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Baked - Fish Tank
02:37
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Maybe the facts are in the limousine
Crime spree across the city
And all my friends are luckily there
Any notes we read of despair sends us backwards
And you'll never be alone
And you're blind drunk, back to the fish tank
Roku kings - they sell blood into the bank
The blankness of all things
Even the devil sings out "please help me"
If you find it - you've found an asterisk in the gold
Alone
When you find out
Never be alone but never found
And you feel yourself go down
You go down
But there's an asterisk
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2. |
Baked - The Pits
02:41
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It’s true, I have feelings too
It’s not all about you
I have been trying but it’s hard to be with myself
It’s true, I look just like you
You don’t have a clue, do you
And It feels so hallow
If I could just wake up and give a damn
And it’s hard to swallow
If I could be happy with who I am
It’s true, I’m too hard on you
Nothing ever good enough
I try so hard not to despair myself
It’s true, I’m too hard on you
Nothing ever good enough
And It feels so hallow
If I could just wake up and give a damn
And it’s hard to swallow
If I could be happy with who I am
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3. |
Baked - Walkin' Into
03:08
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Look down, Charlie we're really high now
It's the same sound
"Jerome, it's the same sound"
"And nothin' did, so what? I'm alive" and surviving "I'm surviving"
Feels like I'm walkin' into my own death
Feels just like I'm walkin' into my hotel
Thirty-two still smoking these damn cigarettes, what a mess
Still feels like I'm walkin' into my own death
It's the same sound
Separate, sordid conversation
There's nothing left to do but to just call it what it is
I got nothing to lose and nothing to say
Got lucky and sold it back to them at the same rate
I'm still hanging around
Bow down to the bar crowd
And lay down in the same town
Pushing the same sounds
Could never quite save what I found
'Til I'm talking at the ground
I'm still hanging around
Bow down to the bar crowd
Lay down in the same town
'Til I'm talking at the ground
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4. |
Baked - The Desert Calls
03:56
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When you think you're making a change,
Time moves on and it's all of the same
You look around for someone to blame
but there's no one to blame but me
Isolation is a blessing and curse
can't tell if its making it worse
if i dont yell im going to burst
there is no one to blame but me
driving through the forbidden zone,
a purgatory to call home,
it's time to pack it up ol jrome
the desert calls.
i have lived and lost so many lives
now it's come to feel like rolling the dice
gonna run away don't ask me twice
there is no one to blame but me
driving through the forbidden zone,
a purgatory to call home,
it's time to pack for it up ol jrome
without my spirit im skin and bones
whats this luring melody i hear
its a whistle tickling my ear
be with the stars in the atmosphere
the desert calls.
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5. |
The Zells - What's Up
02:02
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What’s up mother fucker
How’s it going?
Real life’s got you down I know
Oh it’s showing
These break neck speeds will break you down and I’m finding out
The chance to act is only now
But the moment’s born then dies
Lying inside these days I find
I’m hollowing but slow
All the ways I’ve changed and
Stunted my growth
A waste of time when over time
Nothing seems to give
Can’t block it out or ignore it
Cause I feel alright
Yeah thats just fine
Take your sweet time
Sunshine is good for the mind
I’m scalping my skull to chase the high
I’m back on my bullshit again
Everyone can tell it’s all across my face
Shouting out
The world can see me clearly now
And the patience that
I once had has now all run out
But what’ll it come to show?
Can’t rely on an idle by
Cause fate isn’t real
A moments dare just doesn’t care
And stars won’t reveal
It’s a rotten life they scratch and bite
Try to break you down
Decided I’d define it by what I’ve found
Cause I, no I don’t
Want to become
A hungry ghost
So I will grow out in many ways
Breathing it in, leaving no trace
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All the times I didn't care for anyone but myself
And almost ruined my life
Yeah there'd be nobody else but me
Sometimes my mind goes back there oh
Where did it go? Where did it go
I don't wanna fall back down that hole.
I spend my nights
Trying to keep my fucking past alive
Can't let it die
Just a funny way to waste some time
It's in my DNA too
I have to fight
I couldn't set you down
Couldn't get you off of my mind
And if I lose you now
It's just until the end of time
Alright
No way I'll make it through a second time
(You know you hide behind a fake aesthetic)
I'm running out of gas and there's no end in sight
(You don't pave the way you don't make the time)
I wanna die
I wanna die
I need your love
And this is why
My wing is bent the wrong way
Same way that I sent it before
And even if you put yourself inside the cockpit with me you'd see
I don't know how we'll land.
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Sunday
Morning
Got me feeling empty again
Well, I’ve been feeling older all the time now
I’ve been feeling older all the time
Watching
Myself
Watching the world go by my window
I’ve been feeling older all the time now
I’ve been feeling older all the time
As you well know
It’s uncomfortable
But we don’t let that show
Sunday
Morning
Got me feeling empty again
Well I’ve been feeling older all the time now
I’ve been feeling older all the time
Stop me in my track
I’ve got an education I can’t use
I’m looking for the upside
I’ve been feeling older all the time
As you well know
It’s uncomfortable
But we don’t let that show
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8. |
The Zells - Blast
03:58
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Blast off from the end of history
Been born into this entropy
I’ll fall apart or figure out
What to do about the growing emptiness
I grind my teeth and clench my fist
I even caught myself last night not dreaming
Again
So what? Life’s on loop, get used to it
You’re not the captain not the ship
I had to bite my lip
Now I can taste change in the air and in the blood
On my tongue, gushing from what I’ve had to
Hold back for so long it’s become a part of who I am
Skeptic of a change while tides and cliffs erode into sand
Take a stand
Do you want to allow all the baked in indignity
The future, and what will we all do about
Who knows the way it all plays out
I am desperate for some
control of my life, it appears close enough
I reach out and try to touch but stumble into
All of my old habits and ways that I’ve relied on for so long
No one is gonna save you and the ways that we approach are all wrong
On and on
Don’t be afraid it’s only the rest of your whole life
What could be if we wanted
Dreams are real if you make them
What could be if we wanted
Organize and take it
Oh how sweet it would be just to dream
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