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I found health in life in motion,
But I could be like you.
On the streets of Barcelona,
Flirting with substance abuse.
I come here hat in hand,
Please chuck a penny my way.
I'll catch it with my teeth,
and arf like a seal.
I'm so lonely and so gutted,
Like a trout,
Whilst you are the fisherman,
I swim the stream of self-doubt.
If I could be so lucky,
You will pluck me from the sea,
Before I build my own coffin,
From IKEA carpentry.
I'm an animal born to be ferried to an abattoir,
We're kinda all the same,
A bunch of vicious carnivores,
Both literally and figuratively,
Feed me meat.
I'll drink milk before bed,
And this cosy van sleep.
Because good things come and then they end,
It's cruel I suppose,
How love ends as quick as it begins,
So I left my home.
I've burned the candle, but I'm up for a fight.
Let's drink in the day and pretend it's night.
I love my tinpot operation
,
I am a shoe string radio
AM station,
Broadcasting direct to you,
Some songs of alienation,
To penetrate your ears,
Cut a slice out of your brain,
As I feed you my tears.
I am the grand dictator,
The conductor of this orchestra,
The unhinged pariah of the pop punk cornucopia
.
We're all content creators,
In a scary world of narcissists,
In the age of the shaming,
The shameless become kings.
But If I could forge a helmet,
In jess’s dads basement,
Maybe I could join the melee,
And keep my heart beating steady.
Because good things come and then they end,
It's cruel I suppose,
How love ends as quick as it begins,
So I left my home.
I've burned the candle, but I'm up for a fight.
Let's drink in the day and pretend it's night.
The blissful moment you wake up,
and don’t know who or where you are,
Before it all comes flooding in,
The private hell that you’ve patched together.
The moments in my life that I keep in captivity,
Like when I learned to play guitar,
Captained the football C team.
I should have stayed at home,
And found passion in the algebra,
Saw wonder in a test tube,
Argued in a court of law
.
I was an inch off the goal posts,
Now I’m cradled in row Z
,
Found myself more American than I ever hoped to be.
Because good things come and then they end,
It's cruel I suppose,
How love ends as quick as it begins,
So I left my home.
I've burned the candle, but I'm up for a fight.
Let's drink in the day and pretend it's night.
When I was a kid, I wanted to drive a tractor and play the violin,
Cause there was candy on offer.
Instead I played piano,
And I oogle at pick-up trucks.
Just pacing in the dark,
I am a failure in the muck, or is it mire?
Forever, and ever..... Aymen.
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Malady
04:38
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Bully
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Holy Pinto Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Indie-pop band from Canterbury, England. Now based in Milwaukee, WI.
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