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The Millennial Rock
03:19
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Since day one, they always taught us how to be a working man with a graduates degree. Sometimes we ask them questions, but no one ever listens. Sometimes you’ll get defensive, up in arms; pointing fingers at me. And all the pan that they put you through for all the things you wished you’d never have to do. What it’s worth and what it seems are points of view, forever contradictory. Nine to five on an entry level wage, sleepless nights hoping next week things will change. They call this shit “life lessons”, to follow suit in vague regression? So sit us down and tell me all I do is complain. And we’ll stand by the ocean line dreaming of a time where no one has to tell a lie. And everyone tells you it’s okay to sell yourself short of what you’re worth to me.
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Tell All Your Friends
02:04
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Sometimes I feel like I'm insane, everything they say all sounds the same. This conversation's melting my brain. Can we just try to get on the same page? Stuck on repeat, still losing sleep, pressured by the sheep, third time this week I've felt like a leech. I'm sick of their niche and something always gets the better of me. So I walk on home, ignore the telephone, have a smoke alone and sink a beer or two to get a clearer view. I'm chasing something new. I'm so sick of you, so fucking sick of you. And I'm so tired of this routine. It's all self obsessive, it's all "me, me, me". And I'm so tired of all your friends. They can't drop their egos, they just pretend. Sometimes I feel like I'm insane.
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She Said
02:50
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I wake up, wake up to the sound of screaming birds in my front room. Day in, day out it’s all the same to you. I get back at half past five in the afternoon. Kick back on the couch, and stare at your tattoos. But I just wanna sit around and waste time procrastinating, I don’t know if I can wait around for you. And all around, the world falls down, I do’y why we’re waiting. I guess I’ll wait till you come back to know. She said, she said it all comes down to you, but I don’t have the time to be on your receiving line no more. She said, she said it’s nothing to do with you, but she’s not even mine and I just can’t unwind. There she goes again, knocking down my door, a solider coming back from fighting another war, she’s knocking down my door. She said, she said it all comes down to you, but I don’t have the time to be on your receiving line no more. She said, she said it’s nothing to do with you, but she’s not even mine and I just can’t unwind.
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Buzzkill
01:02
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Trashed the house, drank your booze. There’s puke on the floor and graffiti on the walls, I’m a buzzkill, buzzkill, spinning in a pirouette, never stop to give a shit ‘cause what I want is what I get. Public nuisance in the street “but officer it wasn’t me, I swear I’m a good boy, I don’t make noise” you’re a buzzkill, buzzkill, raining down on my parade. Still got something else to say? “Get the fuck out of my face!” It all comes back around, it always gets me down, it all seems meaningless but I’ll sing it out loud to get it off my chest. She’s got it out for me, it’s just monotony on the TV, on your widescreen. She’s a buzzkill, buzzkill, sitting round bored at home, better off, off alone. Throw a dog a fucking bone. Laying in the ICU, never did a thing for you. Reaper’s over here and he’s whispering in my ear “you’re a buzzkill”.
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If You're Listening
03:11
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I’m not saying I’d have it any other way but just this one time, it’s gonna be my day my way. I don’t need any validation from your friends or any other outlet. I don’t need a thing from you if you don’t ask a thing from me. Why should I listen to you? Why can’t you ever see through barriers encumbering me? You’re too thick to see. Start it all over again, never stick it out to the end. I’ll explain it as well as I can if you’re listening. I’m not saying I’d have it any other way but just this one time, it’s gonna be my day my way. Subjugate everyone around you to compensate for everything they put you through. I don’t need a thing from you if you don’t ask a thing from me. Why should I listen to you? Why can’t you ever see through barriers encumbering me? You’re too thick to see. Start it all over again, never stick it out to the end. I’ll explain it as well as I can if you’re listening.
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Transparent
04:09
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And all of the things that we said we could change, they sat in the corner and just stayed the same. While dust was collecting on your mirror frame, reflections are cloudy and it’s starting to rain. Confront me with bullshit, I’ll tell it to you straight. Come down like a pile of bricks, I’ll carry the weight. Transparent like glass I’ll be clear when I say, I’ll love you forever girl, just not today.
I’ve waited here for you, I’ve waited for a while. Pencil pushed through paper, photos, smokes and wine. Flying through the air now, no longer mine. Candlesticks and pieces dwindle as they die. Smiling never was easy after that, pacing ‘round the kitchen in our old flat. I’ve never been at home now, I’ve never been home since. Something crossed the bridge we built and burned it down, burned it down. Promises you can’t fulfil just get me down, get me down. I’m strung out and angry, I’m sorry but you made me aimless, afraid and lost; drawing circles in tears. I always said to you; losing you was one of my greatest fears. Waiting and waiting and patiently waiting, the fear you and I had, my mind was creating. If there’s a better way, I’m listening. Show me how.
I carried those bricks for you, I carried that weight. We promised each other that thing had to change. I cleaned up my act and I danced in the rain. Despite all of that it seems nothing has changed.
Through rose coloured glass I'll try my hardest to say I loved you forever girl but it's not the same.
Through rose coloured glass I'll try my hardest to say I loved you forever girl but it's not the same.
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