Georgia Slur’ NEW SONG
I don’t trust you very much
you just think that I’m a drunk
Yeah? Well I don’t like the way you talk
With your discount words
and your Georgia slur
I think maybe you should come over
I can’t afford the drugs but we can still get drunk
We’ll have some kids and make em’ feel like shit
Just like our parents did
I think thats probably why we get along
coked up stuck in a 50’s song.
I guess I only care about myself
and you only care about your god
your boring car and boring job
your cellphone pics and favorite restaurants, yeah
I think thats probably why we get along
all coked up stuck in a 50’s song
fuck no, I think you’ve got me all wrong
I’ve just been searching in the dirt
for what I should find in the sky
and i’ve been digging here all night
I guess i’m just scared of what I’ll find
So i’ll close my eyes
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It’s Totally Bedtime
I was young like you were young
You thought you’re the only one
Thats gets sad every time you go to sleep.
But now you’re getting older too
I see myself in the things you do
You’ve been consumed,
you’ve been used through and through.
You’ve been consumed,
You’ve been used through and through.
But nothing’s changed
its all just stayed the same
like the moment that I left
Everybody froze in place
So I should stay away
and just watch from outer space
Because what happens there at night
is just as lonely as the days.
Well, i’ve never seen a city take
So much time to formulate
To take its shape
and raise its ugly face
You always say you’re getting out
So get out man! don’t fuck around.
Become this actuality you’ve found.
Become this actuality you’ve found.
Well nothing’s changed
At least not enough to claim
a movement so profound
it could make me miss that place.
So I should stay away
And just hope you’re all okay
But if you want to know the truth
It don’t matter either way
It don’t matter either way.
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Born to Death or (The Collapse)
With puffy eyes from drinkin
I will tell you what i’m thinkin
About everything
We’ll talk about the songs
That make us wish that we were born in the 70’s
And we’ll sing that convalescent cold away
We were born with eyes to watch the summer coincide with our loveless lives
We were born with ears to hear the whisper of the years passing slowly by
Yeah, and i don’t think we ever had a chance
We were born to death and our weakened knees
Were the cause of the collapse
But I won’t die with my hands raised towards the sky
I take a little bit from everyone
I’d take the blame for what my fathers done
And i would curse the name of anyone who has every done him wrong
I’ll become what i’m supposed to be
An after-thought or a catastrophe
Or maybe i’m just the dichotomy between?
If I could tell the future
I’d predict that you and me, we’d be happier
We’d sing until our throats were raw
And never mark a day off the calendar
Because we’d never feel like we were wasting time
We talk alot and we don’t mean half the shit we say
And thats fine…
But I bet we’ll all grow old and become what we swear we are not.
I take a little bit from everyone
I’d take the blame for what my fathers done
And i would curse the name of anyone who has every done him wrong
I’ll become what i’m supposed to be
An after-thought or a catastrophe
Or maybe i’m just the dichotomy between?
Well, the winter weight felt like the army came
Imposing martial law
Each snowy soldier dressed in white
Like the princess at the ball
Well, i’ve made amends
Yeah, I’ve done my best
To lift my lonesome, concrete head
But the sun’s too scared to show herself
And all this pride is gonna break my neck
I take a little bit from everyone
I’d take the blame for what my fathers done
And i would curse the name of anyone who has every done him wrong
I’ll become what i’m supposed to be
An after-thought or a catastrophe
Or maybe i’m just the dichotomy between?
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