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Burrito Woes
03:42
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well all things considered i’m used
but i never thought i was new
to you, we all had knew
i wish i knew you when i was small
i wish i didn’t know you at all
so you wont see me fall
and i could easily say it’s true
but you’ll never ask me to
and that’s how i’ll lose you
but in the end i really do care
in the places i find your hair
shh don’t fret, there there
the chipotle down the street
ran out of chicken and that’s too bad
but you could fax them your order
and i personally think that’s pretty rad
i’m sorry down from my heart
if i pull your hair
i’m a little childish
trying to show i care
where or where
are you there
the water on water street stopped running
and that’s just fucking lame
and you could call city hall
but they’ll never know your name
but when i hold out my hand
i find yours inside
the planet’s pretty ugly
but you’re a place to hide
and to confide
mom fell asleep at the wheel
and crashed right into a van
our jeep is totally totaled
but mom still has her hands
the engine blew and the tires all
screeched to dust
but mom can still hug her kids so i don’t
see what’s all the fuss
i don’t wanna be a downer anymore,
i wanna sleep at night
the world is pretty dark
but I can pretend it’s a little bright
everywhere around the bend,
people suffer their bind
so the chipotle down the street
may have run out of chicken
but i’m doing fine
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2. |
Igloo
02:20
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i built an igloo
in my backyard
with my bare hands,
and a plastic shard
from a watering can
that had no purpose in that air
there was no one there
no one there
but me
and my tiny frozen fingers
shoveling
snow enough to bring her
to tears
but no one really knows
and the ground is oh so cold
and I just want to go
home
i built an igloo
with my own cracked hands
fighting the frostbite,
this is no man’s land
with a plastic shard
from that watering can
I am what I am,
I wish I wasn’t
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3. |
Nineteen
01:57
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nineteen
doesn’t really
seem to mean
all that much to
anybody else but I can’t
think of a better age
for you to move into this ever
volatile, scary place
but I
want to die
almost every night
but you’re right by my side
so I might not want my sight
but you can read my eyes
I don’t want my sight
but you can read my eyes
here’s the deal
turn off your phone
put it away
and maybe this will feel like
home, in the most peculiar way
i don’t want to stay here
in this cruel place
but you can read my face and
say I’m not a waste so
i might not want my sight
but you can read my eyes
i don’t want my sight
but you can read my eyes
do
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4. |
What's To Come
02:34
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i woke up on a saturday
from what could only be a dream
or a nightmare
with a disguise on
what felt right but likely was wrong
but i have never been tamed
and i can’t follow your name
but the truth is that i’m not the same
and I would gladly take blame
for what’s to come
i woke up in my best clothes
dreaming of dying young
but i coughed up
my brittle bones
and my head
ached and moaned
but i don’t have all night
and i don’t have the might
but the truth is with you there’s no time
and you will never be mine
and that’s just fine
i missed my final encounter
i missed my final endeavor
i missed my final representer of
what’s
to
come
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5. |
Boxhead
02:53
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i don’t see why
they hate that guy
i know he puts on his head
and he screws it too tight
but i don’t see why
they want him to die
he’s hard to the edge
but soft to the bite
they all wanna kill him
but i swear he’s not the villain
but they all seem more than willing
well at least he’s got top billing
they ran him out of town
they ran him out of sight
threw him in the sea to drown
but he never tried to fight
locked him in an incinerator
and they roasted him just right
boxed in, captive and
he never said goodbye
that pretty box
they all wanna kill him
takes off his clothes
and he dances his face off
he’s a junkyard dog
he’s a big bad werewolf
lops off his head
when he takes on the night
don’t need a bed
when the end is in sight
they all wanna kill him
but i swear he’s not the villain
but they all seem more than willing
well at least he’s got top billing
click bang there he goes
and they shot him through the heart
dust settles, fallen down
and he doesn’t know the start
his mama shields her eyes
they can never see her cry
boxhead, laid to rest
but he never really dies
that pretty box
they all wanna kill him
but i’ll never see why
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6. |
Pretty Girl
03:14
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i’m a little lonely girl
i could love a little more
you’re an apathetic guy
with nothing to show for
i could be your fantasy
but that is all i’ll ever be
you can cross your fingers
but the chances won’t be bigger, so
build up your walls
put up all your guards
i will consume
your heart
take my hand
melt into my palms
i could be
your
time
bomb
i’m just a pretty girl who loves you
a mythic human being
don’t blink your eyes
i am nothing you’ve ever seen
or ever will for that matter
it’s tough to tell
but i can’t save you from your living
hell
ring a bell?
i will walk
put up all your guards
i will consume
your
heart
i’m just a pretty girl who loves you
a fiction unbelieved
i can bring you air
but you will never breathe
you’re gonna drown down there
up to your neck in lies
you may suffocate, but i’ll never
die
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7. |
Engine
05:58
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Chris Masih Boston, Massachusetts
my name is chris, i play in a couple other bands. this is not one of them. this is just me (and occasionally some friendly helping hands).
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i've known james since we were little kids and he is by far one of the best songwriters (and people) i know; do yourself a favor and check his stuff out
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