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Stuck with talent sans tools
in trying times like these.
Another avant-garde
Can’t get too far;
when your tips won’t pay for travel fees.
What a time to be empty,
it's 6 to seven thirty.
I got no name,
and I got no fame.
There’s nothing here to see.
Out of my mind, out of heart
in the corner, in the dark
Words from strangers
expressing praise on my part
they call it "art".
So roll up your red carpets
make up some lies to fill the gaps.
I won’t have a heart attack,
i’ll be taken aback
that you even know my name.
Could you tell me again, just who I am,
my role to play?
They wanna go and cast a lead as the lamb,
when they’d never be caught dead on broadway.
I'd never be caught dead on broadway.
I'm not the sheep that died on broadway.
Can you spare a day’s work of change
on a starving artist in need
If time was cash
I'd have my stash
and I'd spend it how I please.
These loose screws
have the best view
of you falling apart.
There’s a bleak roadside
and a starlit sky you've clouded
and you’re raining on
a one-umbrella parade.
So if upsetting you is my niche.
feel free to call me a son of a bitch,
because there’s a reason that I put a
dog on the cover in the first place.
You're busy winding back all of your steps to try to retrace,
to find your mistakes.
I’m digressing from the point once again,
so I’ll say that i’d never be caught dead
on your red carpets
They’ll never tell me
who I am or who to play.
So lie down and shoo me away
When I'd never be caught dead
Don’t try to tell me
what I am or who to play
You can keep your bleating at bay.
I'm not the sheep that died on broadway.
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It’s a miracle getting in and out of bed.
It’s harder than you’d expect,
when those sounds from outside won’t go away.
You’ve heard you should work harder.
You’ve heard you should lay back.
Sometimes those words come from the same face.
It’s confusing, first of all, and it’s tiring.
But not tiring enough to weigh your eyelids down,
you have to keep your eyes out for those things with the fangs and the howls and the claws and the growls, oh…
And isn’t it amazing how many strange things pop in your head, in bed?
It’s hard to sleep like this.
Thinking of all these strange things when you should rest.
It’s hard to sleep like this, when there’s Monsters Nearby.
I’m dead tired,
I’m dead tired,
I’m dead tired, but there’s monsters nearby.
From the sounds of all this,
I bet you’ve done more than hide.
though you may have gotten bit,
well at least you haven’t died.
And “why don’t you bite back”
is some fucked up advice
because the metaphor really can’t work that way.
But the venom in your veins speaks volumes
about how much of an escape you could use.
And you know if you don’t run, they’re gonna catch you.
But sometimes you just want a break.
Out there’s a scary place, you just assume,
but you feel them around when you leave your room.
Try to second guess all you’ve fallen for.
Take a step into the dark.
They might want a show,
so let the fears go,
and let them all know
what your dreams are made of.
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YouTried
04:31
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Now, already this sounds a bit familiar.
At this point I'm recycling failures.
If only anyone would maybe,
maybe take me seriously
There's words on the screen.
I wrote them down and barely know what they mean.
So I read off the screen.
And if they rhyme that's good enough for me.
It's when your hands get tired
and your throat's on fire.
And the wants aint worth the work.
And your eyes get blurred,
and you're still unsure.
Well prepare, because it gets worse.
Said a bit too much, haven't done enough.
You tried, You tried.
You'll regret that fact, can't that that back.
You tried.
At least I'll give you that.
I may have overshot somewhere.
It's not that hard, growing up,
and not that hard to care.
What's left?
Well right now, it's a mess.
We've got a ways to go,
so hope for the best.
There's words on the screen.
that I wrote way too cryptically.
So I read off the screen, but to me it's still a mystery.
Careful what you say, lest you look insane.
Learn to play your cards, now you've gone too far.
Yeah, you tried so hard.
Time to wrap up?
Because you've fucked up.
What you had ended up debris.
And now you're cast out until you find how
to make us take you seriously.
Buckle down, since it gets worse.
With no holds barred, still not up to par.
And no, you won't get too far, with your head in the stars.
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[intermission]
02:13
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We were held up much too high.
We were bound to fall sometime.
Shedding fates and lives and all we've sacrificed
for the good of our own kind.
Oh, the things that come to mind.
#jgstory
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Sleep (FeverDreamless)
05:42
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There's reasons for these bags under my eyes.
It's effort I don't give except in lies.
Maybe it's the weight of all the promises I can't keep.
But the universe will not let me sleep.
Let's talk about the time I waste.
All the things I said I'd do, but only say.
Nothing was done today,
but I still feel I shouldn't be awake.
Exhausted from the same old grievance.
Another day, another moral inconvenience.
And who would bat an eye
while the world around them dies?
and who could? I can't seem to close mine.
I wish that we weren't forced to find out.
I wish we never knew what this was about.
There's reasons why we fall so far so fast.
There's reasons why the plusses never last.
And rest is the world's best advice.
But the universe would kill me if I tried.
The time still passes, and I wait.
There's still so much left to do when I'm awake.
I've now lost track of days,
in just one night where all is just a haze.
I've long forgotten what dreams feel like.
Another sleep, another eon lost from daylight.
And who would lend a word?
It's more than just absurd,
but I think this can't be too much worse.
The stars have gone dark, and I'm shaking.
No questions why I deserve anything.
I take my own thoughts with a grain of salt,
when I tell myself that this is all my fault.
No, the universe will not let me sleep.
Grant me a fever dream at least.
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6. |
Great Day
04:03
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We're falling out onto hard times.
Keep my troubles buried like my bass lines.
They might sync up with me once or twice, but not quite.
Hit rock bottom burning rubber.
Save a drum, bang a drummer.
You can tell that I'm stretching.
I've been awake for some time.
And if the hate in my inbox has anything at all to say,
It's that today is gonna be a great day.
What goes on behind locked doors?
Just oversimplified guitar chords.
I keep hearing that they're too hard, well try playing them slow.
Now what the fuck rhymes with piano?
No, really, what the fuck rhymes with piano?
I'm hitting too many dead ends, now where do I go?
And if the sirens keep bleeding into all of my mics every take,
I know today is gonna be a great day.
I'll take a crash or two in Logic.
Cutting out my fuck-ups is nostalgic.
I did a full album without knowing how to sing.
I'm too sick to track vocals.
I guess I'm still tracking fucking vocals.
It's not a big deal, I just wish i had something to drink.
And if after an aspirin or two my head still aches,
I know today is gonna be a great day.
There's an art to being cryptic.
Sometimes I just don't give a damn.
Expect the works from critics whose tastes I'll never understand.
My life shouldn't be as hard as I make it.
Wait for confidence so I don't have to fake it.
Keep lying to myself until I believe what I say.
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7. |
Nightly
05:48
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There's too much for me to hide
and it's too much effort to lie.
Conflicts confuse, I'm confined
and my sanity's borderline.
Converse with the open air,
tell stories whenever you're there
just to listen,
the only one who cares.
Words may strike as dear
and your tone, I sense it sincere.
Implications are minor,
yet a major impact adheres.
Alone in a desolate tomb,
bare grip is all, I make due.
The only way i'm intertwined
with you.
When words can't speak alone,
I'll amplify it on my own.
And every night I die a bit inside
as I wish my world away.
No, scratch that, too cliché.
And every strum I think of how dumb it was
to stay up all night with you.
I'll start this page anew,
for you.
It may be just an escape,
but my thoughts, they always elate.
The pseudobliss wears off
and all the effects just negate.
Until i'm with you again
and i strain as I wait for then.
From life, myself i must defend.
I lie to myself every day.
Hope problems just go away.
You're only a way to delay
my admittance of staying the day.
If words could delay the dawn
my time, it would be drawn out long enough
to forget about the wrong.
I'll find out what I have to do.
And here, I hope the world doesn't realize.
as I sit in my own fear.
More than waiting around just to sacrifice.
Thought after thought that comes near.
But for now I bid to you an adieu.
There's too much for me to hide
and it's too much effort to lie.
I'm confused and confined
and I've already lost my mind.
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