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VHS Release
02:39
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Feels like I’m living through a sequel which was a straight to VHS release,
where all the characters are played by different actors except for me.
The story goes pretty much the same, give or take a couple things,
and it goes on until it’s over then we all just move along.
So what the hell we gonna do now?
I gave up drinking, picked up sitting home alone and being bored.
Well it’s ok, some days are better than others, and overall, I guess I feel pretty good.
Still sometimes I get so nervous and anxious, I feel rotten at my core.
Just want to blow the whole thing up and go somewhere I’ve never been before.
Where nobody knows my name.
Or about any of the shit that I did.
(guitar solo)
So what the hell we gonna do now?
I sure hope they’ll waive me through.
Nobody’s coming back for you.
Feels like I’m having an allergic reaction to reality,
where all the chemicals inside my brain are making me think crazy things.
The story goes pretty much the same, give or take a couple things,
and it goes on until it’s over then we all just move along.
So what the hell we gonna do now?
I sure hope they’ll waive me through.
Nobody’s coming back for you.
So what the hell are we gonna do?
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Smash/Hit
02:56
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Here comes that truck it’s gonna smash you.
It’ll be ok.
Your whole life kinda flash, flash in front of you.
Sometimes it goes that way.
And you’re trying to deal with so much shit on your own. E
veryone’s vanished, nobody’s home.
Here comes that rock it’s gonna hit you.
It’ll be ok.
Your whole life kinda flip-flip in front of you.
Sometimes it goes that way.
And you’re trying to deal with so much shit on your own.
Everyone’s vanished, nobody’s home.
Here comes that truck it’s gonna smash you.
It’ll be ok.
Your whole life kinda flip, flash in front of you.
Sometimes it goes that way.
And you’re trying to deal with so much shit on your own.
Everyone’s vanished, nobody’s home.
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One day you wake up, you’re a completely different person.
Same name, same face, but it’s like someone else is doing all the work.
And it’s strange, but you’re up and moving around.
You’ve got some money in your wallet and places to be in town.
You feel your weight shift with the turn of the wheel.
This place is nothing at all like you remember.
And it’s strange, but you’re up, and moving around.
They gave you a desk inside an office, with a window over town.
You feel your heart sink when she walks in the room.
This girl is nothing at all like you remember.
She looks drained, but she’s up, and storming around.
There’s always palpable tension when you’re both inside the house.
And your friends aren’t anywhere to be seen.
You’re all alone and telling lies to your shrink.
The weight of the world is leaving bruises on your shoulders.
All you really wanted was for someone to warn you.
You feel a little shell shocked, you wonder to yourself, is this even real?
And the days and weeks just all run together.
So many things you’ve got to learn to try and not remember.
Yeah, but you can’t shake the feeling, can’t shake the shakes, you can’t shake the shakes.
And your friends aren’t anywhere to be seen.
You’re all alone and telling lies to your shrink.
The weight of the world is leaving bruises on your shoulders.
All you really wanted was for someone to warn you.
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Slice of Paradise
02:58
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I’m feeling blue,
caught in an existential mood.
You see now every day’s so ordinary,
I can’t find the will to tie my shoes.
It was a good week on the road,
but now it’s back to digging holes
everything’s so extraordinarily
colorless and focus group approved.
I’m feeling helpless,
without a paddle up shit’s creek.
It’s like I’m watching my own mortuary cavalcade
come lay me down to sleep.
I got to try not to worry,
put a little color in my cheeks.
If I can make it through this purgatory,
there’s no telling what’s in store for me.
Yeah and I’m so tired of wearing this disguise.
I’m gonna cut out the people, and take my own advice.
It’s been a long time coming, but this time I’ll get it right.
I’m gonna get myself a little slice of paradise.
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G.D.M.N.T.
03:46
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I never thought I would live this long
I never thought I would make it this far.
So far from perfect, oh yeah.
But we're still working toward it,
I just wanted you to light up my heart...
I never put much thought toward it, somehow.
And I'm still paying for it, for now.
I'm real far from perfect, oh wow.
But I don't worry about it, no.
Because God don't make no trash.
Ah, yeah, But He sure likes to get a laugh.
Nothing comes easy,
Working off the sins of Eden.
So you’re pulling out your hair, and you’re pacing and weaving.
You’ve been through this before, but it never had any real meaning.
You hit your stride, right as you run out of time.
Then the clock runs out it’s the end of your life.
God don't make no trash.
Ah, yeah, But He sure likes to get a laugh.
Nothing comes easy,
Working off the sins of Eden.
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Cold Black Ink
03:11
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Where do I stand in this massive collection of people and movements, consents and objections?
Statements of reason, statistical fact.
I sit in the back and I wait to react.
Then you call out my name,
I say, “ey, how’s it been?”
Looks like you’ve been out by the corner again.
I miss the dirty life,
I miss the drugs and the fights.
I miss the hold me up drink in the dark.
I miss the comfort in delusion,
I miss that barroom in Houston,
where everybody slept where they parked.
And I like the part when you held out your hand.
You said, “don’t worry baby”, then pulled me on in.
You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue.
You had cold black ink on your arm.
My head in a vice, and you’re wasting your time,
And you’re leaving me out in the cold.
I’m gonna get a rise out of you,
throw rocks at your car from the road.
You tell me to STOP,
you’re calling the COPS
I run go and hide in the woods.
Fee-fi-fo-fum, you’re off into the night, and yeah well...
I miss the dirty life, I miss the drugs and the fights.
I miss the hold me up drink in the dark.
I miss the comfort in delusion,
I miss that barroom in Houston,
where everybody slept where they parked.
And I like the part when you held out your hand.
You said, “don’t worry baby”, then pulled me on in.
You had blood on your palm, you had holes in your tongue.
You had cold black ink on your arm.
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Red Marks
03:36
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You’ve got red marks on your chest,
you better cover yourself and lower your head.
You’re best kept swept under the rug.
So they don’t figure you out, show up to cut out your tongue.
And I always wonder what you’re after.
Does it feel real good, man,
you don’t worry like I would.
You don’t worry, man, you should.
You’ve got red marks on your chest.
They’re gonna whittle you down and leave you for dead.
You’re best kept swept under the rug.
So they don’t figure you out, and show up to cut out yourtongue.
And I always wonder what you’re after.
Does it feel real good, man,
you don’t worry like I would.
You don’t worry, man, you should.
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8. |
Racing Through the Daze
03:24
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Racing through the daze,
could use some time to think.
Not much left to lose.
Not much left to break.
Time keeps running on its own.
There’s nowhere safe that we can go.
No way to turn it off,
and catch our breaths and take it slow.
Well, I’ll play along; just tell me what you want.
I’ll be around.
I figured out where you were coming from,
just tell me what you want.
Something’s gotta give,
how long are we supposed to wait?
How long are we supposed
to spin our wheels in place?
Racing through the daze,
could use some time to think.
I fade into the crowd,
I shut my mouth and I sit down.
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You don’t have to tell me that you love me it’s ok.
I don’t really blame you, I did some pretty shitty things.
I don’t know how to explain it, there’s not much I can say.
I’m a total mess and I’m allover the place.
I give a little love,
and I take it away.
I give a little love,
can I come pick up my things?
I don’t have much to offer, I drank most of it away.
I turned all my friends against me, but you never really liked them anyway.
Yeah, you don’t have to tell me that you love me, it’s ok.
You’ve known me long enough to know I fuck up everything.
I’m not really on much of a winning streak;
you know how these things ebb and flow.
Maybe this time’s different, maybe I won’t screw it up,
but I know you’re just waiting for the other shoe to fall.
Maybe it’ll come around?
You don’t have to tell me that you love me it’s ok.
I don’t really blame you, I did some pretty shitty things.
I don’t know how to explain it, there’s not much I can say.
I’m a total mess and I’m allover the place.
I give a little love,
and I take it away.
I give a little love,
can I come pick up my things?
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10. |
I Want To Wreck Your Car
04:11
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I want to wreck your car.
I’ve thought it over.
Red lights are red.
And these days are blue.
Why don’t you settle your sweet self down,
you know, I’m doing this all for you.
And I won’t work you over.
Babe, I’ll be the one to carry you.
And you can cry on my shoulder.
Babe, I’ll be like Jesus Christ for you.
But I’ve been living a wet dream kind of life.
Yeah, so just wake me when I’m right.
I’ve been living it up all kinds of nights.
Yeah, so dear, just wake me when I’m right.
Well, babe, about the dog.
I kind of ran him over.
But, baby, just be cool.
We didn’t only have one dog.
We had two!
So baby, just be cool.
I’ll get you a rose.
And I won’t work you over.
Babe, I’ll be the one to carry you.
And you can cry on my shoulder.
Babe, I’ll be like Jesus Christ for you.
But I’ve been living a wet dream kind of life.
Yeah, so just wake me when I’m right.
I’ve been living it up all kinds of nights.
Yeah, so dear, wake me, yeah so dear just wake me,
yeah so dear just wake me when I’m right.
But I’ve been living a wet dream kind of life.
Yeah, so just wake me when I’m right.
I’ve been living it up all kinds of nights.
Yeah, so dear, wake me, yeah so dear wake me,
yeah so dear wake me when I’m right.
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Thirsty Curses Raleigh, North Carolina
Thirsty Curses is a rock n’ roll outfit based out of Raleigh, NC. Thirsty Curses' material draws from numerous genres including punk, folk, country, and grunge and explores lyrical themes ranging from the existential to the absurd. Thirsty Curses' songs are both impassioned and sardonic; comical and foreboding. ... more
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