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What up all? Below you'll find my lyrical album in full that I'd talked about what seems like years ago. I hesitate posting it now, and i gotta throw a disclaimer up on here. 95% of the feelings conveyed and actions mentioned and seemingly approved of in these 'songs' i don't condone or approve of anymore (#9 is the only one free from this disclaimer and the one track i really encourage you to read). Even the whole attitude, the mindset that having a relationship with a female equals complete and perfect happiness and lack of one means instant depression is completely false (Not exactly the first part of that statement (is false), but it certainly isn't ultimate). Nothing in this world can bring true happiness and if your relying on things, you'll eventually find yourself at the bottom of a deep barrel. That's where i found myself at, and came to the realization that true happiness can only be found in a living relationship with God. I'd known this my whole life, but there's a difference between knowing and acting and living it out. I'd encourage (na, stronger then that...exhort haha) you to check out the link below to hear some tight music, but more then that make sure you check out the tract up on the main page to hear a little more about what i'm talking about: http://www.readthisbeforeyoudie.com Lyrical Album Title: Past, Present, Future ([Don't be so] Tense) Track List: 1. Different (No Letter) - 2. Stream (The Good Times) - 3. Untitled (Waiting Room) - 4. Heat (Melt the World) - 5. There’s Happiness in Pursuit (Life is a Verb): 6. Punch (Satire or something like it) 7. Anger (Manage It) - 8. Working Out (Distance) - 9. Conception (Post-Origin) - 10. Three and Couting (Breezy Snapshot) (A Reminsce for the Road) 1. Different (No Letter): Something’s not the same Everything has become less of an art and more of a game A hundred hungry fists reaching for bigger gains Is it just me, or are standards getting lower by the month? Is it just the air, or are you prickly to the touch? Well, I guess not everything has changed that much This is different Usually I’m excited when I get a present Or hate mail You know what helps a guy get over a gal? No more listening to those who relate Instead, drink and hope until my face is in a pail And hope that cells with your name on them are waving farewell All’s well that ends well All’s good that doesn’t make life a living hell A week later We’ve got ties on our necks and satin in our sheets But the future looks far too bleak This balance has kept the world stable for the past 6 months And, in the big scheme of things, that’s not much But I’ll add as many curses as I need To outweigh my post-angst depression Human beings, we don’t believe in learning lessons Unless the scars forbid us to forget The paper is too sharp To risk turning the page At least that’s what my latest adage would say This whole life is sortof make it or break it Pay or just take it Basically, just have a conscious or fake it No one can blame you either way For the first time, I know this is the last time Late to bed, early to rise Embrace the daily grind Substituting two birds in hand for a rock and a worm That’s this city for ya 2. Stream (The Good Times): That old man waving from his porch His beard is his badge and his smile is his torch I hope I’m never deflated I want to be able to stand at the top if I ever make it And if not, I’ll be content sitting next to you on the balcony Smile on my face, drink in my hand With a boyish smirk that says this was what I had planned And I’ll tell them it was a good time I know you’ll tell them anything Your wit is starting to stream from the good times There’s a reason reflection looks so good next to regret They’re cousins It’s the same way a car crash would look next to a dent And if you can’t imagine, you’re obviously not right for me If you can’t visualize, you can’t dream If we never sleep, we’ll never die If you never jump, we can never fly If I never talk I never have to lie What an optimistic guy Your body is starting to ache from the good times Young fools, thinking this is love Old dudes, thinking sitting around is fun At least they can sneak around And least they’ve earned the chair they sit in now There's something memorable about every day and age Every first we make is another period on the page Today’s potential, tonight’s fun Tomorrow’s satisfaction Three in one 3. Untitled (Waiting Room): Mirror, mirror on the ground When you fell did you make a sound? Was there anybody around? Were you shaken, stirred, or simply screwed? Did someone not like themselves and thus not like you? Oop, that’s my phone ‘Hey, how are you?’ Pardon me if I speak in subtle tones That’s just the way I roll Chorus: The best laid squares are those replaceable Stained white brick You can’t get much more ignorant But I’m sure you’ll be happy to try There’s more to running then just moving in place There’s more to an anniversary then a date There’s more to a song then a moral and a bridge There’s a bigger problem here than sin If next door is the house for hurting hearts Then this is the home for those beyond repair The hospital for those dragged in on carts For those who have yet to realize life isn’t fair You’ll have to excuse the excess smoke There’s a reason I avoid it, And I think it’s connected to not choking hope The best laid sidewalks are those littered with names It’s not hollywood, but people will come to associate “ JAK 㢫” with fame To some, the chalk is a wish Stinking of the same hopelessness of that kiss On the cheek of our true love Whether for the first time or the 21st of some Hundred I’d like to be that last wish Your hope for something better deserves better then this But you won’t hear me complaining 4. Heat (Melt the World): I could stand to live without the people I’ve left behind In pictures, cameras and magazines Leave them on the side for naysayers to find There are lighter secrets I can bother to hide And for a ten and a half I can leave it all behind For the night, it feels right Trading neon for my own sight Tomorrow the world’s mine Where’s the heat in here, I’m freezing What’s that beat? Too late, she’s breezing To the dance floor There she goes And I’m thinking I should let everyone know… I can’t dance with everybody I might as well dance with you Chorus: And if this is my last night in town At the club I want to show everybody lots of love If you can move across the dance floor, drink intact I’ll pay you double your money back Does she cut the rug in the shape of a swirl? Does she keep you mesmerized by her bouncy hair curls? Last call Does she step up for another? Is she the kind to stay under the covers? If we’re talking candidly, would you call her your lover? Yeah, she’s amazing That’s why I’m doing a little dust-shaking This town has the night but it’s missing the day You have excitement, but you’re laying your life away I can dance next to anybody But I want my body next to you Chorus: If this is my last night in the club I want to give all my people their deserved love You’ll lose your groove only to find it a minute later And when it comes back, it’ll be all the greater You’ll miss me in the evening And slip your mind when you’re screaming Obscenities As strong and as common as they may be They’ll be nothing compared to me I have an announcement to make After tomorrow, you’ll lives will never be the same I’ll be gone, off somewhere to write songs Chase a dream, do whatever a free man does I don’t know when I’ll be back Maybe never will And if I die without seeing you all again, don’t take a moment and be still Instead Throw one back, act like life’s a game Kiss your significant others, and act like Hollywood fame That is, don’t represent regret and avoid the mundane I love you all, I wish you well Now hit the bar and shout my name at the stroke of twelve 5. Punch (Satire or something like it/You're supposed to laugh): This song is for anyone who played love and lost Didn’t bother with insurance Figured it wasn’t the worth the cost Now she owns the lease and she just burned it Coat tailed and threw a twist I’m not seeing anyone, but I’m all but over it Are you there? Are you watching me? I hope not, because it’s a lot of happiness for one single girl to see I’m not doing as good as I’ve ever been But every night I attract the woman with my sly grin And I don’t have to turn them down anymore I’m holding someone else’s hand on the dance floor I bet you're still a sucker for those alcohol faces Those aren’t smirks, those are tobacco creases No, you can’t use my phone, you’d get it all greasy Man, I’ve been waiting years to say that line And, I gotta tell ya, it wasn’t easy It's not about the pleasing I’m not thinking about you anymore You gotta believe me I wasn’t looking at you But I’m over Somebody with brown hair and great thighs But I’m not saying who Someone whose pupils were green and favorite color was blue Sweetie, I've got a secret I’m over you And those aren’t tears flowing from my big, blue eyes I wrote this song to prove you’re the farthest thing from my mind Because I’m not thinking about you anymore I know your kind Take away attention and you die I’m not looking at you, I’m staring at that short guy Standing on the tallest ladder’s lowest rung I still remember the exact words to all those songs you sung I remember the exact feeling when we left each other Yeah, it pretty much stung But I said it five times and I’ll say it again You and me, yeah, we’re definitely done I have a confession to make I miss you, and I'm sure this comes as a shock I don’t like you, I don’t appreciate you But only three dozen girls can capture my attention like you do And I’m most familiar with you I’m not taking you back, don’t misunderstand I just don’t want you with another man I’m selfish, I’m ugly and you should be repulsed But baby when you come back, do it in slow motion I've hadthese cameras set up for weeks for this very reason And if the print turns our good, I'll probably take you back If you’d like that 6. Anger (Manage it): Another man lost despite The blood flowing in his veins Another life claimed off of spite Who lost his cool And began pounding along with the rain I should congratulate you You broke the hardest part I’m proud of you You chipped the hardest heart When it was the dust and smoke (Hell or the highway) You didn't choke As warning as clear as day, But down the sewer hole I went with you anyway Twisted dream Par nightmare Silent scream Crying out of fear No one likes the wallpaper But we’re blind so we can’t tell That the roof is caving in Bile’s flowing down the wall While we scream a chorus that say all’s well The bottom line is this is a bottomless pit Which would make this the top With me holding on to the lip Circling the drain as if there’s anywhere to go but down I’ll make that scowl turn into a frown Sucked Into a tunnel where rats eyes don’t glow and my batteries are dead I found your spiritual body down there And, along with the slime on the wall I dissolved next to the red Every town has people who just walk around And I’m about to be one of them It won’t be pretty, but we need to float alongside the bile Show our courage and pretend we enjoy every acid-soaked mile Here smiling isn’t secret It’s the art of how we grieve The smell is addicting as evil The water is hot enough to freeze It gets to the point where we would kill for a second of your air I guess never telling anybody I cared Has come back with a twist that even I wouldn’t dare Conjure Flounder As we recall the floor of a pit we’ll never meet This is a bottomless pit With me holding onto the lip Wishing I had remembered protection 7. Working out (Distance): My beater is wrinkled and it’s a good picture It’s not the setting I would prefer to give her But she said don’t move Said I want to remember you, just like this Laying on the bed, head in yawning fists It’s no metaphor for bliss But it is what it is: Two young lovers tied together by emotion and lips “This can’t be summer love” The radio sings "I miss your hair in my face" My phone rings But she lives down the state border And when I miss her it stings And I know you’d say I hate to sound country But the car’s in the shop, I don’t have a job I haven’t talked to you in weeks I’m no longer that punchy music snob All our conversations are insul(t)ations And it’s not doing anything to keep the heat in So what’s the point of plastic? Only heat scares away the creases The beat keeps our time and dulls our minds from the pain If you’re in love, it’s beautiful If you’re depressed, it’s just rain You’re out there dancing in the street Unless you’re in there staring, out the window, looking bleak And if you’re missing somebody you wonder if it’s pouring where there at A wet shirt layered up and down in pink Your hugs were as powerful as that lengthy thunderclap She knew that was your favorite shirt Here’s a subtle wink The images make you glad Makes you smile, makes you weak Makes you crazy, makes you sweet You wouldn’t tell her now, but you really do care Just another example that life’s not fair You’re playing basketball, she’s playing hooky She’s the money you need coming in and you’re the bookie At times like this, the memories make you happy Because you stop thinking about how far away she is The pictures side by side on the beach And the memories of awkward compensation by the reef How crazy it was, that you had the perfect shot and didn’t pull the trigger Now you miss her Eh, that’s me for ya, go figure But I hear she’s holding out for you too Till next summer when the sky turns blue It’ll be a long haul, but the cable car never stops moving Even if the driver has no idea what he’s doing (I heard that) She’ll meet you under the streetlights, late at night Across the street from Jojo’s and next to the chapel of Christ Then we can continue our natural high of a life We see everyone around us get their problems fixed While we remain in the midst of a car wreck She ignores you; you don’t have a steady paycheck It works out for everybody except me Until it works out for me and some other kid says “It only works out for him, not me” It’s a repetitive cycle that doesn’t have a heading Or ending The song that never ends has to start somewhere 8. There’s Happiness in Pursuit (Life is a Verb): Is it the solitude? The glow of the midnight moon The quiet hours spent home late at night Or burning green like an amusement park tycoon Is it reality or the pursuit of something better? The knot in your stomach after she answers or the pulse of a feather? If you’re asking me, I think it changes as often as the weather I think it matters if you find it predictable or clever But whatever your answer is Mine's all summed up in your kiss Chorus: When you can translate it into an everlasting pill When you can make a step out your windowsill like your rolling down a grassy hill When you can give it all away and hold some still I guarantee you will Simplicity at it's most complex I'll go first if you promise me your next I won't be the one to leave this in pieces If a scream does anger Laugh to release it Chorus For some, it’s simplicity Others, it has to be complex to be a synonym It’s her showing up It’s the opposite of “Oh, and she brought him” It’s the warmth of your touch It’s the feel of silky skin It’s the gangster’s bling It’s your natural blush It’s hearing a shy girl sing It’s the relaxing of your spinal in plush It’s how you react to those flowers I sent It’s your middle name Happiness You can’t honestly call it a life when it’s not omnipresent Just like you can’t really call it a candle if it doesn’t carry the scent In this case, of ambers burning regret 10. Three and Couting (Breezy snapshot) Robbing the burger place without a gun Get used to it ‘That was lots of fun’ Got to love the boring sun That same ray steals the pool’s afterglow I think I’ve finally recovered from all that moshing at the rock show Since when do I have a.d.d.? Since you and punk rock meet me Our lives don’t stop when the show gets cancelled We don’t have the pleasure of an hour-long season finale And this statement will only be challenging When you take it in context Context: The background that human beings stick character magnets on to see who reacts to what And what makes who leave and when Still, I’m not blasting a good old-fashioned scenario Late nights walking in the park Climbing over walls that read ‘no entry after dark’ Some rules were meant to be broken Some street signs were meant to be stolen Lay Ave, High street I’ll walk down any street if it’s you I’m there to meet A party that would make the big bang ashamed if it existed Haha, he say his “hands got blistered” Skin smoother then R&B A hug tighter then you and me We could scramble ‘em or do some damage That was crazy fun but now I’m famished One last time, shout out freedom with me Basketball till four in the morning “No, I wouldn’t say I’m high” I’d say we’re soaring Prank calls worth their weight in laughter Juvenile, but we’ve never been happier There’s little more awkward then a morning without a kiss goodnight Sleeping in till 2:05 There’s a special smell to you that makes me feel alive Could life be any more faster? I’m about to leave And we’ll ask each other to keep in constant touch These are times that try cold heart’s souls Grow up much? The grass is just as green on the other side It’s just a little taller in my midget of a mind A clearance store is only as good as the money you’re willing to spend In the end… You decide life for yourself Here we go… Caps in hand, speeches for words We gave ourselves the best days of the best years of our lives that we could ================================================= He, this is she Hi she, this is me You’ll want to know each other if you plan to be The next best thing To me and somebody else’s, other, fling For a wobbly girl, you sure find good hiding places For an innocent kid, you like your black faded You wouldn’t guess so from the other guys you’ve dated But you’re quite the sweetheart after the smoke’s evaporated First impressions are a pain in your wrist (no emo) But now you’ve got me mimicking you Your subtle laugh and side-effected twitch We’ve made stories to tell later Stunts that next time we meet we can make crazier And a night conversing atop concrete The first time, it’s awkward A kind of shaking hands that takes place without any logical words Or phrases In a completely legal way, we’re related In the same way an inmate might want to get permanently incarcerated For the member’s benefit Let’s let this marinate in the sauce of boredom spiced up with a dash of secrets We’ll give it a week or two then try and grill it I’m not bragging, but I’m quite a cook Anybody can do it For the low price of my authored books Twiddiling thumbs like I'm not hinting at something Helping you over the cemetery wall in the least emo way Two words Hide Seek It’s good to see you again I haven’t missed you But I’ve been farther away from it then I was I’ve had less fun nights at the club I’ve had better tans from brighter suns When you smile you look high But after seeing it, so do I Why does it always have to be about whose the prettiest? I’d take ten of you over that one with the shiny lips Thumbs down, bottoms up Thumbs sideways The ball should be going into the cup Not kissing the ground I’m not saying I was lost, but I’m not missing now There’s nothing more awkward then a little lady with a problem Come on, we’re celebrating Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em When you said you were melting, I thought you meant you were melting This rain would be alot more awkward if it were sweltering Do you get it? Yawn and a stretch What can we do that hasn’t been done yet? What can a virgin and a liar do to kill a day? Jog, wrestle, sample the new axe spray It’ll be a long time before I see you again So I want this last night to pass the test An escapade to stand above and beyond all the rest But this town is worse then my city So we’ll grab a movie A classic of my generation Yeah, I’m just kidding, you do look pretty You fell asleep an hour and a half before it ended And we both pretended you were awake I found this diamond, it’s all yours It’s probably fake but I thought you’d enjoy it I’d leave you on the couch till morning When the sun will turn back on and keep on burning I got twelve hours of sleep but I feel like I didn’t sleep a wink If you weren’t underage, I’d offer you a drink And if you don’t see the irony, then you really should leave It’s us on the sofa Flicking with a tick Pricking with a lick Or you just laying there And me just standing near All these channels, nothing on TV Which is all the sign somebody needs to give me But I got called in The goodbye is less then dramatic And now I’m waiting here, standing Thinking of next time…. Two times is fun, but three hits the spot In the big picture, these moments will be just a couple little dots But it’s a diamond memory I would rather die then drop I’m not the type to forget nights like last The moment’s past But I’ll never forget the prequel Believe me when I say the feeling is mutual There’s a reason why this ending is wide open, It takes the risk of being stolen, but the end will justify the means I hope you know what I mean Now take a step back with me and pack these memories away Maybe we shouldn’t do this But I’m already setting plans for next season’s blueprint Don’t tell anyone, but I’m hoping this year has a twist No doubt its delay will be released That’s just the way I’m viewing every run-in these days with the police It’ll be immoral, incumbent, and completely unrelated But the fans will be giddy when they heard that we made it I swtiched this track to last 'cause it's one that i really want to have an impact, and one that i still stand by, unlike any and mostly everything that you've just read beforehand. 9. Conception (Post-Origin) Feel no pain Because the needle is so searing But the tears roll because your brain tells them they should So brilliant God’s tears rolling of the side of the sun The one that makes it to the ground is the destruction of dishonesty More destructive then you’ll ever know Our lives were young and so were we Know for a fact that you existed You were...to me A slippery human Not fully stretched out but who can argue existence Not someone to you but still developed And shivering in the wake of the background music All we had to go on was our own truth And the truth fed to us through eternal tubes dyed a menacing blue But the twist we couldn’t fathom We were offended by your standards Frozen by SHOCK and other things that would be a brutal truth to you We dropped into water purified with truth And our pores could not understand So quickly we limped into our square booth Resurrecting our two hands Jog against the wind Rebellious children Dare frostbite to scar and numb Dare the bubbling liquid to erase the defining moments that have shaped the mass that stands before us now Testify of a truth that acts without a gun Dare we recline And have faith that the seat will let us back up Take what you want and leave us be We flinch at the light and misunderstand your greeting When I’m able I’ll apologize for that scar But for now, I’ll relax midair In order to take away the pressure of the tying of my sisters hair Run against the wind Blinded child The path is so worn it’s impossible to stray Unless the people who founded it were straying the wrong way On that dusty day It's a question no one dares to say How can you write a conclusion to a revolution You can’t, put simply But nothing is ever so The scar it leaves on a young mother to be The demons The images It showcases with disgusted glee It’s scaring the child One out of three You were somebody to me ____________________________________________________________ http://www.readbeforeyoudie.com...hit me up afterwards.  |
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