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Bad Spanish
03:13
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Keep my mouth shut cause I don’t deserve anything
Feeling like a fraud at my job, cause I’ve faked my way
Into every good thing that’s ever happened to me
Write a happy song cause I don’t wanna mope today
Try to sing along, but the thoughts they don’t go away
I will say the worst things to make you stay
It’s hard to ask for help if you don’t really want it
Passed out on the train in your own vomit
“It’s fine” I said, I’ll bash my fucking head through the wall
So I don’t have to call you before I go to bed
“Alright” I said, won’t hold my fucking breath while you’re gone
But I feel it in my lungs
Before I go to bed
Dreaming in bad spanish bout your romantic tendencies
And how they would translate in your fucked up fantasies
You’re the only good thing
That’s ever happened to me
It’s hard to ask for help if you don’t really want it
Passed out on the train in your own vomit
“It’s fine” I said, I’ll bash my fucking head through the wall
So I don’t have to call you before I go to bed
“Alright” I said, I’ll scrape my knuckles red
Stucco wall
Do I have to be sad to get off?
I’ll never leave my head
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2. |
Fun Dumpster
02:42
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Here I go again, the typical dead end
Of setting myself up for another sick mindfuck
Cause unattainable love and dumb life goals
Have gotten me this far
And doing nothing’s just too hard
Well, I’ve always been some degree of creepy
When I want something I want it bad
I’ll get drunk and beg for you to meet me
I know you hardly know me
But I couldn’t take things slowly if I tried
I’ve never been the type to settle for “just fine”
I would it’s just that my ego won’t let me sleep at night
Cause unattainable love and dumb life goals
Have gotten me this far
And doing nothing’s just too hard
I wore a dress for you
Cause you’re nicer when I do
Doin’ nothing
Doin’ nothing
Doin’ nothing
Nothing is just too hard
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3. |
Don't Be a Stranger
04:39
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There was a man reading self help books on a crowded subway train
And as I stared at the floor I thought it must be nice
To have that kind of mindframe
Read it cover to cover and soak up every thought
Til you wake up one morning and just get to be someone you’re not
Cause when things get quiet I feel uneasy
I need my friends or at least just the sound of the TV
To keep these things in my head from screaming
“You’re inadequate! You’re a piece of shit!
You could run forever but you’d never get away with it!
And if people really knew who you were,
They’d probably cover up the ground that you walk on with spit!”
‘Don’t be a stranger’ means stay away
As far away as you can
Because you’re unstable
Like that’s all I need right now
How could you possibly understand?
And I still dress just like I’m sixteen
And I still get way too drunk during the week
Still got way too much on my plate
But none of it ever makes me feel complete and I
Let my bills pile up as high as they can
It only took me 27 fucking years to finally understand that when she said
‘Don’t be a stranger’ means stay away
As far away as you can
Because you’re unstable
Like that’s all I need right now
How could you possibly understand?
You’ll be the one who keeps me up at night
‘Don’t be a stranger’ means stay as far away as you can
When my friends say they’re fine I just think they don’t know where to begin
I’m happy that you’re happy but I’m sad we’ll never speak again
If I could do this over I know that this is how it would end
Pack up and don’t ever come back
I never meant to make you so sad
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4. |
Serenity
03:16
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Why is this so weird?
We should be friends
I don't really want to, but it's the only way we'll get through this
Cause we're at all the same shows
And we love all the same people
But you're incapable, so I'm releasing all my ropes
Don't tell me it meant nothing
Sink me serenity, I need a bath
This anxious fire's been burning through my better half
I was comfortable being lonely
But now I'm back and I'm beat, whiskey neat til I sleep
I guess I just want you to feel a little bit miserable
Cause I feel like shit, and you've been dismissing it
Some selfish form of justice that won't make me feel better at all
I know it's wrong, but I gotta be honest at least for the sake of my bitter, rotten soul
I wish this wasn't so weird,
I miss being your friend,
And I still don't really know what happened
And this all really sucks
We're pissing off our friends
Now I'm back drinking the liquor and playing the pitied fool again
I agree, it meant nothing
Sink me serenity, I need a bath
This anxious fire's been burning through my better half
I was comfortable being lonely
But now I'm back and I'm beat, whiskey neat til I sleep
Frisk me felicity and make it last
Or marinate me in gasoline and make it fast
I want to hit reset and call off all my bets
Make it all go away like nothing happened
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Pigeon Language
05:04
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It’s so embarrassing
How hard I take to heart the things you sing
So many people love me
I’m so fucking lucky
I never can quite understand
The pidgin language you speak with your friends
I’m always behind one beat
They’re so fucking lucky
I’m not the type to wait by the phone
But if you call me up, I probably won’t say no
I’m scared the problem isn’t even you
Jesus christ, your head felt so nice
In my lap on the chinatown bus
I’m so fucking lucky
You’re so fucking lucky
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6. |
Vominos
04:03
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Chronic satisfactory
Feeling right and lonely
That I won't exceed
Vomit into the sink
Purging all that's fleeing
Fast and hard from me.
How do I? I reply
Reach into the coffee cup
And stir the words right up
Out of the muck, tell me my luck
Read to me my fortune
Spelled in grounds that float on top
They say
It won't leave your body
They say
It won't leave your thoughts
Anyway
It won't clear your conscience
It makes no sense left to stay
Last night
You dove back in my head
Woke me from my slumber
When you scratched on my leg
I won’t field questions
With eye whites webbed and
Swollen, looks like yarn so red
Where are my keys
I left them with my phone
I left them in the loft up in Zachary's home
Follow, following
Me as I escape through crowded Brooklyn streets
Her first night was filled with tears
Mine nuanced, suffused with all her fears.
Reality check - reality lacks
The explanation that her worries have been facts
I don't want to go outside
I don't want to have to face my pride
Just let his feeling in me subside
Let this feeling in me die
I love in small doses
Until the floodgate opens
So I kill any sense of the word
And let my breath become still
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7. |
Run Home
03:25
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I’ll run home when the water runs cold over my bones
I won’t soak in this like before
And all the years that I’ve sold to my brain and where it goes
I don’t sleep sound like before
I’ll run home, I’ll run home
I’ll run home, I’ll run home
It’s in my head, it’s in my tone
It’s in my head, it’s in my tone
When the sun came, I don’t know where my body went
Retrace pipelines to find I have fallen down again
Never get up, never get up
Never get up off the basin
Never get up, never get up
Never get up off the basin
Oh, it goes it goes it goes
Oh, it goes it goes it goes
I don’t wanna make a sound
Let it pass me all around
Oh, I know I know I know
Oh, I know I know I know
I don’t wanna settle down
Or bury my head in the ground
Oh my ghost just go just go
Oh my ghost just go just go
Leave me right where I was found
Let me fade into the crowd
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8. |
Stockton Syndrome
03:00
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I was silent in my room when you told me how he died
Oh my god, born 1985
Now I have outlived him, I have seen more through his eyes
They never remember you were even alive
It’s all just a matter of time
A broken plate, a vile date
Spoons that cut like knives
An open flame takes the blame
From the substance left inside
Collapsed veins like interstate congestion on 95
Let me slip into the dark of the night,
Let me slip into the dark of the night
Slip into the dark of the night
Jackie’s got the drugs, Jackie’s got the drugs,
Jackie’s got the drugs and holy fuck he’s gonna take them
Jackie doesn’t know, Jackie doesn’t know
Jackie doesn’t know what the drugs they gon’ done to him
Danny’s got the drugs, Danny’s got the drugs
Danny’s got the drugs and holy fuck he’s gonna take them
Danny doesn’t know, Danny doesn’t know
Danny doesn’t know what the drugs they gon’ done to him
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Saratoga
03:06
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Nervous feelings of a panic coming on
As I sit in Saratoga all night long
Dirty fingertips smell of cigarette smoke
As I look back on what just happened
Pass your stop and I choke
Stumble inside
Wait til everyone falls asleep then I cry
Wake up in the morning, find a safe place to hide
When your smell is still in my bed
Just try to stay occupied
But every time I try it’s like my synapses are burnt out and fried
In a stagnant monotone
Say “I can’t do this on my own”
Put everything under a microscope
Smoke too much dope and lose hope
Like that’s a perfectly fine way to cope
As I lie to myself
ripped up a million pieces back on the shelf
Lay on my back
Take another sip until I cough up and hack
all the ugly things i thought I stuffed in a sack
like lies and crashing waves I know it’s all coming back
But I will stay occupied
And hopefully when I try it’s like my synapses aren’t burnt out and fried
In a stagnant monotone
Say “I can’t do this on my own”
With every single weakness shown
No I can’t do this on my own
OH MY GOD
Up late and it won’t shut off
Cause it’s never enough
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10. |
Wavelengths
02:48
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Firefly
Neon guts and toxic insides
Glowing bright but only mother’s eyes
Will see you the way I did
The blackest ice scraped your lover’s hands
And what a price you paid for taking acid just that night
In the morning you called to say
“I could see wavelengths and you were on mine
Why don’t we just settle down and see
It all fall apart ourselves?”
I’m alone
I always have been and it feels like home
I won’t drop by, I won’t pick up the phone
Unless it’s you calling
I’ll squash you slow
And write my songs in neon ink that glows
Tell me something I don’t already know
Not the same bullshit like
“I could see wavelengths and you were on mine
Why don’t we just settle down and see
It all fall apart ourselves?”
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Nervous Dater New York, New York
Brooklyn punk trio Nervous Dater are releasing their second full-length record, Call In The Mess, on February 26 via Counter Intuitive Records.
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