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21 Years
04:11
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21 years- I’ve grown up into this hot mess. All my fears of not becoming something have me stressed. Dreams of a future going down the drain. Disappointment has become my best friend. From that first step falling down has been my current trend. So frustrated of the things I’ve come to miss.
I’m sorry that I can’t change the person who I am.
I’m struggling to maintain what little composure that I have.
Dreams of a future going down the drain.
And this beer tastes sweeter than the tears running down my neck. If this is what maturity is, then I’ll have none of that. Self-deprecation makes me feel okay.
I’m sorry that I can’t change the person who I am.
Yet I’m moving on in this life; life’s moving way too fast.
I’m sorry that I’m not the giant I dreamed of being.
Tried and true, I’m still someone not worth believing.
I’m sorry.
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Uptown Whittier
00:42
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In Uptown Whittier. where the girls are prettier
Your chances of getting laid here get shittier
And yet I can hang with Joseph Q
Sit and watch Delirians and the 45s too
Chillin with these irie vibes
With the California sun shining down outside
I’m in the place right where I wanna be
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Took a trip on down to the liquor store, $1.79 gets me some fun and stoges. Can of Pabst, in my hand, walking out the door- down the street I go to make some of that sweet music. Inna di cave we come around, around. Brews are open all around as we unite our sound, inspired by the soul, voice opened by the drink- music burns brighter than fire on gasoline. And like a knife on ice, inspiration as we drink the dirty water sliding smoothly down our throats as we think about we play away, in this cave all day. 30-pack runs out, to the corner's our way.
Walking down to Joy's liquor store. Outta booze, gotta get some more.
Solomon, man, behind the counter he's doing his thing. "How's it going, boss man?" I say as the door rings, as I head towards the back towards the advertising. 12-pack, bottom stack, so hypnotizing. Shock Top, Blue Moon has me jizzing too soon, XX, Heineken taste good to me too. 40 of Cobra in hand of the ManBearPig, Solomon don't card us and we roll out to the gig.
Walking out of Joy's liquor store. Walking out, we got our score. Liquored up and loosened up, we're on our way- fucked-up drunk, we're ready to play.
Walking down to the corner of Durfee. Walking down, feeling so irie. Walking down to Joy's liquor store. Dollar booze helps out the poor. Liquored up and loosened up, we're on our way- fucked-up drunk, we're ready to play.
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4. |
Thai Food!
01:44
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Jasmine's been good to me, but she hasn't gone out much, hasn't seen what there is to see. She spends her free time bored and alone, I wanna change all that by taking her to the places that I go.
I told her I would take her out to eat Thai food, to show her what it was all about. But the biggest problem was getting her out at all
Driving around bored and alone- call her up because I'm totally in her zone. Chart a course for Mix Bowl Cafe hoping that I could totally make her day.
Struggling with the menu, she didn't quite know exactly what to do.
So I ordered her the pad-see-eww, and the next thing you know-
Jasmine's tastebuds totally explode; her face lights up with a smile exposed. She just starts beaming, doesn't know what to say, but I could tell the Thai food totally made her day
Jasmine's been good to me, but she hasn't gone out much, hasn't seen what there is to see. At least she knows there's something good in hanging out with me...
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Amanda
02:51
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Well, Amanda's the sweetest little girl with a twinkle in her eye. She's got a smile that simply just knocks me out; I feel so happy that I could die. She talked to me as I was strumming on this old guitar of mine.
Swooped me off my feet right there on the street, I wanted to take her to wine and dine...
So I took her to the pier, we walked and then we grabbed some beers, had a bonafide heart-to-heart, each spoken word drew each other near. It suddenly came clear- I knew I wanted to be here, you know they say ignorance is bliss- I thought as we caressed and kissed and when we leave, you will be missed,
Oh, Amanda.
In my room, all alone waiting by the telephone, reveries of our date, thinking everything is great. You're far far away, driving me insane, I'm down for the distance if you're fully willing to be into this
I don't understand how I'm getting super anxious now, how I put my walls up for you to simply tear them down. How did it come to this? How did it come to this? My entire world lit right up at the moment when we kissed.
Why am I acting this way? She's found a way to make my whole world go insane. I'm losing my mind over this girl who's so damn fine (And she's really great) Jaded old me used to only have a large capacity for hate. All I see in this state
Is Amanda
Oh Amanda, Oh Amanda
Would you be mine for just this moment in time?
Oh Amanda, Oh Amanda
Sparks are flying in the air, so you'd better beware
Oh, Amanda
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Danielle
03:28
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As I rose up to the morning sun my brain was wondering what I had done. Woke up wishing I was still asleep- reality for me's insanity. Why wake up when I just can stay in this blissful dreamscape with you, when real life is a bore and a drag when you're in circles seeking a love so true? How can I keep on going with this secret shoved down, deep inside me? Oh, it's true- I dream of Danielle.
I'm thinking of her long and flowy hair, the light gleaming from her smile and her stare. Her kindness and her rudegirl style has me wishing I could stay for a while. I've had a history of making all of the wrong decisions, getting hurt in the process, never speaking up about my feelings and my current condition. It stung me when you went away, but I swallowed it down, deep inside me. Oh, I dream of Danielle.
I'm dreaming of the things that we could be; we could topple this society. Never have to be alone in the crowd, we'll raise our voice as one, high and loud. For now, I'll keep on going with my best foot forward, all the way, positivity is all I can give in return. Despite my flaws, you have stayed. For now, I'll keep on dreaming with my heart stuck down, deep inside me. Oh, it's true- I dream of Danielle.
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Colleen
02:14
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8. |
FYS
02:00
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There comes a time in your life when you're left out in the cold, when smashing malt liquor 40s starts to get old. Cocaine and heroin makes you go insane and fighting with each other just wrecks your brain.
What happened to pushing back and standing your ground? Fighting for your friends when they're being beaten down? The scene used to be a place for us to rise up, but now I can see that this scene is FUCKED.
Your pompous ass
Treat others like shit
Why are you here?
You're such a big dick!
You get drunk, you hit girls, you get into fights. Cops come for you and ruin the night. Fuck your mentality, we don't need you here. Get the fuck out, you're a fucking smear.
I'm tired of seeing kids destroy themselves when they should be uniting and raising hell. Don't do whatever just 'cause it feels good unite and push back those who stomp on your hood!
Your pompous ass
Treat others like shit
Why are you here?
Fuck you, you prick!
Fuck your scene if all you do is fight
Fuck your scene if you won't do what's right
If self-destruction's how you react to strife
Fuck your scene before it destroys your life!
Destroy the bros!
Destroy the walls!
Destroy this scene before it destroys it all!
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9. |
Which Side Are You On?
02:03
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We live in a crazy world where everything is running backwards, everything is breaking down. System that we've set in place isn't even fucking working, everything is going to shit!
And yet you sit right there with your television goggles, satisfied in la-la land. Sip on your corporate tea and electric dreams.
Comfort is a blindfold at best- dissent moves things ahead. You see there's something wrong, so get on your feet and stand up strong!
All these motherfuckers who control the your way of living who will sell out your damn city just to line their fat wallets. They just want to sell you calm while they sell you out,
So can you tell me
Which side are you on?
Comfort is a blindfold at best- dissent moves things ahead
They want to keep you down, so push right back and sound the alarms!
If every single person would just go up in arms after seeing all the harm of all the exploitation. Don't we live in a grand, old nation?
So can you tell me
Which side are you on?
They want to break you and your noble convictions. They want to always stomp and keep you down. Subjugation is their only mission.
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10. |
Give 'Em Hell
02:53
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I'll never be the greatest voice
I'll never see the greatest fortunes
I'll never feel the happiness of getting ahead in life
And I'll never be the herald of world peace and harmony
I'll never be the greatest voice for those who are the meek
But I'll do my best to do damn well to help those people
Give them a voice and educate 'em so they can give 'em hell
Bring on the fight, tear down the walls, burn what keeps us down
The world's messed up- but we can give 'em hell
I'll never be the spokesman of discontent at injustices
But I will stand in unity- my voice, my body in solidarity
I'll never be as eloquent as the greats who brought us change
I'll never write a single song that'll solve every problem we face today
But I'll do my best to stand up for the oppressed
And bear the weight of a flawed system with no clear solutions
But at least we can give 'em hell
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11. |
Systems
00:23
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The way to screw a system is to work it from inside it, that's the only thing I really know.
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12. |
Growing Up is Dumb
01:50
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When did I grow so old? Time passed by and noone knows what we'll see for the future, so we'll mull in anxious stupor. When your dreams can give no fix, and your life- it gives no kicks. Close your eyes and start to wonder if I can get a do-over.
Well, I say growing up is dumb, throwing out all of your fun so you can collect your checks. Selling your soul and getting wrecked. I wish that I can disappear- be alone instead of here. I'm losing my self-respect over promises I haven't kept.
If I lack my self-esteem it feeds my anxiety. What life brings makes you tough- oh, will I ever be good enough?
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13. |
Moving to San Berdoo
03:40
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It's an 80 degree Southern California night in the middle of winter
With the stars shining bright. I'm up wondering how the hell things are gonna be
When the big Inland Empire starts to claim me
All the stories I hear, all the stories I'm told of these crack-loving thieves,
and of hookers and johns. Close-minded Republicans and fragile old WASPs
Scared of all change and anyone different
I'm moving to San Bernardino in the morning
Clothes in my bags, records in my boxes
My heart's still in the SGV, I'm in mourning
Goodbye to everything I've ever known
I'm so worried about making new friends out here, 'cause my nearest friends
are so busy they seem to dispppear. It's an hour long drive to anywhere worthwhile
Drinking up and gambling seems to be my new style
I'm moving to San Bernardino in the morning
Clothes in my bags, records in my boxes
My heart's still in the SGV, I'm in mourning
Goodbye to everything I've ever known
But if it weren't for moving to the Inland Empire
I'd never know such pleasures in life
Like driving up the mountains, sitting in the desert,
Riding my motorcycle, shooting guns,
Skateboarding (again),
And I wouldn't have the friends I do
That PMA and good attitude
To get out of bed and to see the world so wide
Taking part in life outside
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Lily's gone to another place where like-minded younger wanderers seem to gravitate. Kaylin's there where I'd stay, where Dan P is the nicest guy, and we'll surely have some crepes.
Everyone is leaving me for far far away, moving for college, looking for knowledge knowing nothing ever stays. I'm kicking rocks here trying to figure out why I lose- because all my friends move to Santa Cruz
Kalena's there in a few weeks trading desert for the forest, ditching all these SoCal creeps. Eva's left there for back home, banana slugs, boardwalks, and beaches- a wonderland where I would roam.
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It's 3am after a Friday night- I'm on the road heading to the bay. My eyes struggled to stay open, I'm still driving as dawn turns to day.
I'm driving all night to see some friends, 500 miles til I see the end. Love Jerks are playing Gilman Street, and I can't wait for Smoke's Poutinery. Barbie's starting a new job this week, and Jack London Square at night's so neat.
And I can't wait to pull over- the San Francisco Bay is for lovers
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Be Alright
02:36
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You've gotta keep your head raised up high
You've gotta stick your hands up and fight.
You've gotta keep holding on even when things get sour.
It isn't always fun and games, things just can't always be the same.
What's left isn't coming back, but don't give yourself a heart attack.
'Cause I know the solution could be easy- I just have to find that place within that pleases me. In the end everything is gonna be alright.
The man is taking a shit on you, landlord's rent is overdue. You're stuck in some troubled waters but you gotta keep swimming. Girlfriend's giving you some lip, but listen to this little tip: You've gotta keep your head on the things that really matter.
It isn't always fun and games, things just can't always be the same. Every day is a chance to prove as long as you fight, you'll never ever lose.
You've gotta keep your feet moving on,
You've gotta stay brave and stand your ground.
You've gotta keep holding on 'cause things will get better.
You've gotta keep your head raised up high.
You've gotta stick your hands up and fight.
You've gotta keep holding on 'cause things will get better.
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This Noise
04:10
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It's 5pm and the hot sun's out
I've got my guitar and I wanna scream and shout today
The summer's starting to go away
At the farmer's market, my mom's selling stuff, okay
4 hours every Friday, and I'm learning to keep on strumming
It's 6pm and I'm standing here
Between this shop and the street, boy I feel so weird
All I've got are these songs and my voice
I'll stand my ground until my voice disappears
4 hours every Friday, and I'm learning to keep on singing
I'll keep making this noise
Until this street dies down
Then I'll make some more
It's 7pm and the heat dies down
My voice is still going, my voice is still alive
I didn't know I could sing those tunes
I never would've known if I hadn't tried
4 hours every Friday, and I'm learning to keep on trying
It's 8pm and the sun goes down
The crowd's alive, and I'm doing alright
Passers-by lend an open ear
My words and songs do the talking tonight
4 hours every Friday, and I'm learning to keep on speaking
It's 9pm and the crowd dies down
The vendors are packing up for the night
But I'm still here hanging out
I'm singing the songs that make me feel alright
4 hours every Friday, and I'm learning to keep on doing
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18. |
Give 'Em Hell (Acoustic)
03:09
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Nate Funk San Bernardino, California
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