1. |
lud-lows
02:51
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*“Door’s always open if you want to leave”*
but I’m a sucker for suggestion!
*Free drinks, hugs, and peeks.*
*Nightlife at the late bar,
with artificial light and coloured glass.*
*Hide your reflection and reflect on your past.*
ch. *La la la la la la
La la la la la la*
*You’ll find no friends in here.*
*La la la la la la
La la la la la la*
*You’ll drink no good ideas.*
*The morning’s gunna be difficult.
Gallons of water cannot baptize
the devil of a previous night
or the pain of a previous life*
“because you stay silver... *second best?*
people who go for gold are greedy.”
*forget- to forgive- to fear- to going out*
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2. |
punk rock gatorade
04:02
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*I’m all for jumping into the deep end
but first, fill-er-up. My spirit’s dryin’ out!
We used to soar at the sound of the chord,
but now I’m gunna need a kickstarter.*
*Pour that Punk rock gatorade & make a young man out of me.*
Ch. %Make these minutes feel like seconds
and these hours into minutes.
Make time fly like I am having fun.%
I’d be a cool cat if I could move,
but I’m quantum locked if you look.
Lifetime embarrassment got me broken in all wrong,
so let’s fill in these holes!
Pour that Punk rock gatorade & make a young man out of me.
Ch.
*Face down friends never what they seem.
Full house or royal flush.
What hand’s this night gunna play?
Two of a kind? or Three? Let’s not care and go all-in.*
Ch.
My pair of tens to your bet.
What comes ‘round the riverbend?
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3. |
pay, play, projector!
03:14
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Love everlasting from multiple lights…
can you grow addicted?
Hidden in the dark? Shivering in the cold
*in need of repairs to stop this draft.
Unknowingly, foundation’s close to collapse.*
*Ya can’t feel perfect.
Ya can’t feel right.
Ya gotta hear it said.
“Stay up all night.”*
ch. Would you be adorable eyes?
Would you be the perfect guy?
Would you brave the storm alright?
or Would you let go of your life?
Would you play the victim for a smile?
Would you set yourself on fire?
*Second lives keep on stacking up*
*(and you’re soaked to the bone).*
*Ten thousand pounds of images*
*and the bulb’s getting white.*
You’ve gotta get hidden.
You’ve gotta get away.
*Ya can’t feel perfect.
Ya can’t feel right.
Ya gotta hear it said.
“Stay up all night.”*
Ch.
%An addiction to attention attracts all sorts of moths
to eat away at your clothes,
and suddenly you’re caught with your pants down.
Ya just can’t.%
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4. |
damaged goods
02:54
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Hand-holding, stab wounds.
Kisses like razors.
Small-talk, cigarettes.
Real lifetime tragedies.
Eyes, loving headlights.
Car-crash contentment.
Shotgun Wedding sentiment.
Drunkenly drugged dawns.
Ch1. %Don’t sing of sorrowful story settings too sad to speak.%
%Don’t sing of sorrowful story settings too sad to speak.%
“‘cuz we are so the same.
bring me the broken pieces and we’ll line them up.
we will walk away from a world too late,
or we may craft a broken hope from hate.”
Ch1.
Ch2. *Anything for a smile: smoke, sting, sex, and song.*
*Anything for a smile: smoke, sting, sex, and song.*
For thirty voided years of effort,
kamikaze attempts to reconcile
the pieces of a broken heart.
Bring me the broken pieces and we’ll line them up.
Ch1+2.
*Healing never works like it should*
*when painful times are standard.*
*Healing never works like it should.*
*Cold turkey, serve another*
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5. |
shot's on me!
02:38
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Ch. *Please! Please! Don’t buy me a shot!
Please! Please! Don’t buy me a shot!
Don’t buy me a shot!
Please! Please! Don’t buy me a shot!
Please! Please! Don’t buy me a shot!
Don’t buy me a shot!*
*Dinner didn’t come. Didn’t catch that slice. Didn’t wanna bite into any sort of bread.
Didn’t wanna come out. Not with you. Didn’t prepare. I didn’t. I didn’t do my hair!*
*I did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t
did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did.*
%Squirming! Swimming! Sleeping on the bar!%
%And its only three AM!%
%Squirming! Swimming! Sleeping on the bar!%
%And its only three AM!!%
*I did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t
did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did-did-didn’t, did.*
Ch.
I’m feeling jacob’s ladder and lost minded
separation of body and soul - SICK extraction
all the kiddies sing all God chorus-y:
“please please buy me a shot!”
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6. |
don't stay
04:19
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I caught you looking through the coloured glass.
I couldn’t sense anything on purposed presentation.
*Big problems grow bigger when ignored*, so I looked away.
%Ignorance is bliss, but better when its faked.%
Ch1. *We are devils in denial.
We are angels ill-equipped.
Don’t stay. Don’t stay. Don’t stay.*
I stopped feeling safe by the whisper of a hand.
I strained to feign connection with modern common sense.
*Big fires get hotter with a lack of attention*
*and the cold gets so cold when you’re lacking protection.*
Ch1. **
Ch2. We are unfortunate desires.
We are impossible events.
*Don’t stay. Don’t stay. Don’t stay.*
You’re not gunna get me to dance.
You’re not gunna get me all twisted inside.
You’re not gunna hear any secrets,
*cuz you’re not gunna stay.
You’re not gunna stay.*
%Don’t stay. Don’t stay. Don’t stay. Don’t stay.%
%Don’t stay. Don’t stay. Don’t stay. Don’t stay.%
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7. |
CLOSED
04:00
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*Is it 4/2 AM yet?*
*inching towards the door.*
*If only one could stay to fight off sleep,*
*the need to eat, to shower, and shave.*
*Two hours of sleep, and another cheated day.*
We fear going home. Our heart’s in our chest. For this was “it”!
*”The night of miracles!”* *All solutions presented in even ounces!*
*Stumble out into smokey cold %and sneaking wavelengths of blue.%
%We fear going home. Our heart’s in our chest. For this was “it”! This was “it”!%
Ch. *Return now, in backward steps,
to boring conversations,
bright sidewalks,
and black cups of coffee.*
*Retreat’s closed, so clear out
clean glasses, counted cash,
and quiet streams of vapor.*
Cast dismissed,
leave the set to the crew.
Act all you want.
You will still be you.
Can you see the circles ‘round my eyes
now that we meet in bright light?
%You will still be you.
You will still be you.%
Ch.
Thank you dimness, thank you Tessellations ‘neath tired eyes.
Be well world of worries, secret lives, runaway monday nights.
*Steady stomach!* *Struggle to fall to rise again!*
%To live a half-life unfulfilled!%
*The nightlife*
*The nightlife*
*The nightlife*
sleeps past ten!
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Shithead's Rainbow Bayonne, New Jersey
Shithead's Rainbow
is
Nick Maratta
Claire Page
Nick Jorgensen
Ryan Treppedi
Dan Nagano-Gerace
bayonne nj junk rock
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