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Chrome Neon Jesus
03:43
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Chrome Neon Jesus, you are the ghost in the machine. Come to receive us, don’t wait for me. White hot heels and motion sick. This town is dead, there’s nothing left to give. Have you forgotten what it’s like? A phone call from another life, the payphone is dead but you’re still on the line. I guess we’re all just killing time. Chrome Neon Jesus, you are the ghost in the machine. Come to receive us, don’t wait for me. Your mother Llorona and cheap wine, your electric drone in the limelight. Forever alone, but it’s alright. Blackout lips and dirty streets, dig up the bones when nothing feels complete. I fade out with the morning light. Shake me down, a nervous wreck, a goodbye to me and what’s left to confess. I guess we’re all just killing time.
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Dweeb
04:23
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Too dumb, too small to feel the fall. Do you recall when she was something beautiful? I don’t, not at all. Giving up for you - I do, I do, I do. Too fair inside to see the signs. Do you recall the rush you once saw in his eyes? I don’t, another life. A trade for daydreams sold, to have and never hold - I do, I do, I do. I’m giving up for you.
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Swallow
03:50
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I can’t see another way, we are born into feeling blue. Just tell me I’m burning out, I know every word is true. Older and older, the voice of wasted youth has never been so loud. Over and over, like powder in the barrel pushing deeper down. Give up. Swallow it whole. Let go. Swallow it all. Come on. Swallow it all. And now rise, and now repeat - “we deserve everything we own”. The long road to transience, the tightrope between our bones. Oh, we are golden. Every other step is met with vicious eyes. Strangers and lovers, the sugar-filled assurance in between the lies. Come on. Swallow it whole. Come on. Swallow it all.
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Stoned, Alone
03:09
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I’ve been praying for something - warm sheets and a bad diagnosis, and I’m still sitting here, stoned and at home. I’ve been desperate to find it - warm eyes and two hands to revive this, but I’m still sitting here bored and alone. Stoned and at home. I wanted love, I wanted something to call my own. I wanted love, I wanted something to bring back home. You’d say I’m a sapphire in pieces, and slowly I’d start to believe it, cause I’m still sitting here stoned and at home. Sometimes the struggle’s enticing. The world stares in judgement, inside me, and I’m still sitting here bored and alone. I wanted love, I wanted something to call my own. I wanted love, I wanted something to bring back home. I wanted trust, I wanted something to call my own. You let me down, I guess that’s something to bring back home.
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Supermachine
03:52
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You’ll never win, fighting the man with no face. Trying to please everybody, it’s a waste. Nothing is hard, it just feels hard. Nothing is free, but it’s easy to believe in Supermachine. Am I still me? I’ll never be part of the Supermachine. Barter your life, wait for the needle to move. Everything dies, everything outside of you. Nothing is real, it just seems real. Nothing ever really exists. Nothing has meaning to be, stuck in the teeth of Supermachine. And we’re comfortable in dreaming. Yeah, it’s easy to believe in Supermachine.
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Black Flamingo
03:58
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Look my way, washed out in space. Know you will never be alone, we are never coming home - everything and everyone. I’ve been hiding out in the chrome black hole in time, when I look into your eyes. You can fall in love without ever waking up. Dreamless dream, I dove too deep. When every touch is medical and the world is all you know, I can be your lithium. My neon black flamingo. Way outside the walls of this apathetic mind, will you bring me back to life? I’ve been hiding out in the chrome black hole in time, when I look into your eyes. You can fall in love without ever waking up.
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Kibo
02:37
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The truth is I’m dizzy from your deepest shade of blue tonight.
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Rollerblades
03:42
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Gone, gone, saved from going through the storm. Love born, and dragged behind me through the soil, rich with spoils of war, and bones of washed up gods. Done, done, dreaming of the fairest son. I never look around to see how far I’ve come. Crow’s feet, picture me a little older. The guilt is deep, blooming like a desert flower. Yeah she tastes like you, and she breathes like you, and she leaves like you. I never look around to see how far I’ve come, I’ve been here too long.
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Daylight
03:47
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I want a girl who looks good in the daylight. I need her to know about sorrow in the sunshine. She’d give me the chemicals I need to fall asleep. She’d be so sorry if she ever lied to me. You were so sorry. I want a girl with a head like a hollow, with dead end dreams and all solace in the shallow. She’d empty her insides when there’s nothing more to show. She’d never leave me, though I’m better off alone. You were so sorry. We’re ripeness sliding into rot. You are all you ever wanted, you. We’re light-sick and running out of luck. You are all you ever wanted. I want a girl full of wonder and purpose. We’d dig to the depths and we would never see the surface. We’d say our goodbyes and seek the sun beneath the sea. She’d never be anything I don’t want her to be, I’d be so sorry.
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Spit
04:48
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Well here we are, adrift again. I can taste the spit in the oxygen. The pilot’s long forgotten that he ought to fear the awful, trembling hand of God. And I hope that this plane goes down, so I can see who comes to mind. Well I can crack a smile, and I’m alright. I’m just so tired of feeling tired. A cockroach floating dead in a cocktail, sedated in a cherry underworld. Thoughts are leaking out a dry and gaping mouth. And I hope that this plane goes down, so I can see who comes to mind. And I hope that this plane goes down so I can see you one last time… and dream away.
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Waitress
05:03
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So you say you want to be free, but you’re so young. So you say you want to be free, but you’re so dumb, still coming undone. What you think about, what you know about is true. What you sing about only fills a hole in you. Yeah, it’s all in your mind, what you think about in your deepest shade of blue. So you say you want to be free, with your head down. So you say you want to be free, but you sold out, yeah you sold out. What you think about, what you know is nothing new. What you sing about only fills a hole in you. Yeah, it’s all in your mind. Drown it out, just drown it out ’til you break through.
Go home to the teenage you, tell you not to worry. Stumble through the careless evenings where you dream of who you’ll be.
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Teenage Wrist Los Angeles, California
STILL LOVE // august 4 // @epitaphrecords // north american tour 9.5 > 10.8
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