1. |
Snares
03:30
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Gnawing at my leg
To bleed out on my own terms
Foaming at the mouth
Growing colder in the sunshine
My heart is pounding, my legs keep shaking
All I want is to move
How did I get here?
A heavy ego around my ankles
All of my heroes are pushing daisies
Drive off the causeway, into the South Bay
I’m pushing algae soon
Put me down, put me into the ground
Put me down, put me out of my misery
Right now, seems right to pack up my shit ‘cause it’s over soon
The face of my clock never seems to smile
Which I get, I tick all night, too
A heavy ego around my ankles
All of my heroes are pushing daisies
Drive off the causeway, into the south bay
I’m pushing algae soon
Put me down, put me into the ground
Put me down, put me out of my misery
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2. |
Delirium
03:27
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The mortar in between the bricks align a smile
Wrought iron evidence, my ship has sailed and isn’t coming back
Got it in the ear again
Maybe I’m the sum of my misdeeds
Drag my tin can over the bars
I’m not going back
No, No, No
I’m not coming back
No, No, No, No
I’d rather sleep forever than engage in this song and dance
I’d rather disappear than try to fake a smile
A masquerade of charlatans, a complex allegory
I’d rather disappear again
I’m not going back
No, No, No
I’m not coming back
No, No, No, No
Take me out
Put me back
Take me out
Put me back
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By my estimation
All my dreams will be realized in
Just shy of six months time
Just wait tables on the side
You can really make it here
You can blow up like the Kosciuszko
You can really make it here
Fly like a cadillac over the graveyard
To die young, of consumption
To carry on, like carrion
To eat what you say you are
Experience is art in motion
You can really make it here
You can blow up like the Kosciuszko
You can really make it here
Fly like a cadillac over the graveyard
New York City came through with
Everything it promised me
I just think your sense of humor
Is a bit too tongue in cheek
You can really make it here
You can blow up like the Kosciuszko
You can really make it here
Fly like a cadillac over the graveyard
New York City came through with
Everything it promised me
I just think your sense of humor
Is a bit too much, a bit too much
I can’t be myself or left alone
I can’t park my car or stand the cold
I can’t hear myself or trust this bridge
I can’t fucking stand, I can’t fucking sit
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4. |
August Song
03:14
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All our lies about, what we’re like slip out
My resume and epitaph read waiting for payment, pay no mind
Everything I want from life is just wasting, wasting time
To sell you on all my skills I’m just
Licking, spitting silver tongues
A go between, looking to stay
In a simple world of have nots
Drunk on tomorrow’s endorphins
All climax, no plot no plot
A go between, looking to leave
Too clean, too clean of a world to look for
Fall back on leaves of grass
Fall off the roof and onto the ground floor
Everything I want from life is just wasting, wasting time
To sell you on all my skills I’m just
Licking, spitting silver tongues
Everything I want from life is just wasting, wasting time
To sell you on all my skills I’m just
Licking, spitting silver tongues
Hazy moments, clearing my head
Once in a while is all it takes
Waiting for tomorrow’s paper
Headlines with no taste taste
Parity with a sharpened knife
Too dark, too dark of a path to find
Verily, the very thing that animates
Merrily, my heart and bones and something else
Can’t compete with all of the necessities
Like love and hate and family and stability
Verily, the very thing that animates
Merrily, my heart and bones and something else
Can’t compete with all of the necessities
Like love and hate and family and stability
Everything I want from life is just wasting, wasting time
To sell you on all my skills I’m just
Licking, spitting silver tongues
Everything I want from life is just wasting, wasting time
To sell you on all my skills I’m just
Licking, spitting silver tongues
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5. |
Gravity
03:21
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Dreams I have of falling down
May or may not wake me up
The black holes inside hearts of men
Eat up light and foes alike
Dreams I have of falling down
May or may not wake me up
The black holes inside hearts of men
Eat up light and foes alike
(Dreams) Dreams I have of falling down
(I) May or may not wake me up
(Have) The black holes inside hearts of men
Eat up light and foes alike
(Dreams) Dreams I have of falling down
(I) May or may not wake me up
(Have) The black holes inside hearts of men
Eat up light and foes alike
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6. |
Loner
03:36
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Plot out the course to expose my nerves
And compose an abstraction of rage
Calm down, it was nothing
Calm down, you didn’t mean
Calm down, there’s no need to raise your voice
Endless, nameless, captured forever
In a turbulent, binary sea
Expressing yourself in a public place
Can be a very dangerous thing
Who do you want to be today?
What face best fits their expectations?
Who do you want to be today?
What face best fits their expectations?
The world is a very complicated place
Yeah, that’s fine. So am I for sure
Everybody wants this moment forever
I want to maintain my composure
Endless, nameless, captured forever
In a turbulent, binary sea
This is the art of being a loner
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7. |
Nomenclature
03:10
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Maybe you’re right and nothing changed
And nothing will and everything’s bad
And the world is trash
At least that’s what you said to me last time
A rose by any other definition may or may not smell as sweet
But we’re two different things, we’re two different things
With the same name
I’ll fake it and lie, fake it and lie
This thrift store disguise has no taste
I’ll fake it and lie, fake it and lie
I’ll fake it and lie, to hide the shame
Maybe your hand is full of shit
Well maybe you are
But so is mine, and so am I
But if you change the rules, you’re not playing the game
You’re not playing the game
I’ll fake it and lie, fake it and lie
This thrift store disguise has no taste
I’ll fake it and lie, fake it and lie
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8. |
January Song
03:25
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Karma pays off in dividends
I can smell red herring on your breath
We both know what you’re gonna say
But we both know, we both know
That you took the bait, that you took the bait
The strawman burned down from the inaugural crowd
Power trip
Violet robe, violence below
But we both know, we both know
That you took the bait, that you took the bait
All our lies about, what we’re like. Slip out
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9. |
Valentine (Pick One)
03:59
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These words we trade are all the same
I pace outside, in freezing rain
I want to be left to myself
But I don’t want to feel alone
I’m staying home
I’m going out
I checked my phone
And threw it out
Pick one it’s all the same to me
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10. |
Small Talk
03:16
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As pure as a dirty glass, broken by the marchers
For whom we should forgive once and for all
We have lost our way
With roadmaps of civility, spinning us in circles
Draped in pleasantries from to to quo
Stripping us as bare as the day we were born
Nothing to say, one thing to say
Tell me your thoughts on the administration
This is the mouth from which every conversation flows
Contradictions of a sheltered life
Never ending noise of a ratified lie
We have lost our way
With slogans on our bumper cars
And affectations of a scripted call
And the medications of a triage ward
With bleeding hearts and broken syntax of a doctor’s note
But now it’s over
Nothing to say, one thing to say
Tell me your thoughts on the administration
This is the mouth from which every conversation flows
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11. |
Stinger
04:08
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I wanted someone to save me when the house started shaking
But nobody would (nobody would)
I took the parts of my ego and glued them together
As well as I could (As well as I could)
I settled in settled for this settlement on the rising shores
I wanted someone to save me when the house started sinking
But I just learned to swim
Droning on and on and on about that honey for your hive
My stinger’s in you in self defense, don’t pull it out because
All I wanna be when I grow up is breathing
Looked up in the air and only found the ground
Waiting for the world and let it burn
Listen for a voice, couldn’t hear a sound
Look down
Droning on and on and on about that honey for your hive
My stinger’s in you in self defense, don’t pull it out because
All I wanna be when I grow up is breathing
Droning on and on and on about that honey for your hive
My stinger’s in you in self defense, don’t pull it out because
All I wanna be when I grow up is breathing
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12. |
The Credit Reel
04:23
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A plethora of angels, no more snowmen left
Too old to wish for much, but summer break would never end
Cake’s run out of candles, be careful what you’re hoping for
Second coming’s much more often now
Seeing shadows never more
Let’s run out the clock together
Paper says wait till tomorrow
Credits atrophy and die
The whole world burns just like a dumpster
Yeah, that’s rough but not for me and mine
Class is cancelled due to apathy
Armed and tragic and willfully blind
Hope is a barren harlot
Why don’t we run out the clock together?
Let’s run out the clock together
Light from the snow reflects through our window
On we, for whom it’s reserved
The blackness, the darkness forever
Empty and without form
Light from the snow reflects through our window
On we, for whom it’s reserved
The blackness, the darkness forever
Empty and without form
Let’s run out the clock together
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Premium Heart New York, New York
Premium Heart is an indie post-punk band located in New York. Premium Heart pulls from a lot of different camps. Nick’s angular guitars and frenetic vocals cut right to the soul of every song. Dave’s dreamy guitars and effects elevate each one to never-before heard levels, especially with Ryan’s driving bass and Keith’s relentlessly dynamic drums. ... more
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