
Get Better
01:20
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I rode a 60 hour Greyhound
to this country's capital
because my brother was falling apart
thought we could fall apart together
I got so dry I saw ghosts
He dropped out of school
and bought a plane ticket to Mexico
We couldn't get our heads
to listen to our hearts
Once you fall for everything
you just fall apart
My best friend found me in a house party bathroom
clothes covered in blood
I was trying to drain the sickness
and let all the sadness out
He said "don't you fuckin' dare
you're almost all I got
and I'd be stalled on the side of the trans can.
if I didn't have you holding the map"
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2. |
Swingin Party Reprise
02:34
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Got a pill to stay awake
and a pill to fall asleep
I'm just an empty shell of an idea I had
when I was seventeen
I'm sick of these dreams of dying
sick of talking to doctors and cops
sick of only ever talking when we're drunk
I could have sworn
you left a light on for me
maybe that was just your fire buring out
Try my best not to mention
coca-cola, cut up straw nights
when we forgot to eat, forgot to sleep
forgot damn-near everything
except slipping on the memory
of sweat sticking us to sheets
all hopped up on forever
and strung out on irony
I'm coming to terms with the fact
we might never talk again
I know it's sick
but I take comfort knowing
you're never gonna hate me
as much as I do
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3. |
Halifaxe 10
01:50
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Walk the north end late at night
See the blue-green glow from the T.V. lights
as they shone through the houses
down by the harbour
I wish they'd sink into the water
College kids move in crowds
ameobas in search of a party house
Got their tall cans
dressed up in paper bags
even aluminum is trying to be someone else
Now I'm all alone
in an empty apartment
making snow angels
on a cum-stained mattress
3 time zones away
I never call
You're just getting off work
and I'm already drunk
Walk the north end late at night
cop on every corner
flashing blue and red lights
I wish this war zone
felt more like a home
Fuck it I'm leaving!
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4. |
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Everytime I watch T.V.
some girl's trying to look like Yasmine Bleeth
with a will army of surgeons by her side
And they suck it out and they push it in
and we all stand by with bated breath
staring at the falling food pyramid
while everyone's waiting to die(t)
And it's an empirical fact nobody's
trying to tap this ass
but if they were they'd have something to grab on to
'Cause you never quite know
when you're gonna need love handles to hold on for dear life
And the whole damn country is seventeen
and the newspapers read the magazines
and everybody's standing on the south beach
praying for eternal summer
And me and my friends are on the north shore
waiting for December
'cause if the disapproving looks don't get you
the cold will
What ever happened to shake what your mamma gave you
they're trying to trade it in for new
And if dieting were natural it wouldn't need an industry
and if you wanna hook us up
then give us cheap nutritious eats
not masochistic PhDs
They make it seem easier to get a liposuction
than to buy a new pair of pants
And I can't help but wonder
if we would all be happier
if we learned how to hold our own hands
First you take the left one
Then you take the right
and forget your pinky's not your thumb
and you hold on tight
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5. |
Stay Weird
01:49
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Somewhere in New Brunswick
there's a shy punk kid
with a bald spot and a beard
a bass and a can of beer
When he gets a few in him
he laughs until he cries
He's got the keys to my heart
until the day I die
There's never enough snowmen
in downtown Moncton
never enough time
to do all the stupid shit
that we want to do
Somewhere in Ontario
there's a punk girl I know
who smokes too much
and yells a lot
got a smile capable of killing cops
We listen to dumb records
makes me feel alright
She's got the keys to my heart
until the day I die
There's never enough snowmen
in downtown Moncton
never enough time
to do all the stupid shit
that we want to
There's always gonna be some asshole
who says that you are wasting time
that could be better spent
falling in line
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6. |
Cold Coffee
02:09
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Light a smoke off the stove
Pretend this is home
Drink the dregs from the bottle
forgotten and warm
Check the messages
Hear your mother's voice
She's just checking in
You'll lie and say you're fine
But your band broke up
and college sucked
Now you're working nights
just to pay it off
and if fifteen year old you
were to ask,
"where are you now?"
you would keep your mouth shut
So if you need to get fucked up tonight
to forget all of the wasted time
all the bad luck that kept your hands tied
call me up, we'll split on a box of wine
And if you need to hate everything
for the next month or two
I'll be there
when you pull through
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7. |
What Do We Do Now?
02:16
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Isn't it violence
if we let violence occur
in the cities we call home
for lack of a better words
on the streets where we kick dirt
to put off going to work
Let the rent pay itself this month
Or the ones that we stumble up
at four A.M to doors left unlocked
your roomates are all sleeping off
shitty coping methods and insomnia
There's a distance between
you and the evening news
It's all fiction if you want it to be
It's all fiction if you force yourself to sleep
Isn't it violence
if we all just close our eyes
turn our heads away
and tell each other lies
Instead of standing up
we all shift in our seats
and say "at least this isn't
happening to me"
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