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How am I expected to listen
How am I expected to care
When you just cut right through me
Tell me sit down in my chair
How am I expected to breathe
When you eradicate, when you decimate
How am I expected to live
When you kill all that I am
I've just about lost my motivation
And my will to learn
My love to create is dying
My hatred is all that burns
So what will you say
When the structure you teach is crumbling
What will you praise
When the academia I hate is dying
Let's take just a second to think
And just a second to feel
Why must we over-analyze this
And let others tell us what is real
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Ryan Gaylord
02:40
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How many times will I quit
Smoking 'till it finally sticks
What can I do
What nicotine but I'll choose you
I did promise that I'd be better
Than what I am
I worry now that though I try
I simply can't
I can't!
It makes me sick
When they raise their voice and yell their bit
If I tell you you are right
Will you leave this room and leave me to die
No, I do not feel well
And since you asked I feel like hell
This place can suck my dick
I'd rather sleep in a ditch
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Let's save the world with hashtags and facebook filters
Oh can't you see the world has gone oh so off kilter
No can't you see that nothing's really changed
It's just now that you're seeing it
I know that it's a lot to comprehend that we might not make it
They can't take this ground as long as we are buried in it
But we cannot speak as long as tongues are clenched in fists
So scream! As long as we got lungs there'll still be air to breath
As long as we've got tongues there'll always be songs to sing, yeah
So tonight I decided that I won't stop living 'till I've bummed every last cigarette
And as long as there's still bongs to mooch I'll take every last hit I can get
So maybe I'll survive the night, oh yeah maybe I'll survive
Our leaders are screamers my ears are bleedin'
I can't hear a word you have to say
But I'm sure the speech was beautiful and that I'd shed a tear
But now all that I can do is kneel and pray
Schemers, shiteaters, are we just blasphemers
You know I really do not give a fuck
But as long as you're chantin' I'll strike like a phantom
Where you see order I see sittin' ducks
And you know I just can't believe a single word they choose to say
But as long as I have to choose what to believe I'll choose you and me
So maybe we'll survive the night, oh yeah maybe we'll survive
So I'm gonna smoke life right down to the filter
Cause you know these days everyone dies of cancer
But that's assuming we don't get shot down in the streets
Cause you know sometimes that's the only way to be free
So maybe I'll survive the night, oh yeah maybe I'll survive
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Baby, I'm on a Trip
02:02
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Hello god, yep it's me
Gonna drive this car straight into the sea
Gonna smoke this bong until I turn green
Gonna slit this wrist until I die bleeding
Cause one way or another
Gonna find that light at the end of the tunnel
I'm a pilgrim on an acid trip
If we turn back now we slit our own wrists
Hello Lucy, please don't push me
Cause the scalpel's oh so close to the vein
Don't try to calm me, you'll just antagonize me
Lend me your ears and I'll lend you the same
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This is a Comedy
02:06
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My birth was marked by depression and suicidal urges
My shirts are stained with the blood from all my mental purges
I hung my omens on the wall but still they're haunting me
I strove for greener pastures but still they're god is taunting me
Don't tell me what to do I'll make this choice on my own
I'm tired of the words you use to remind me to bow down to the throne
To you the pain you taste is nothing but a simple remedy
To me the life you lead is nothing short of a tragedy
My birth was marked by depression and suicidal tendencies
Sometimes it's hard to stride the line that divides our pain and our ecstasies
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Song for Leah
04:27
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Last night I found out what it means to truly, to truly care
Last night I found out what it means to truly be, truly be scared
Last night I heard you cry, heard you cry out in your sleep
Last night I sat hopelessly, as you cried out hopelessly, yeah I listened hopelessly
I know that this does not look good
I can tell that you're lost in the woods
Maybe I can help with that, oh
Maybe I can help with that, oh
Maybe I can help ease your load, oh
Last night I lost something I thought I'd never go without (X4)
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Revolutionaries
05:02
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Oh, you can't turn it off
The good guys never talk
And the howling never stops
But you aren't ever done
The bad guys never run
And the blisters never pop
No, the howling never stops
And the blisters never pop
Oh, I won't ever pray
Not for a single day
On faith I've closed the door
So I'll do all I can
Until I simply can't
And then I'll lay dead on the floor
Oh, on faith I've closed the door
So I lay dead on the floor
Oh, i know this is tough
And that things have been quite rough
But you've got to trust in me
Cause all we really have
When good times turn to bad
Is the air that we both breathe
So we'll just carry on
When all else we know is gone
For the future we both seek
So get up on your feet
Grab your gun and start to scream
Pretty soon we'll both be free
Oh, you've got to trust in me
And the air that we both breath
For the future we both seek
Pretty soon we'll both be free
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Oh dear, the time has come again when we are to be tested
I'd eat your fear if I could but as it stands you're already invested
So march on through the black date that fate has procured for us cause
All we can do is carry on and on and on and on and on
And I would hold you, if I could and
I would tell you 'till you understood that
We may always be afraid but we'll carry on
Carry on and on and on another day
Oh dear, the the time will come when we are finally free
We'll have no fear cause we will have finally escaped this disease
The open road will take us home to a place we've never been
And pain may find us there but it will not define the road ahead
And I am perfectly aware I read it in the devil's glare
When I passed out choking on the drug
We may always be scared, our vision always be impaired
I think it's worth because it's love
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9. |
Song for Griffin
03:44
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I will never hold my son
I will never taste true freedom
I will never kiss my baby girl
I will never stand on top of the world
I lost my son my son today
I lost the will the breath to change
I keep lookin' up for the sky to fall
Griffin, won't you come back to my arms
I lost my, I lost my, I lost my son today
Years from now all these shopping centers
Will be just ruins for future peoples to decipher
And all of our dead bodies in the ground
Will be the fertilizer from which all their food is grown
And most the pain I've inflicted on others and myself
Has been for nothin' other that I couldn't shut my mouth
My baby boy who will never feel age
He tells me, he tells me that there's that there's reason to, reason to
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I am Dead!
03:39
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When I think about the things I've done
Or the things I still want to do but don't want to admit it
What is there to separate me from
The disciples of the id
It's a pretty nice day for a revolution
Overthrow the man and his corporations
But who made the things that we're smoking
Or the things we long to feel in our lungs again
Our government is just like the Romans
Create a wasteland and call it peace (Tacitus)
And great men are most often bad men (John Dalberg-Acton)
The peace they seek lies within death's reek
I long for the things that used to help me hide
I long for the bong that used to get me high
The summer that tasted like cigarettes
The blood I spilt upon my razor's edge
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Ryan Blaire Denver, Colorado
Acoustic Punk songs from a small town in Colorado. Hit me up if you're interested in doing some sort of musicy thing together!
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