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I walk these streets at night and I have burning questions.
The windmills in the distance wave to me as friends move on.
I count the cars cause sparks still fly and wonder where they’ll send us.
I ponder past mistakes and lucky breaks but they’re all gone.
The walls come closing in.
the future isn’t bright in dark winters of New England.
And now I have this place in town I can call my own.
I haven’t seen you in three years or maybe four.
The success of our mutual friends drives me goddam insane.
So I’ll wish you the best of luck and hope you hit the floor.
Make the same mistakes again,
a loss of dignity starts slowly setting in.
I’ve been taking this all wrong,
Never admit when I’m wrong,
I never said we’d get along.
As time moves on, and things they’ll change,
I hope you waste away again
I never meant to leave you behind, but then you fell by the wayside
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The cities are burning but the children are fine.
The loss of compassion is blowing my mind.
They say that this darkness and storm have just showed up,
But these corrupt fucks just make me want to throw up.
I’ll give you an answer, I’ll throw you a line.
I don’t think about what I do all the time.
I’m losing all faith as they’re lost in decent.
It makes me think twice about being a man.
So I don’t have the answers, I don’t have the cure.
And that being said you still hang on my words.
I’m killing off comedy, killing off sense,
With a drive and a passion that’s so relentless.
Well I don’t have the answers, I don’t have the cure.
And you’re such a fool for following my words.
I’m taking you down faster than you would think,
With anger and rage that would drive you to drink.
Looks like we forgot how to learn again.
For reasons I can’t even try to defend.
We’ll watch it burn as they repeat the fall.
Front seats to the end of it all.
A sad little king on a sad little hill.
A representation of loss of good will.
This whole thing is falling apart at the seams,
and we have nightmares instead of dreams.
Looks like we’ve forgot how to learn again.
But none of this matters now in the end.
We came so far but got nowhere at all,
And now we’ll never know.
A slave to a queen with an iron fist rule.
The crippled odd thoughts of a dying old fool.
We came so far but got nowhere at all,
This is where we fall.
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License to Pill
03:28
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From the time he was nearly ten years old,
They told him his mind was out of control.
Demented, crazed, brainsick and daft,
There wasn’t a word too offensive or brash.
That they wouldn’t use to explain his brain.
So they found him a fix, but didn’t notice the stain.
Now he’s stuck on these bastardized meds,
Never learned to live the way we were meant.
They told him again and again and again,
That you’re losing your mind; you should stick to your meds,
And all the anger and the pain will disappear.
But the mind-numbing drugs of the pharmaceutical mob,
Put a mask on his mind, and a block on his thoughts,
And every beat from his heart became a chore.
A sedation so deep from the midbrain to pons,
stuck paralyzed between the dream and the morn’
til the pills got lodged in the bend of the bathroom sink.
Then there it was, a moment of clarity,
The clouds passed over, left a moment of sanity,
it left an empty void to be filled, a darkness so it deep that it was forged to kill.
He’s come so far, and it took so long.
But then he threw it out the door.
There’s not a lot of room to fall
When you‘re already on the floor.
Well now he’s coming down fast and he’s out of control.
He’s losing himself he’s got nowhere to go.
With nowhere to turn and bridges to burn,
he’s out in the rain when this ship overturns.
And he’s taking a seat at the old townie bar
And drowning his thoughts of the old yellow jar.
When you can’t feel better from what they prescribe
Its time to man up or roll over and die.
He’s broke free of his emotions he’s broke free
And all the anger and the pain has disappeared.
He’s got nothing left to live for but he doesn’t really care,
He’s been empty all these years.
He is breakin out from the way that he’s been living
And he’s only been thinkin bout today.
There’s so much more that’s left to see and left to do,
Now he’s never looking back on yesterday.
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What the hell have you been doin, I haven’t seen you in a year.
We were never really that close, I can say my conscience clear.
Never gave a shit about you, what’s been killing you my dear.
I’ve been sitting here for so long, seconds since you’ve left the room.
I’ve been sitting writing lyrics, things I’d never say to you.
It’s like you’re trapped out on an island, what the fucks been killin you?
I’ve been losing all my patience, I’ve been losing all my friends.
I’ve been losing all my confidence, self-hatred this still stands.
Determination’s barely there, a sympathy is gone.
I know that if I see you again, the timing won’t be right.
I know you all your little secrets; I know it’s not worth the fight.
Your arrogance is clearly there I can see it in your smile.
And this bottle of Bowmore turns out to be,
A much better friend than you ever will need.
Its intentions are clear, and its flavor is strong.
If I finish this I won’t see you tomorrow.
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I see you every morning standing on the corner as I drive away.
The smell of oak barrels and regrets wash across my old tired face.
And I know I’ll see you again soon in about 12 hours for the nights end.
Cuz you’re the best type of enemy. Your loss of control, you’re my best friend.
And we’ve got the world strung up by the balls.
And I don’t care if you stumble or you fall.
Cuz I’ve lot got convictions and you’ve got no class,
And all that you’re good for is a kick my ass.
I said man, take it easy on me.
And I wake up Sunday morning with your best intentions pounding through my head.
12, 16, or 22oz: it never mattered not when you were there.
These empty glasses represent a lack of caution, a need for fun.
Cuz I know you never thought you owed an explanation to anyone.
And we’ve got the world strung up by the balls .
And I don’t care if you stumble or you fall.
Cuz your one book of matches, I’m one powder keg.
When I take you out drinking you take out my legs.
I said man, take it easy on me.
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Emergency Exit Boston, Massachusetts
From Scituate Massachusetts, Emergency Exit is a band that has endured through labor of love since 2003. Founded by three teenage friends playing punk covers, Emergency Exit has evolved into a mature rock outfit that’s released several albums and played shows across New England. Recording and producing its own records, the band’s foundation is rooted in DYI mentality that has shapes their music. ... more
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