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by MALAISE

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1.
in the wild 01:30
one month late, a cracked fate break a couple of bones of full growns with train tracks on your soles leave your head in the sun and keep none i wish for you, spiderman, to have a great plan (to get us out of here) with train tracks on your souls
2.
lush kingdom 02:46
hawks as black as braincells hawks as black as braincells defenseless mechanism less intrusive hollered to the clock one too many locks hollered to the clock one too many wash the sheets with fire wash the sheets with fire statues in the honour all crippled and crooked this kingdom is your kingdom and sensitive to touch this kingdom is your kingdom and sensitive to touch
3.
did she leave for the shiest boy in the bay? i'm not to blame for the choices she made but she left to find answers besides me can't help be sad that she won't find me 'kiss me before i start to cry' but those were her words, not mine and she'll print all those pictures she takes and sing about the heart that i break but do i want her to change this song? and would i ever, ever prove her wrong? 'kiss me before i start to cry' but those were her words, not mine cause up to now our choice was confirmed how was i to know her letters were returned it's not the insight that i lack it's something else that just holds me back she'll walk and ride and take trains for no reason i have my songs and my letters, but i'll keep them 'kiss me before i start to cry' but those were her words, not mine
4.
take time with your head, you're the only one who has to live inside it i know you didn't tell me and i could've been warned you leave me no choice, i have no choice i wouldn't have guessed you i would ever stay again to see and if you write like a mirror in the back on the same sheet there is nothing left to do but set it free and between pressed fingers there is sunlight to flick to wings of voices that i dread too many lines to repeat from the bite you took off me to the damage you have yet to do
5.
i was chewing on our last kiss after i left you at your plane i let it go with saltier water for the first time since i left, i just feel like going home. because here my love goes out the window and the air in San Francisco just cracks my skin dry and i know now what i came here to find and i just feel like going home Tables turn, now i'm the one left behind and i just feel like going home
6.
rant song 02:10
There is culture for the masses just as long as they fit in classes. Base our culture on the kids that don't even know what culture is. Remember a band is not their single and that clothes are not their tags, but i'm glad i'm not the last to see our minds are blurred with facts. Don't get fed on meat that's fodder and don't gag on shit that makes your mind go numb. Because if there's nothing you believe in, then you're living in a bubble. Maybe you think it's just not worth the trouble. Oh, it is. It's worth the life of us kids. But regardless there is passion and our music and romancing. Your life's still what you make of it, even though we're all just sick of it. It's your path to walk alone, so make sure that you have friends when you get home. Cause isn't it so obvious that, when you take a stand, your voice is worth your mind and thoughts and so are all your plans. Don't complain that you don't know enough, it's a fact you never will. So pick up your friends' favorite books or give wikipedia a look. Go look up what it is to think, avoid the big commercial link. Read, don't just stand there and blink. Because there were so many brilliant minds and thoughts that were one of a kind. If none of those apply to you, figure out what that means to you. There is art around the corner, in every street and every corner. It's made by kids just like us, that go to shows and ride the bus.
7.
too many kids are screwed up no alternative, no hope too many kids act like dicks they've got no reason, they've got no hope why do they do it? they've lost their minds society's victims the system fucked up their minds not enough brains in their head before they know it they're already dead walk tall, walk straight see the x's on my hand it's not to be cool, it's who i am you can put x's on your hand when you're in control and in command why do they do it? they've lost their minds society's victims the system fucked up their minds not enough brains in their head before they know it they're already dead walk tall, walk straight
8.
like the ceiling this white keep the eyes from turning inside i wait like a furnace tonight from hours without end in sight without an end in sight even when the sun clouds it a while easy does it, it'll have broken my heart or what's left of it for the most part by the road is a clever remark something i should be upset about
9.
i'll have wise things to say we'll act on them some other day and we'll sleep with strings attached to someone else's bed there's trouble written all over them do we have any control to keep up with the illusion that we're sure of? and we'll have war wounds for hearts and things we can't even give out but until then i'll wake up in your bed smiling, but scared if thinking is left behind i can't keep you from my mind if reason is left tonight then lock your lips in mine
10.
someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill says I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill and what's a game of chance to you to him is one of real skill so glad to meet you, angeles picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade did you add up all the cards left to play to zero and sign up with evil, angeles don't start me trying now cos I'm all over it, angeles i could make you satisfied in everything you do all your secret wishes could right now be coming true and be forever with my poison arms around you no one's gonna fool around with us no one's gonna fool around with us so glad to meet you, angeles
11.
the crowd that will follow the road eager to walk bear in stone eyes tired red from the nightmares that keep them awake follow the light until it sets then sleep through their nights and regrets feet broken into blisters and cold keep it going
12.
i, i believed, memory might mirror no reflections on me i, believed, that in forgetting i might set myself free but i woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat and then i choked i, i bled, i tried to hide the heart from the head and i, i said i bled, in the arms of a girl i'd barely met and i woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground and then i drowned and if i can't see it’s for want of you you, you said 'i see', if there's nothing here then it’s probably mine my, my turn to see if there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine but i woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat and then i choked i, i guess i've learned the taste of days that will always burn i, i guess i've learned if it’s in the corner of my eye i can't always turn and i woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground and then i drowned and if i can't see it’s for want of you
13.
you're disappearing again three days at a time the cure won't understand abstinence and overall desistance suffices never as long... keep away the old uncut pieces of film still looking back at my wandering mind crashed into, crushed into the pillow the things that don't drip from my cheek will turn into the muddy holes that shield my feet

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RECORDED AND RELEASED UNDER THE PREVIOUS NAME "CAN'T SING FOR SHIT" FOR THE 2009 USA WINTER TOUR.

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released January 5, 2009

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