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Rough Demos from a Simpler Time

by SAD

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1.
Facelift 03:39
Lyrics: Darling I know this ain't your bed, it's certainly not mine Enchanted drunkenly under your sigh Sideways forming in an upstate New York dorm room Let these heavy feelings bloom Let your guard down, too And you saw my naked Couldn't hide beneath a facelift I couldn't wait to wake up in your glow In a bed of wilted flowers This space is our own Dipped our feet in the pool I felt the cool breath of spring Talked of bands and where you stand on politics and things Oh, I begged and I bled for the words that I wanted to say to be read from my desperate gaze And I don't want to let My stupid mouth get in the way And you saw my naked Couldn't hide beneath a facelift I couldn't wait to wake up in your glow In a bed of wilted flowers This space is our own And I saw you naked You couldn't hide beneath a facelift You couldn't wait to wake up and just go In a bed of perfect sorrow This space is our own
2.
We had reason to believe that it would always be good We had reason to believe that it was doomed from the start It turned out a farce Condescending son has gone And son is coming out for us, my son The bus is missing must be something In the weather's cloudy day We just might be late Narcoleptic networkers who park their carcass In the market parking lot without their car keys Waiting for the prophet's caucus to pass What a waste of gas Now I don't believe in Cinderella Read the Wiki page about depression Had another Stella I don't want to know How your bratty kids are doing After being raised in private school Who get drool on their dicks Instead of blood on their lips I don't really care what you say I duck for cover when there's nothing there I scream for help like a wood-chipped chair I'm broken in two–maybe three–maybe four I hit the floor I cry in the day in the brilliant light And I smile in the cab on a Monday night I go and I stop, and I go and I stop Teenage Romance in a Fast Life Dwelling on missed kisses with the misses Please dismiss I pissed the bliss away Amiss with remiss from untaken risk Has got to be good for something But don't lie to me Jocks in wheelchairs getting glares Of former glory unrepaired Just gotta walk away, Oh wait, they can't They think, "At least I got good hair" We had reason to expect that forever was a virtue We had reason to believe in a thing called "love" What a bunch of crud Now I don't believe in Cinderella Read the Wiki page about depression Had another Stella I don't want to know How your bratty kids are doing After being raised in private school Who get drool on their dicks Instead of blood on their lips I don't really care what you say I duck for cover when there's nothing there I scream for help like a wood-chipped chair I'm broken in two–maybe three–maybe four I hit the floor I cry in the day in the brilliant light And I smile in the cab on a Monday night I go and I stop, and I go and I stop Teenage Romance in a Fast Life
3.
I just know That if I’ve seen it once I’ve lived it twice And felt a hundred times So I should know I’m going through it now The last summer of the rest of my life So light a candle for the children Who’ve lost life to the weekend Chasing cars in the suburbs Drinking lemonade on the curb I wonder if They’ve worn the clothes they’ll die in Wasting all our precious time Just to fall outside the limelight Using all our precious time Just so we can sleep another night I guess you could call it bad luck I guess this is growing up I’ve left behind people and places and highways and pavements I don’t miss them, just the feelings that I got So light a candle for the patrons of fine art on the weekends Of wine tasting for their egos Who don’t watch as the years go I wonder if They’ve worn the clothes they’ll die Wasting all our precious time Just to fall outside the limelight Using all our precious time Just so we can sleep another night I guess you could call it bad luck I guess this is growing up
4.
Jumping off the New York skyline with a high mind Falling on velvet streets feel like concrete in the daily grind I’m clocking in and punching out and punching me and cleaning grout In this pipeline of a heart’s line with a courtesy call from the front line It was gravity that pulled us up and destiny that brought us together But that doesn’t mean that true love makes you any less of a quitter In the corners of my life in the shadows of shame there’s a black man with a beaten brow from the judiciary courts and the civil service But where are you in the day’s end, you fake ass friend? Pat my back with a knife instead of a helping hand Condensating with fear in the dawn of the eve where you pulled out these lies concealed under your sleeve For forty days and forty nights I clung to a false promise That when God had wrought a divine dryness that she would be my royal highness But it was so wrong and so long, and it still is Until I could see my damn face without seeing hers in it Just break me down, I’m a clown, doing tricks with a frown in the alley, the gutter, The continuous flutter of life in the nether where everyone’s better And more well adjusted but can’t seem to get her God Bless the red, white, and blue As if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do I just don’t know what I’m coming to, I just don’t know Maybe this bitch is crazy Perhaps profoundly lazy Just wanted to smoke weed in hot rods and suck dick under the promenade But there’s a cost to freedom cause every moment you need it there’s someone who'll beat you Polling for answers, an election, an ordinary ordinance sanction, It’s the function of a junked brain to clutch onto intangible reins, ah God Bless the red, white, and blue as if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do I just don’t know what I’m coming to, I just don’t know Waving a black flag Without thinking of the price tag, sitting in a parking lot snorting white lighting off a paper bag Just so this teenage glory never ends Keep the party going get your ragtag friends to make amends A slight gag at the thought being sober Party’s never over never forget In a drunken haze of stupid powder relinquishing your godly power over me A spree of pleas for missed opportunities Won’t you please Forget everything you thought you knew about me My pain, your pain, love stain, the same, As a matter of fact God bless the red, blue and black, a panic attack Colors of the rainbow are all out of whack, but no one’ll put em back It’s armageddon, God bless the red, black, and blue As if our country’s pride will make up for what the heart can’t do
5.
Turbulence 04:46
Sacrificed on the altar of love Waiting for my time to come I was born to the wrong time Fell out on my head Concrete disappointment Waiting for me down below I woke up With heads turned all around Lonely hearts on the wrong kids Righteous, burning pain Nightmares under these eyelids And pumping through these acid veins These days I'm a walking pushover For these replayed scenes I woke up With nothing in my soul And if you even cared, you'd say "hello" Tell me what it is I know it's something Tell me what it is I know it's something If you even cared, you would've stopped I feel a new dawn coming on But I don't feel the warmth at all Turbulence Rough skies and hardened minds Free falling I woke up With tears burning in my eyes And if you even cared, you'd say "goodbye" Tell me what it is I know it's something Tell me what it is I know it's something If you had the time, I'd make it up Tell me what it is I know it's something Tell me what it is I know it's something If you even cared, You'd look me up
6.
Some things go without saying, Some things come without you asking Maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink Sometimes the blazing sun isn’t warm And sometimes your icy flesh keeps me home But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink And just maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink There’s this feeling that claws inside my throat If you’d believe me, I’d say it means the most But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink I stare up at my ceiling And all I need, is another outcast to belong with me But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink But maybe, there’s something in the water that I drink Maybe some day I’ll understand Why my parents slept in different beds And fought, fought until the bitter end But things, things are looking up from here my friend
7.
Bleachers 04:15
I didn’t mean it When I told you to go I didn’t expect you to submit to my meaningless, harmful words Cause it’s all for nothing if you ain’t here to taste some of it I didn’t mean for this Times like this I Remember that since i was born I been growing old Times like this I Hope that someday I can find my way All Alone Have you ever Walked through the desert to find the meaning of life Only to die of thirst? Cause it’s all for nothing if you ain’t here to taste some of it Times like this I Remember that since i was born I been growing old Times like this I Hope that someday I can find my way

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released October 4, 2016

To all the people in life who've hurt me and left me a better but more empty person because of it.

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Bleeding hearts from New York, NY.

A bittersweet nostalgia for things that never really happened.

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