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I am your fool. I am your clown
You barely notice when my blood soaks the ground.
You just kinda smirk. You look pretty smug.
No conscience to haunt you. You know little of love.
You know nothing more than anyone else.
But you make decisions.
Because of your wealth.
You never play fair. You're rude and you're crass.
You have so much money and so little class.
You own a car: costs more than a house
I'll never afford. You must be so proud.
I'm no better than you and so I confess.
While you and I sleep some others have less.
But what do we do? Pretend not to see.
Just keep ignoring so we can find sleep.
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Sleeping in this morning. Nowhere else to be.
Tried to kill some memories.
And the pressure's crushing. Here I am again.
Where the hell do I begin?
So I bite my tongue. Fill my mouth with blood and words I shouldn't say.
So I bite my tongue. Fill my mouth with blood and words.
I shouldn't let my voice get lost and carried away.
Pariah me. No dignity.
Landslide words leave ears dirty.
And I'm drowning in a flood of thoughts and words.
True intentions never heard.
So I bite my tongue. Fill my mouth with blood and words I shouldn't say.
So I bite my tongue. Fill my mouth with blood and words.
I shouldn't let me voice get lost and carried away.
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No Such Thing
02:01
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We'll I've said it so man times it almost feels like a lie.
Fuck that! You know that I meant to say.
Oh, can you hear me?
There's no such thing as being normal.
Well don't be fooled by the facade or surprised by the charade.
Deep down everybody feels the same.
And always remember:
There's no such thing as being normal.
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4. |
Sales Per Square Foot
02:20
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Is your life empty? Well you're in luck!
Here in America, we can fill your life with stuff!
We have everything that you'll never need.
With every purchase made, you help to power the machine.
God forbid the wheel ever stops turning.
We have our ways to keep your heart yearning.
We have every size and every price point.
Landfills to fill, captains of industry to anoint.
Yeah, we don't need them. No it is they who need us.
No we don't need them. No it is they who need us.
They need us.
Is your life empty? Well you're in luck!
Here is America, we fulfill your soul with stuff!
We keep you distracted from what's really wrong.
Fuel insecurity and fear so you never see what is really going on.
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Libertarian Value System
02:08
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It's a dirty job! Who's going to do it? 'Cause we sure won't do it here.
We want more! We want it cheaper! Divide the world by (buy) it's tiers (tears).
A little game on ourselves that we play to keep them at arm's length now.
Delusions keep discomfort at bay, but the gap closes more each day now.
Inconvenient consequences not governed by nationality.
Draw lines, make borders to avoid responsibility.
A little game on ourselves that we play to keep them at arm's length now.
Delusions keep discomfort at bay, but the gap closes more each day now.
There is no third world. There is only one.
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Angel of Batavia
05:40
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Everybody that I know - they just roll their eyes
When I bring you up again. And it's no surprise
They're just sick of hearing you name pass across my lips.
Everything's been bitter since the day I lost your kiss.
You don't know how you feel.
I will be the stone and you're the sea.
So your gentle waters caress me.
Instead, I am the desert - you're the stone!
And I do all I can to leave you alone.
Even knowing how it all would end,
I'd do it all again without a doubt.
'Cause one day with you is worth a year of misery without.
You said that I was special.
I will be the stone and you're the sea.
So your gentle waters caress me.
Instead I am the desert - you're the stone!
And I do all I can to leave you alone.
Everybody tells me to let go and move on
Like I haven't been trying for months.
Had I known that it would be our final kiss,
I would have done much more then to savor it.
What made me thing this could become real?
I will be the stone and you're the sea.
So your gentle waters caress me.
Instead I am the desert - you're the stone!
And I do all I can to leave you alone.
To hell with these sunny days!
Take me back to nights of rain in your arms.
Lay my head down on your bare chest.
I hear your hear - you stroke my hair.
You needed a change. You moved out west.
You took a change and you found me there.
Oh Yeah!
We won't ever touch again.
I will be the stone and you're the sea.
So your gentle waters caress me.
Instead I am the desert - you're the stone!
And I do all I can to leave you alone.
You will be the storm and I'm the sea.
So your violent winds - they corrupt me.
You hit my life like a lightning bolt.
Please understand that it's not your fault.
Oh Yeah!
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7. |
Faux News Shouting Match
03:22
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I try to keep perspective on the violence I despise.
Events that tend to happen underneath a desert sky.
And I've had it up to here.
And I hate what's become clear.
I don't want tone more drop of blood spilled in my name.
And I got so depressed from a photo in the news.
Dubya took his hand but he could not give him back his face.
And I've had it up to here.
Oh, I hate what's become clear.
I don't want one more drop of blood spilled in my name.
I don't know what I can do. I'm only one person.
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Mansplaining
03:09
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Good girls play dumb for all the boys.
They're taught that smart girls are only background noise.
Secure a man. Primary drive.
The clock is ticking and you're running out of time.
Don't believe a word! Not a single thing they say!
The images advertisements work hard to portray.
You are more than what simply meets the eye!
A heart, a soul, a dream, a mind and only you decide what you are.
There's only one thing that you're good for.
But if you like it then we'll label you a whore.
We have the language-words that define
Your thought as deviant and your body as a lurid crime.
Don't believe a word! Not a single thing they say!
The images advertisements word hard to portray.
You are more than what simply meets the eye!
A heart, a soul, a dream, a mind and only you decide what you are.
Don't take my word for it. You know more than I could
About this sad topic and you don't need me to be understood.
Don't believe a word!
Don't believe a word! Not a single thing they SAY!
They images advertisements work hard to portray.
You are more than what simply meets the eye!
A heart, a soul, a dream a mind and only you decide what you are.
Don't believe a word!
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Fashion Punks, Fuck Off!
01:34
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What does it matter what she looks like?
How does it affect the way that she plays?
If she was a man, you wouldn't be asking.
Your concern would be the music he makes.
"You have to qualify before you hit the stage."
"You have to justify why we should let you play."
You only listen to thirty fucking bands.
And most of those - they all sound the same.
Don't care what you call it. I know what I like.
"A rose by any other name."
"You have to qualify before you hit the stage."
"You have to justify why we should let you play."
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For Elise
04:22
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You accidentally forgot a bottle of perfume.
When I felt masochistic I would spray the room
Boil down to the residue of what I wouldn't say.
Amputate and replicate another wasted day.
All right!
For a time the sheets still held the fragrance of your hair.
When it was gone I breathed real deep, but the scent just wasn't there.
Boil down to the residue of what I wouldn't say.
Amputate and replicate another wasted day.
Don't forget to cake regret onto the photograph
Of you and me happily ignoring what we'd never have.
So curse my name - and the day I walked into your life.
In August time, you realized you'd never be my wife.
Boil down to the residue of what I wouldn't say.
Amputate and replicate another wasted day.
And I'd hate to cite that song you like,
But damn, "It feels so rough."
Sometimes love just isn't enough.
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11. |
New Year's Revelations
04:58
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I'm too old to be doing this right now.
And I know I'll make it through today somehow.
In the last twenty months, I have cried more tears
Than I have in the last fifteen fucking years.
I have nothing left.
Nothing left to lose.
So I hold my breath when I think of you.
Am I really this depressed?
Or am I simply bored?
I'm not cool - I never was - I don't care anymore.
Am I really this damn bored?
Or am I just depressed?
If I get a chance at bat, well I'm swinging for the fence.
And you know that I mean.
Nothing matters to me.
I want to feel young one more time.
And I want to feel alive once in my life.
Is it so much to ask for one good year?
I want to feel alive once in my life.
Sometimes I hope for an accident
When I can't cope with disappointment.
It feels like I've been wrong in every choice I've made.
Every crossroads in my life, I should have went the other way.
I have nothing left.
Nothing left to lose.
So I hold my breath when I think of you.
Empty room. Propped up on stage.
And expected to dance.
"Better enjoy it while you can. You only have once chance."
Paint a smile on your face.
Sell them on, "It's fine."
Pretend you don't notice everyone leaving you behind.
And you know what I mean.
It's nothing to me.
I want to feel young one more time.
And I want to feel alive for once in my life.
Is it so much to ask for one good year?
I want to feel alive once in my life.
Paralyzed by your doubts and your fears.
So much left to do. Don't let me die here!
No.
And I want to feel young one more time.
And I want to feel alive once in my life.
Nothing matters to me!
Yeah, you know what I mean!
It's all nothing to me.
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The Windermeres Denver, Colorado
The Windermeres are a punk rock band from Denver, Colorado. They formed in December of 2012. They named their band after a
street in their home town.
They self released an album in 2014 called, "Anthem Of The Recession Generation." In 2016 FTLP Records released their second album, "Continental Divide."
Andrew - Guitar, Backing Vocals
Chris - Vocals, Guitar
Jeremy - Drums, Backing Vocals
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