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23
03:47
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Oh 23, what a deep, dark, creepy valley.
Broke my racing heart with all I could 'til I'd sleep.
I was swerving everyday. Somehow wound up in a town With no loved ones for miles away. How I'm craving you now.
Now I get why you were begging me not to go.
I was so sure we would simply figure it out.
If I could do it all again, I would check my footing twice. Think about it every night. Make sure we would have a life. I can't see through this without you.
Now I come home to this wandering mind I loath. I could give this up - all these dreams of my own. To be with you every night sounds so right,
But I worry I'd go away - I've been there before.
I was 23 and I needed to begin my life.
Last second scramble to apply. Drank to escape every night.
Two accepts and two declines - I chose the flight, not the drive.
Now separated, together we cry. And I'm so sorry.
Now I don't know if there's anything to do.
I feel so trapped in my life. I need you.
So where do I go now?
Where do I go now?
Where do I go now? Where do I go now? Where do I go now?
Where do I go now? Where do I go now? Where do I go now?
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Alopecia
02:55
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Eight Years Out
03:24
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Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out... I don’t know what to say - things are kinda stable now. Of course I miss you being around, but I’ve gotten used to - you know - you not being around. I... I try to think of the good times, but they all blur into this one really long memory, and it’s... it’s impossible to pick one out. (yeah, it’s really hard) uhh.. It’s not the same with the bad ones.
On the day that you left me,
I wanted to meditate like you taught me, but I kept falling asleep.
I thought to call you, and then it hit me.
yep... you can’t call dead mom... uh... alright, that was a bad one. Try to do a good one. alright uh... a good one... Pick a year. 2000... 3. Okay, 2003, I was in the sixth grade (uh-huh); we just got our cat (yeah); uh you would take me to school pretty much everyday... those were good times. (yeah, they were good times.) good times in the car... right... yeah...(yeah, they were good) yeah.. uh, think of a trip. (uh) We went to Italy. (yeah that was a good trip) You thought it was beautiful there. (mm-hmm mm-hmm) Yeah, uh... uh we had a good time. That was a good time. (right...) yeah? (yeah...) yeah? (uh...) yeah... Maybe I should look at a picture. uh... (Am I repressing them...) uh... (no...) I remember the bad ones fine.
Cancer Mom was hard to watch. She went crazy.
You just wanted to die so pure and naturally.
But we weren’t letting go. Fighting for miracles.
Then as I watched you take your last breath,
I smiled. It’s what you wanted. It was what was best.
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out- become kinda numb to all that drama.
Eight years out- but don’t think I don't miss my momma.
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out
Eight years out, become kinda numb to all that drama.
Eight years out, but don’t think I don't miss my momma.
Eight years....
On the day that you left me,
I wanted to meditate like you taught me, but I kept falling asleep.
I thought to call you, and then it hit me.
Eight years out
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4. |
New Juice
01:33
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1234512345123451 (*counting the five sub-divisions*)
The first root beer I had - I thought that it was whack.
But something ‘bout it would always keep me coming back.
And now when a waitress asks, “Drink?” You know the beverage I choose. Succumb to its spell. That flavor - so smooth.
So don’t mind me, I’m sipping on my new juice.
New juice.
Gotta try it.
New juice.
It tastes good.
New juice.
Oh I be sippin on it, sippin on it, new juice.
Try it - new juice
Yeah - new juice
I first heard it on youtube - I had to turn the sound down.
It just didn’t make sense: “five what? five how?”
But then I soaked it on up, and now I spit it on out.
And you’ve heard the good word, so will believers please shout:
“Five beats is the truth. It brings you new youth. New juice.”
New juice.
Gotta try it.
New juice.
It tastes good.
New juice.
Well now you’re sippin on it, sippin on it, new juice.
Well now you’re sippin on it, sippin on it, new juice.
Drink up.
New juice.
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Funk Won't Let Me Go
03:44
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Thwack, ooh, came to under seeing stars,
With thumbs down wind howling, “boo.”
Sun told moon of all the burns she seared on scars.
Shadow peaced for someone new.
This funk won’t let me go.
This funk won’t let me go.
And every time I plead to be set free,
Mother nature laughs at me.
Let me go.
Close my eyes just to feel nothing -
One thing I thought I’d never lose.
Dissolving emotions that pull these minor strings.
But still that one won’t dilute.
This funk won’t let me go.
This funk won’t let me go.
And every time I try to dissipate,
It just clings to me like fate.
Let me go.
This funk won’t let me.
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Square One
02:59
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I went though your interview process.
I impressed them, and the data team wanted me -
I was good to go - but then the CEO said no.
Fuck the CEO. The CEO - I don’t like you CEO.
Back to square one.
Fucking hate square one.
Fuck me and the CEO.
I did everything - I stayed up all night doing your technical challenge -
and did like eight interviews with you - still I don’t get the position.
Fuck you.
Specifically the CEO. The data team’s cool with me.
They even wanted me. It was the CEO. Fuck the CEO.
So I just had a bunch of chips
and drank a bunch of coca-cola to forget this.
Now I get to start anew - like I already did. Fuck.
Fuck the CEO. Fuck me. Fuck all of this.
Now I go back on LinkedIn and do this shit all over again.
I really don’t want to do that at all.
Fuck this. Fuck the CEO. Fuck the CEO.
Back to square one.
Fucking hate square one.
Fuck me.
Back to square one.
Fucking hate square one.
Fuck me.
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7. |
Pushover
02:36
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This incredible amount of love turned to an incredible amount of hate. Should I put a restraining order on you or get you to put one on me.
Your name now has this eerie ring, triggering all I’ve erased.
When the pushover cries, “Enough is enough,”
You see, that’s when you know you’ve made a mistake.
Leave me alone.
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8. |
Stone Cold Algebra
02:58
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Stone Cold Algebra - how we’ll get there I don’t know.
But that X marks the spot, and I know we’ll find it someday.
I was alone when I woke after dreaming that we broke.
Please pick up your phone. The tone I hear from you:
grey highs, violet goodbyes, hung up in a dull blue.
Oh I needed you today.
But you’re so far away.
And I know that you tried to ping your love off satellites,
But that wasn’t enough today.
I sat alone at my desk, crunching numbers, growing stressed,
aching for a rest - what can I do.
So sweet of you to say, “Are you okay?”
Though all I will say is “yes.”
Oh I needed you today.
But you’re so far away.
And I know that you tried to ping your love off satellites,
But that wasn’t enough today.
All of this, she says to me teary-eyed over Skype.
Terrified as could be, she asked me, “Will we be okay?”
It’s just Stone Cold Algebra - how we’ll get there I don’t know.
But that X we will find, and your home will be mine someday.
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9. |
Someday
03:38
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In many ways, they’ll miss the good old days
Someday, Someday
It hurts to say, but I want you to stay
Sometimes, Sometimes
When we was young, oh man did we have fun
Always, Always
Promises they break before they're made
I find sometimes
Oh my ex says I'm lacking in depth
I will try my best
You say you wanna stand by my side
Darling your head's not right
You see alone we stand, together we fall apart
Hey, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I don’t have to try so hard
Tables, they turn sometimes
Oh, somedays
I ain't wasting no more time
Now my fears, they come to me in threes
So I sometimes
Say fate my friend, you say the strangest things
I find sometimes
Oh my ex says I'm lacking in depth
I will try my best
You say you wanna stand by my side
Darling your head's not right
You see alone we stand together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I don’t have to try so hard
Tables, they turn sometimes
Oh somedays
I ain't wasting no more time
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