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Better Days
03:29
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BETTER DAYS
When im 64 im gonna get a tattoo on my neck
its gonna say fuck you and the otherside punks not dead
and ill do my very best to welcome all the lovely guests
to walmart today
if theres anything you need feel free and just ask me
because im higher then the gas prices lately
Somethings never change
falling asleep by myself again
painting pretty pictures in your head of better days
but im willing to bet
they were never so great
if your still here tomorrow ill tell you all about the people that i live with
theres a monster in my heart theres demons in my soul
i got skeletons in my closet
and we put on fancy sport coats and drive into the city
i try and pick up women but they never really like me
so i spend my time worrying about the time i waste worrying about the time i waste worrying
Somethings never change
falling asleep by myself so drunk again
painting pretty pictures in your head of better days
but im willing to bet
they were never so great
Somethings never change
falling asleep by myself nodding out again
painting pretty pictures in your head of better days
but im willing to bet
they were all fucked up
-Trevor Griffiths
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Bottoms Up Boys
03:38
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It's "Jessica Time" again so crack open your cans
and drink to occupy your liver and your shaking hands
if you wanna see me, well head down to the strip
I'll be passed out in a gutter with a smoke stuck to my lip
time and time and time again I end up in this place
with puke stains on my jeans and dried blood on my face
I'm fucking up for life and my parents couldn't tell
by the time that I was 14 I was going straight to hell
The Bottoms Up Boys, drinking everyday
I can't afford my habit but i'll do it anyway
The Bottoms up Boys, drink em if ya got em
and if you've got a bottle then I'll meet you at the bottom
and if you're still lookin' for me I'll be on the steps
of the Church of Malt Liquor, rolling cigarettes
half a can of Caribou and a sign in my hand that reads
"I'm travelling broke and sober can ya spare some liquor please"
The Bottoms Up Boys, drinking everyday
I can't afford my habit but i'll do it anyway
The Bottoms up Boys, drink em if ya got em
and if you've got a bottle then I'll meet you at the bottom
well last night I drank a two-six and I ruined my whole life
I shot both my parents and then I grabbed the knife
I thought I'd slice my own throat but then I thought twice
coz my parents liquor cabinet it was looking mighty nice
The Bottoms Up Boys, my liver's turning black
from whiskey, gin and Listerine, and liberated Jacks
The Bottoms Up Boys, cut me some slack
coz I'd be all alone without this monkey on my back
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Cannibals
03:31
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CANNIBALS
im a sensitive artist type
thats a lie i tell to girls i like
cause i had good times with bad folks
miscreants of midnight
and i dont mind the taste of my own blood sometimes
i dont mind consuming myself just to stay alive
you cant cure or cause this
my whole worlds a closet
the public are actors pretenders
at this point im not sure if im any better
but im just fine
we all have our ways to unwind
yea im fine, consuming myself just to stay alive
cannibals, cannibals, cannibals x2
all the alcoholics sing
my existential crisis
your drifters in the street
are my beatles at wembley
what else do we need?
were broke dirty beautiful and free
what else do we need
were broke dirty beautiful and free
cannibals cannibals cannibals
-Trevor Griffiths
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Chernobyl
02:45
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I need a remote for my life and brand new batteries
so i can skip the scenes of heart ache and catastrophe
Wreck the frantic manic fuckin voices in my head
Disguise my zombified insides just a bit
My thoughts are such a mess
Like broken cigarettes
the toxic mix of chemicals a drift inside my head
I dont know how i feel and neither does my brain
Feelings are fuckin hard for me to grasp
and even harder to explain
And in my dreams Im choking on flies
They fill my mouth, they fill my nose
And then they fill my fuckin eyes
and now your gone, now your gone
And i dont know how i feel, i never know
Woo Woo WOo
Still I, cant pretend that I dont care, that half-life of that feelings still there but its not. Its not enough.
Like caged in victimes my mind is stuck
On the way things used to be and the change in both of us
Its like pulling shards of glass out of a bloodied pair of feet
Its difficult and painful and hard to see
My thoughts are such a mess, like broken cigarettes
The toxic mix of chemicals a drift inside my head
God knows I hate change, or maybe he don't
Cause god is just the imaginary friend of the pope
And in my dreams I crawl out of the sea
I find some creature of the deep has laid his eggs inside of me
and now your gone, now your gone
and i dont know how to feel Ill never know
Woo oo oo
Still I, cant pretend that i dont care
that half-life of that feelings still there buts its not
Its not enough not enough
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5. |
I Miss The Road
02:19
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I miss the early mornings
Wakin up to the street
I miss late night devotions
I miss the mystery
And I, I miss the road
I miss wakin up in my van
Or on some forgotten beach
The way the cops kick your elbow
When they wake you from your sleep
I Miss the road
No job no money yea none of my friends have any fear
No job no money we finally found something special here
I miss all the free weed
I miss the stolen beer
I miss writing signs that say
Please take us anywhere but here
I miss the road
(I miss the road)
I MISS THE ROAD
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Sad Song
05:25
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i dont think anyone feels as alone and empty as i am
waking up every morning feeling sad and heavy
and sometimes i cant remember where i been
all this self medication is just self destruction
is it nihilism is it narcissism
it feels like suicide in the slow lane
a victim of a cowardly brain
that cant get the job done well
maybe im going insane
or maybe i just have some really fucked up habits
its really hard sometimes to let people into my life
i feel like my friendship is a burden and i dont wanna let them all down when i lie, but i crave their company so much sometimes i wanna cry
my conscious screams out "heroin or suicide"
tell me theres more to look forward to then a 20 dollar drop
tell me theres something out there that feels better then shooting up
maybe the point of life is to struggle and overcome
if thats the case im failing, cause im alone loveless and numb
its like a slow motion bullet right to my brain
like being stuck on the tracks waiting for an approaching train
some days i wish itd hurry up, some days i struggle and scream your name
who put me here who tied me down i need someone else to blame
tell me theres more to look forward to then a 20 dollar drop
tell me theres something out there that feels better then shooting up
maybe the point of life is to struggle and overcome
if thats the case im failing, cause im alone and im dopesick and im loveless and numb.
Written by Rylan Anderson
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7. |
Vancouver
03:54
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think i was about 19 when i left this place
fresh outa rehab confused and running away
mighta had something to do with the non stop rain
or the grey buildings and seasonal depression driving me insane
hit the streets i lived in my van ate out of garbage cans
or whatever else i could find, if its not family then its something else
forcing me back and making me look behind
Wish i was on my way back to anywhere
but here, vancouver you keep me bloody
kept me tuck tailed and running
but im back for another round
if i cant stay sober i cant stay anyplace
but ill take anyplace right now
cause where im going i dont want to be showing
the war behind my eyes
think its the 3rd time ive left
and come back, well im never happy about it
but this place never lacks certain amenities like
old friends, free couches, lost dogs, cheap drugs and funerals
what the needle didnt take, time certainly has
wish i was on my way back to anywhere
but here vancouver you keep me bloody
kept my tuck tailed and running
but im back for another round
vancouver
rain and overdoses
everyone that i love has a multiple diagnosis
vancouver
all my friends are homeless
thousands walk the streets under millon dollar apartments
wish i was on my way back to anywhere
but here vancouver you keep me bloody
kept my tuck tailed and running
but im back for another round
Written by Rylan Anderson
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Skum Shine
Smoking cigarettes in bed. Eating Kraft Dinner out of the pot. Writing words on cardboard and holding it so people have to
read it. Picking up instruments. Putting down instruments. Relentless existential anxiety. Brown rice.
RIP BRYAN JAMES CROOK
RIP TREVOR GRIFFITH
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