Sour Guy

by Sour Guy

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released July 11, 2012

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Track Name: Speedy Punchy
Blank mind
Kill time
Grey sky trapping me beneath forcing me to stay off my feet.
But then I realize the prize of free time is pointless. What's the point if I have nothing to show, nothing to point at?

All I've done is get baked on a couch. I'm not a couch potato I'm a mother fucking french fry.
This television set has negative net pleasure it's given me over the course of my coarse life.
Now all I do is complain about the weather as if sunny weather would affect whether or not I'd go outside.
I know I'd hide. I'd confide in staying beside my computer regretting I never tried.
So how's the view watching my conscious and subconscious collide?
Track Name: Get Off The Ride Man
Once two, now down to one.
That blast has cast a brand new hun.
Honey is far less sweet these days.
Turned artificial for the craze.
What I saw is not what I see.

The last thing you need now is to gamble more.
The track you're going down's the track you just ignore.
You're putting me through hell.
Get off the ride man.

Don't think I don't think that I would totally lose it if that happened to me.
But you can't change you're all have left from those photos we took in the 90s.
Maybe I'm coping a wrong way.

The last thing you need now is to gamble more.
The track you're going down's the track you just ignore.
You're putting me through hell.
Get off the ride man.
Track Name: Holy Art
My God
Your aimless clump of brain cells reasons that I'm wasting my time.
Why would someone ever do that? Well I did that.
It's such a shame. You're brain's blind.

I guess it's way to radical and radical for you. It's cool and crazy kid. These things you won't know could have led to this outlook that would force that mind to grow. To change, gain range, and explode. The awe is inevitable.

Colors are so much more vivid now that I get just what they are.
All these senses that I use to peer into you. You holy art which I'm apart.

I guess it's way to radical and radical for you. It's cool and it's crazy kid. These things that you won't know. Could have led to this outlook that would force that mind to grow. To change, gain range, and explode. The awe is inevitable.
Track Name: A Case Of The Reds
My cell phone rang. I read the name.
Later today. Put it away.

Not another knock off of that romance they faked on the tv. Not another set of emotions with default programing. Maybe I'm elite. It's a biological facade, and those in love look up at my feet.

I used to hope I'd find another, but it always ended up the same.
I'd rather stay content than risk playing the game.

Relight your flame. Break through the pain.
I know you're scabbed up but the scabs got to thick. The outside looks fine but inside you're sick.
You've turned yourself into a nut case trapped inside a shell.
Stop hiding away from these intense emotions it's time you leave behind your black and white hell.
Try for the high and forget that you fell.
Track Name: A Girl My Age Like Lenni
Waiting for the moment when you will strike. I’m getting sick of chicks who don’t care if the guy has any insight. To me they’re insects that just don’t know better. All they know is they have to go towards the light. I think I just gave up the fight. What’s the point of getting down, because there’s no one to get down with. I just need to search on the intellectual, open-minded side of town.

Stupid me. I used to try to get the girls in the beauty pageant. Lately, I can’t take my eyes of the girl backstage working the lights. She lives in an apartment a couple miles out of town. She lives with her two cats. I asked the director about her, he said people think she’s weird and no one gets her. I asked him how to reach her.

Whoa, what the hell just hit me in the face? Whoa, where the hell could of that pretty face come from? Kris, I know that you know better than to let this go straight to your head. You’ll end up falling flat on your face. Shut up brain I bet I’d like the taste of sweet concrete and of the sound of her laugh/sincerity asking me if was alright in a way wittier than you could ever think.

Stupid me. I used to try to get the girls in the beauty pageant. Lately, I can’t take my eyes of the girl backstage working the lights. She lives in an apartment a couple miles out of town. She lives with her two cats. I asked the director about her, he said people think she’s weird and no one gets her. I asked him how to reach her. In reality, I found her.