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People in Missouri can't drive for shit
I lack beauty
I lack grace
I am everything you don't wanna face
I am the beauty
I am deceit
I am the sole thing comprising defeat
You're a slave to ebb and flow
Everything you wanted to know
Is lost to timeless backwards flow
Never staying on a roll
Can't have nice things for too long
Good decisions seldom last
Banning Lincoln, lines undone
To ensure you're stuck in the past
I am the beauty
I am deceit
I owe the soles that keep on running my feet
I am your savior
I am a snake
Come eat this apple
Come have a drink
And I'm no longer afraid to dance tonight
I'm no longer afraid to dance
And I'm no longer afraid of death tonight
Oh yes, I'm no longer afraid of death
And now the bells
No, never mind
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
There's no going back to the right
Alright, I'm getting kinda tired of this
You're a slave to ebb and flow
Everything you wanted to know
Is lost to timeless backwards flow
Never staying on a roll
Can't have nice things for too long
Good decisions seldom last
Banning Lincoln, lines undone
To ensure you're stuck in the past
You're a slave to ebb and flow
Everything you wanted to know
Is lost to timeless backwards flow
Never staying on a roll
Can't have nice things for too long
Good decisions seldom last
Banning Lincoln, lines undone
To ensure you're stuck in the past
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I Miss You, Lukas
03:12
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What did you say
What was the last thing you said that day
I don't know if
What you said to me held any secret meaning
Did it hold weight
Guess I'll wait and see
Wasted all our time, but at least it was fun
Trying hard's been out of style since late 2001
Nothing's left but cracking necks with rubber soles
The last breath escapes the cadaver, but pretend that it's the soul
I never think of the past, never tell the truth
The perforated plastic memories of youth
A perfect fit for you
So run away, run away
It's all in my head
But possible it's something that I said
I have never been very eloquent
Guess I should take responsibility for that
I miss those summers
Talking about TV shows
Tier lists of drummers
And how they fit the songs we know
Wasted all our time, but at least it was fun
Trying hard's been out of style since late 2001
Nothing's left but cracking necks with rubber soles
The last breath escapes the cadaver, but pretend that it's the soul
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Round Buttons
03:36
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Memory is hazy and the days are fucking crazy
Was it last year or last week
Settle for starvation cause I gotta make a payment
Discuss your salary
Impending automation, so invent the motivation
When facts remain unseen
Longing for her innocence, the relative indifference
Enthralled by the TV
Par for the course
There is so much more to be lost
Maintain the House
While the chambers are finally locked
The tone-deaf brays for unity beget the trumpets' calls to forgive and forget
They'll say you don't qualify for help
Aqua likes to play with tubes
Aqua likes to play with round buttons
She doesn't like the noise
But she's fine with guitar
She'll probably cause you to bleed
But she'll capture your heart
She doesn't mind a Wings loss
Just as long as they move
And when she hears the song
She doesn't feel the groove
Guess I don't want everything from her after all
They'll say you don't qualify for help
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Where's your fucking "Law and Order" now
Guess it don't apply unless you're sufficiently brown
Wish that I could say that I'm surprised
The Elephants are terrorists, don't look 'em in the eyes
No
There is no sympathy for the dead
Cause you're better off a communist than proudly being red
Storm the Chamber with your guns and IEDs
Actively offended by masks and taking knees
Identify the snowflakes, they form an avalanche
And though this is the first time, I can't say it'll be the last one
There is no sympathy for the dead
Cause you're better off a communist than proudly being red
Now it's time to reap that which you've sown
Don't be fucking shocked, just look at all the flags you've flown
I don't fucking know you, and I don't fucking care
Crawl back to your swamp and quit polluting my air
Go away
There is no sympathy for the dead
Cause you're better off a communist than proudly being red
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Elevators
01:36
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These solar flares lay waste to everything we see
I am afraid this'll undermine our legacy
So come with me
Kickstart the generators
Take down the elevators
Come with me if you wanna live
Throw away what you cannot give
Take down the elevators
Kickstart the generators
Come with me if you wanna live
Throw away what you cannot give
So raise a banner for our temporary victory over the molten sea
Take down the elevators
Kickstart the generators
This is our legacy
Come with me if you wanna live
Throw away what you cannot give
This is our legacy
Take down the elevators
Kickstart the generators
It's all we'll ever be
Come with me if you wanna live
Another lashing from your pitchforked tongue
Throw away what you cannot give
I don't need to hear you begging me for attention
Cannot give
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Partition
03:04
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Couldn't feel the sun
We're lost and betrayed
Buried half-alive
The limbs have decayed
These artful bones should be studied
In present tense, it's disgusting
We're stuck with
Please sir, may we have some more
Trickle to the floor
Yeah, I'm ready and waiting
Where's my fuckin money
It's getting better today
It will be better tomorrow, darling
We'll make it better today
It will better tomorrow, I promise
No
The center won't hold
So dismantle the road
Of gold-plated ones and zeros
You already know shit's gonna go down
So grab a torch and a keyboard and burn your fuckin block to the ground
It's getting better today
It will be better tomorrow, darling
We'll make it better today
It's getting better tomorrow, I promise
No
It's getting better today
It will be better tomorrow, darling
We'll make it better today
It's getting better tomorrow, I promise
Oh, the network rots the brain
Those who care are criminals
So brutalize and pepper spray
Yes, the republic is dead
So post your pictures of your "rise and grind" and "getting that bread"
It's getting better today
It will be better tomorrow, baby
We'll make it better today
It's getting better tomorrow, I promise
No
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8. |
October 13
06:22
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Await the silver lining
Don't wait for long
Alive for now
Embrace the shell of action
Concentric by
Design, you'll find
A break from these distractions
24 hours
Is not enough
No one told me "read the air"
No one worries if I'm there
And I agree it's wild
But I'm not surprised
We're outside the airlock
Get a hold of yourself and
Don't waste your breath
Oxygen's low
Resigned to indignation
Can't bare the weight
The river beds
Confine the flow
Never want to feel betrayal
The signal states
But happy to
For the disease
It's your job to entertain them
No pressure now
But don't waste their time
With dull replies
Have no doubt in your convictions
But plan to run
Away from here
Run and hide
No one told me "read the air"
No one worries if I'm there
And I agree it's wild
But I'm not surprised
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Memory Bank
12:58
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No, I'm never gonna give it up
No, I'm never gonna be enough
I know I should have recognized the sound of the alarm
But it's never up to me
So I'll wait and send another day
Go ahead and slap me in the face
Compared to slowly drifting apart, the temporary pain is
Honestly preferred
But I didn't know
What you wanted of me
Cause some people change and some recede
Well, it takes time
You'll see
Inevitably the fault of these feelings that I won't release
I won't pretend it's not astoundingly absurd
When I wait for sunlight to return
And the islands/eyelids diverged
Look at what we can learn
I should have noticed the candle could not burn
Vows we swore
Something to ignore
Something to ignore
One two three four
Try as we may
It's no one's fault
Something to depend on
Is all we could want
Vows we swore
Something to ignore
Watch it happen again
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The Birdwatchers Columbia, Missouri
Combining pop songwriting with layers of distortion, often melancholic lyrics, and a complete disregard for genre boundaries to provide a uniquely challenging listen, The Birdwatchers are an experimental rock band based out of Columbia and Kansas City, MO ... more
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