1. |
Cavalcade
03:50
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Go outside and
Begin to look down the street
A parade of people
That you once knew
All lined up marching
With joyous faces
In flamboyant attire
to match the mood
Why aren’t you there?
Vaudevillian entertainers
and floats that are yellow and blue
A marching band far behind that
This cavalcade is for you
This cavalcade is for you
Oh this cavalcade is for you.
Balloons all around
and clowns in cars
Drag queens syncing along
to blissful blues
A rainbow hearse
Brings the person of the hour
In flamboyant attire
To match the mood
Why aren’t you there?
Vaudevillian entertainers
and floats that are orange and maroon
The marching bands getting closer
This cavalcade is for you
This cavalcade is for you
Oh this cavalcade is for you.
Funeral Procession
No more is Depression
A joyous jubilation
Life’s ending celebration.
and why aren't you there?
That's you there.
Vaudevillian entertainers
A procession that’s under the moon
and all of your friends and family
This cavalcade is for you
This cavalcade is for you
Oh this cavalcade is for you.
This cavalcade is for you
Oh this cavalcade is for you.
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2. |
Punch-Drunk
02:42
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Punch-Drunk
Stupefied
Let Down
In my stride
Afflicted
Full of pride
Broken up
and alone tonight
Addictive personality
Don't let it consume you
The alcohol the drugs and me
locked up in this room.
Blunt force,
to the head
I thought,
I might be dead
Blood-rush,
like it was lead
Jam butter, me up
as I bled
Addictive personality
Don't let it consume you
The pain, the adoration, see
the room is turning blue
Addictive personality
Don't let it consume you
The alcohol the drugs and me,
fucked up in this room,
but I won't break
Punch-Drunk
Stupefied
Let Down
in my stride
Afflicted
Full of pride
Fucked up
and alone tonight
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3. |
Lungs & Heart
03:37
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Cigarette's in the ash-tray burning
Swore I'd never do this again.
Craving it to numb my senses,
A train crash is right around the bend
My friend
The End
It Depends
My lungs are black
My heart's off track
I don’t wanna exist, that’s a fact.
Lying next to you in bed feeling guilty
You're smiling like the pin on my jacket
My stomach's in knots and I feel like shit
I chewed off more than I should of bit
Forget
This fit
I'd rather get hit
My lungs have failed
My heart's off rails
I am pinned up
I am pinned up
I am pinned up by nails
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4. |
Inspire // Expire
03:10
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The muse of my soul breathes deep into me
Words flow like leaves onto what once was trees
Broken and skewed, my mind somehow finds the time
Before my life expires and I one day die
Inspire
In spite of
Your lack of
Desires
I find the words to describe what I can't
The notes turn it into something that can dance
Alone with this guitar my heart will
hopefully find
The things that I search for, oh my peace of mind.
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5. |
VHS
03:55
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AFV on the Television
Spaghetti cooking in the kitchen
Dad comes in smelling peculiar
A scent of nostalgia’s become so unfamiliar
Say the blessing, pray to the ceiling
My mind just can’t shake this feeling
A time ago before the world fell apart
Back when innocence filled my heart
Flip to the news
Is the world still okay?
A boy unconcerned
with the day to day
But now we’re living in a Video Hate System
In a post-truth world can there be any wisdom?
Our hearts and minds geared for revolution.
We’ve awoken from the VHS illusion.
Log in to the internet, AOL, broadband.
America on line, killing time with friends
Now consumed with social interaction
more transparent with less compassion
Misinformation from ever corner
Alt-right assholes spitting on foreigners
I wish I was in 1999
but way back then I was still blind.
Most Politicians are evil
the worlds not okay
they were once friendly
with art that I made.
But now we’re living in a Video Hate System
In a post-truth world can there be any wisdom?
Our hearts and minds geared for revolution.
We’ve awoken from the VHS illusion.
Fox News on the TV was familiar
Now it’s a sign of governmental failure
The media machine just markets out hate
Now we’re hoping that we aren’t waking up too late.
I slept straight through Y2K
Now look at the state of US today.
Nostalgia wraps up our pop culture
And we’ve all become fucking vultures
Flip to the news
Are we gonna be okay?
Cause I am concerned
with the US of A
But now we’re living in a Video Hate System
In a post-truth world can there be any wisdom?
Our hearts and minds geared for revolution.
We’ve awoken from the VHS illusion.
Fox News on the TV once was familiar
Now it’s a sign of governmental failure
The media machine just markets out hate
Now we’re hoping that we aren’t waking up too late.
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6. |
$20 Bill
03:42
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20 Dollar Rally
Driving down back alleys
Trading some green for green
Medicine’s illegal
Big pharma so regal
Capital makes money king
Working to the bone just makes ends meat
Sawing off my arm, just to save my feet
My 20 Dollar Bill doesn’t go too far
bury me in the ground, but save my heart
20 Dollar paycheck
Breaking my damn neck
Serving up smiles everyday
CEO’s make billions
While we exist in millions
It’s time to make them pay.
Working to the bone just makes ends meat
Sawing off my arm, just to save my feet
My 20 Dollar Bill doesn’t go too far
bury me in the ground, but save my heart
So free the drug dealers
and save the life healers
Expunge the greed from the Earth
It’s time to be heard
Oh every single word
A total economic rebirth
Working to the bone just makes ends meat
Sawing off my arm, just to save my feet
My 20 Dollar Bill doesn’t go too far
bury me in the ground, but save my heart
We have to stick together or we’ll fall apart
Just let these word pierce you like a goddamn dart.
My 20 Dollar Bill doesn’t go to far
bury me in the ground, but save my heart.
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My life's in reverse
and my fears are in drive
I'm lost in the thoughts still of being alive
I want to be happy
I want to smile
I want to love people and stay for awhile.
I keep biting the skin off the tips of my fingers
I've been letting life throw me in through the ringer,
I don't fight anymore as a conscious objector.
I'm blinded by monsters without these reflectors.
It all falls apart
Just way too soon,
It’ll be fucking difficult to make it to June.
I still want the happy
I still need to smile
But I’m finding it hard to stay for a while.
I keep biting the skin off the tips of my fingers
I've been letting life throw me in through the ringer,
I don't fight anymore as a conscious objector.
I'm blinded by monsters without these reflectors.
What do you want from me?
Why won’t you let me be?
Would you even care?
If I wasn’t here.
Faded and exhausted.
My insecurities blossomed
into the weeds that choke me out
and strip me of what was devout
Oh what was devout
My mind commits treason
wages war with no reason
I try to comprehend these things
Like a puppet picking at the strings.
Like a puppet picking at the strings.
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
I’m trying to decide if all this is worth it
I feel so defeated
but know that I’m needed
So I’ll hold on to hope til hope has succeeded.
I feel so defeated
But know I am needed.
Faded and exhausted.
My insecurities blossomed
into the weeds that choke me out
and strip me of what was devout
Oh what was devout
My mind commits treason
wages war with no reason
I try to comprehend these things
Like a puppet picking at the strings.
Like a puppet picking at the strings.
A puppet picking at the strings!
A PUPPET PICKING AT THE STRINGS!
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8. |
Submerge
02:47
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Isolation
Contemplation
Clear blue washes over my being
Submerge Me
Submerge Me
Surrounded by nothing
Embryonic something
muffled sounds echo through the sea
Submerge Me
Submerge Me
Waves ebb and flow cool
Lost in celestial blue
into the swimming pool
my being fades from view.
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Drive-in Movie Theater Dallas, Texas
Drive-in Movie Theater is SJ Ramsey
Debut Album,
“Parts”
OUT NOW!!!
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