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Warm February
01:58
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could someone please tell me why i should be alive today?
been thinking about giving up on everything
trudge through this day, push thoughts away
breathe slow and stare
are you really even there?
and it feels like summer in atlanta
but the whole thing’s a lie
i tell myself i’ll move forward
but i feel alone in this fight
and it feels like summer in atlanta
but the whole thing’s a lie
i thought that i could hold something
but my hands seem empty tonight
who am i kidding?
i know you don’t think of me
i think about you incessantly
back of my mind, i dig in and dream
i am reaching out to grab anything
and it feels like summer in atlanta
but the whole thing’s a lie
i make tally marks on the walls
i am just biding my time
and it feels like summer in atlanta
but the whole thing’s a lie
i thought that i could hold something
but my hands seem empty tonight
and it feels like summer in atlanta
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2. |
Social Deficiencies
02:44
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cut the scene
looks like the joke’s on me
it burns the most when you know that you could’ve done better
i had a good friend tell me
“you’ve got social deficiencies, but you’ve got so much empathy, why can’t you just show what you feel?”
i feel
fucking uncomfortable in the most basic interactions and situations
i could fall in love with your handwriting, your body odor, and your imperfections
i guess it’s true that i obsess and that i’m a mess
i thought about it at least 100 times today and then i anxiously cursed myself out
i was picking at the holes in my jeans
and i was spewing words that didn’t convey what i was trying to mean
face got hot, what the hell
why did i keep repeating myself?
i woke up grinding my teeth in a cold sweat and i think
“these cats and these records, fuck, that’s all i’ve got left”
and i feel
fucking uncomfortable in the most basic interactions and situations
i could fall in love with your handwriting, your body odor, and your imperfections
i guess it’s true that i obsess and that i’m a mess
i thought about it at least 100 times today and then i anxiously cursed myself out
why the fuck did i do that
why the fuck did i say that
why the fuck did i text that
why the fuck did i walk there
why the fuck are my hands like this
why the fuck did i go out
why the fuck did i stay home
why the fuck
why the fuck
why the fuck
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i wish that i could fall asleep tonight
and wake up in your house
in a brand new town
wouldn't be scrambling around
trying to figure things out
i'm drinking coffee while you play songs
on a lost island
let's never work again
we'll say fuck the man
he was never our friend
i tell myself
that i fuck it all up
but i make it all up
in my head
things were prettier
things were dirtier
and every second had a meaning
i will tattoo carmen's name on my wrist
and drive to new orleans
listen to latterman
forget how it's been
never be lonely again
i'm drinking beer while you drink wine
i make weirdo art
i'll do it from the heart
say fuck the trends
this can be how it all ends
i tell myself
that i fuck it all up
but i make it all up
in my head
things were prettier
things were dirtier
and every second had a meaning
in my head
i made it up
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4. |
Beasts of Burden
02:06
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i had stagnated
just like all the rest
i was set up for
an easy death
they gave me a number
and i had accepted it
it’s not hard to forget
that we have so much fucking time left
but i broke the hand
of the man ran like this was my one last chance
i saw a life where we could live like we had always told ourselves that we’d be
i will be going down but not without a war
did you assume that i had nothing to fight for?
gonna be a force to be fucking reckoned with
never sought to set ourselves up to be a myth
but does fighting to keep your head above water make you a hero?
at that moment when it comes down to giving it 100% or giving it zero
heard the news today
they’re takin’ our homes away
where we’d built our beds
and we laid our heads
in the city heat
tank’s rolling down 13th street
we don’t have that much fucking time left
we welded the door shut
stood up
built a wall like this was our last stand
we saw a life where we could live like we had always told ourselves that we’d be
we will be going down but not without a war
did you assume that we had nothing to fight for?
gonna be a force to be fucking reckoned with
never sought to set ourselves up to be a myth
but does fighting to keep your head above water make you a hero?
at that moment when it comes down to giving it 100% or giving it zero
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there is something honest
about eating cold soup in a dirty motel room
while you're terrified
checking the window like you're gonna die
i had a dream about chicago last night
it was something like
shag carpet and vhs tapes of hardcore punk from the 80s
i've been inventing you for ages
let's sing something simple and dumb
like we will never overcome
and that's okay
seems like we get by anyway
let's sing something simple and dumb
like we will never overcome
and that's okay
seems like we get by anyway
i had a dream about new york today
guess that's my way
cold basements and cassette tapes
of history worth knowing
i'm on the precipice of growing
let's sing something simple and dumb
like we will never overcome
and that's okay
seems like we get by anyway
and maybe the whole city will burn the fuck down tonight
and i can finally accept defeat
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6. |
No Chill
02:07
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when i was just a kid
in kindergarten
the teacher told my mom i was her least favorite kid
and there are 3 reasons for this
so let's just get right to it
one i was the youngest one
i didn't speak english
that takes care of two
my family's brazilian
the third and final reason on her list was
when it came to writing i used the left one
these things always seem to happen
but i'm not mad about it
i'm fucking furious
but i gotta maintain
nothing in this life is easy or fair
so why would this be?
i'm fucking delirious
i should really get some sleep
i got that wild look in my eyes again
my functions aren't functioning
and i've been wasting precious time
beating up myself
for shit i don't do right
and i've been fucking up my mind
hating on myself
for all my goddamn life
and the closest
that i ever came
to love was a wreck
i left it all for dead
these things they always seem to happen
but i'm not mad about it
i'm fucking furious
but i gotta maintain
nothing in this life is easy or fair
so why would this be?
i'm fucking delirious
i should really get some sleep
i got that wild look in my eyes again
my functions aren't functioning
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7. |
Spring Street Station
02:15
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i thought about you at the spring street station
staring at the cracked tiles on the wall
thinking “it says a lot that you didn't make an effort or call”
declaration in denial
i’m uninvesting my time
not that you haven’t reached out or tried to be kind
but i’ve got a weird brain
tends to pine
for your apathetic scent
i should charge rent
for the space you take up in my mind
i’m sorry for writing a love song
they’re fucking boring
is this even a love song? i don't know but it’s fucking boring
i thought about you walking on the brooklyn bridge at night
the city was stacked and lit
like that pile of empty miller lite
that probably lives by your bed
and tucks you in at night
i was listenin to lifetime
the city smelled like weed
i was doing mental gymnastics trying to make every song about you
and me
i thought about you at that show when my friend broke her phone
yeah, you got a lotta broken shit too
i’m sorry for writing a love song
they’re fucking boring
is this even a love song? i don't know but it’s fucking boring
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8. |
Seeds
01:09
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we’ve gotta do more
growing into listlessness with our old ideals
while our culture reaps, our culture still kills
there’s a housing war in our city today
homelessness grows and ya still don’t have change?
there was a time when i had daggers drawn and so did you
hand ‘em over to the underprivileged youth
i blame me
i blame me
keep planting seeds
i gotta keep planting seeds
white washed art in white walled galleries
straight from the cult of universities
that shit still don’t speak to me
would you still value art if it was given for free?
gotta arm ourselves for alternatives that are real
if we don’t start now, we never will
gotta hold myself accountable
never tell myself it’s insurmountable
i blame me
i blame me
keep planting seeds
gotta keep planting seeds
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9. |
Stay Weird! Stay Loud!!
01:32
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and the ballot casts itself
decides who gets to the top
it's not funny but it's a joke
like feeling safe around a cop
or destroying someone's home
just to make more shops
and on the corner of edgewood and boulevard
the same very place mlk grew up
the white owner of church the bar
explained why we shouldn't riot for trayvon
and it's hard to always make all the right moves
but i felt power in your bike wheels spinning over broken glass
i felt it in our old house's decaying past
and we can build new spaces through creativity
we can push against in solidarity
your voice saved my life and it could save more
take it back
it's what we're moving towards
reconnect to rebuild
fuck police
stay weird
stay loud
stay queer
reconnect to rebuild
fuck police
stay punk
stay fucked
stay here
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10. |
Last Look at Atlanta
02:15
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i left a part of my heart in a beat up and unstable house
although a lot of the time i wanted to strike a match and burn that thing down
there is a history in all our houses
i’ve said it before
you’ve carved your name into the broken frame of this closing door
we did too many drugs and i saw our life from every perspective
it was the only time that i ever felt
that we could calm down
and talk some shit out
i love you in some ways
but this just can not work out
deconstruction is not the same thing as destruction
we’ve gotta move, we’ve gotta go, we’ve gotta change, and we’ve gotta grow
and deconstruction is not the same thing as destruction
we’d never forsake the memories we’ve made
like when you held my hand outside that show at that house where your band played a 4 song set
i thought you were all i’d ever need
but our lives never turn out like we expect them to be
and we fucked up
but there is more good in these years than bad
we’ve always had a hard time focusing on that
deconstruction is not the same thing as destruction
we’ve gotta move, we’ve gotta go, we’ve gotta change, and we’ve gotta grow
and deconstruction is not the same thing as destruction
the end of the track always fades to black
i am leaving the south and i am never coming back
i took one last look at atlanta and i clenched my fist
i made a list of all the people who’ve inspired me
thank you for not going down easily
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Wayward Kid Atlanta, Georgia
folky pop punx
hannah - guitar/vox
mark - guitar/vox
jordan - drums/vox
tom - bass
waywardkidatl@gmail.com
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