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Kill It With Fire
03:12
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Wake up,
Cause I need to forget,
And I don’t think it’s your concern,
Get out,
Cause I lit the cassette,
Just to watch it burn
30 minutes let me share my insides,
No limits, as we watch them collide.
I don’t think I’m ready,
But at least I got money for the cab ride
And the end of the world, together.
Let’s burn it down,
Delete and start again,
We’ll watch it drown.
Back to the start,
Cause I need to reset,
And I don’t think I’ll ever learn
To not fall apart,
I don’t need the remorse,
Just to watch me burn.
A cold killer, raize it down to the floor,
Cause I fell in love with the misery next door,
I think I’m ready,
So keep the energy up for the encore
And the end of the world together,
Approach with poise and measure,
And singular obsession.
Let’s burn it down,
Delete and start again,
We’ll watch it drown.
Let’s burn it down,
Repeat and start again,
We’ll watch it drown.
My eyes are blind to the stars,
Rip the heavens down go back to the start,
And burn this story down,
We’ll turn this round.
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2. |
Zero-Sums Game
03:07
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I quit drinking to try drowning instead,
I run to the murder, and the smiles that I bled,
Come out swinging, I never connect,
I’m self-medicated by a major neglect.
But in the meantime, I straighten my tie,
Laughing as I’m dusting the scene of the crime,
I can’t find anything to pacify.
This could be heaven.
Burning my signal, tune in to the smoke,
Consuming the days and setting fire to my hope.
Too many bullets, I’m losing my grip,
I aim for the head, but I shoot blanks from the hip.
But I swear it’s the last time.
This could be heaven, but there is hell to pay today.
This could be heaven, but they’ll be hell to pay someday.
Drink up with all the thoughts you can eat,
Before I beat my retreat for the last time,
And I swear I think I've nailed the conceit,
I never aim to concede, only sometimes.
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3. |
Am Hell
03:45
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Breathing in heavy silence,
Carrying all the violence,
That gets us through the day,
Singing songs that I obey.
Following all the sirens,
With little to no defiance,
And this is how I’m made,
A little paranoia and a little decay.
Maybe we coulda tried our hardest,
Instead of picking through the turned up carcass,
Spare her, kill me instead,
My past, present and future regrets.
What if I ignored the whispers?
Dripping through another smashed transistor
Spare her, kill me instead.
You and me till the end of the stars,
Singing out as we dance on our broken hearts,
“Pick me up cause I never could,
Breaking down never felt so good.”
Eat, live, laugh, pray you’re not insane,
If your life doesn’t fit the profile,
How you gonna prove that you’re worthwhile?
Call me what you will, no complaints,
You’re on the edge and I’m in the middle,
To tell the truth I may have lied a little,
Maybe we coulda tried our hardest.
You and me, what do you say?
Screaming out cause we couldn’t find another way.
“Pick me up cause I never could,
Breaking down never felt so good.”
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She lights another cigarette,
Counts all the lines that she’ll reject,
She whispers “I won’t drown for this.
And I hope it’s worth it.”
Step back cause my heart won’t breathe, and I need to clear the air,
Tell me there’s a future where I’m here and you’re still there,
Keep track, cause the pain won’t ease, and the oxygen is thin,
Maybe starting fires is where the entropy begins,
The ends near and it’s getting closer,
Before we settle I need some closure,
The jokes lost cause we’re out of sync,
But we make a fetching drama, don’t you think?
Can we cut, try starting over,
You mind’s far and I need you closer,
The last act, and it shouldn’t end black,
Like a cheap Sopranos ending cut to--
Delete the scene and rewind,
I’ll get the words right I promise this time,
She lights another cigarette,
Counts all the lines that she’ll reject,
She whispers “I won’t drown for this
and I hope it’s worth it.”
I can’t list all the things I did wrong,
I can’t listen to Spanish Love Songs,
The plots dead from start to fin,
But it made compelling tragedy within.
Can we cut, we’re losing light now,
We got what we needed somehow,
The ends rushed I will admit,
But everything in time will turn to–
Protect the star and rewind,
I promise that I’ll try harder this time
Maybe I should be more, because I couldn’t be less,
You’re a Bergman at least, and I’m a Sandler at best,
Maybe there’s a new cut, and we don’t die in the end,
No worries, no grief, and no regrets.
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5. |
Signal Lost
03:23
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I wanna wake up and love what’s in my skin,
I want the safety without all the break ins,
The water’s good, but I’m always drowning.
I.
I’m drunk on life, but I’m high on my work time,
My copy’s good if you skim past the headlines,
I share my joy but this grave here is all mine.
I.
I woke up, but all I hear is the screaming,
You don’t sleep, when all you do is dreaming.
I’ll let go, I’ll let go,
At least I’ll try.
Maybe I’m too much
I’m out of hope and I’m out of touch,
I wanna pretend I’m happy, like I’m happy.
You can’t be cured when you don’t have the sickness,
I’m good with words when they don’t come out twisted,
I’m just a mark on the boots of the wicked
I.
Come on in, you’re just in time for the liveshow,
This is hell, and I got tickets for the front row,
I’ll let go, I’ll let go.
Maybe I’m too much
I’m out of hope and I’m out of touch,
I wanna pretend I’m happy, like I’m happy.
I don’t care enough
I’m out of hope and I’m out of touch,
I wanna pretend I’m happy, like I’m happy.
And I’ve got some bad ideas,
When they all come out in force,
You shouldn’t stick around for it,
Cause what comes next is worse.
Cause I don’t care enough
I’m out of hope and I’m out of touch,
I wanna pretend I’m happy, like I’m happy.
Maybe I’m too much,
We’re out of hope and we’re out of touch,
Let’s pretend we’re happy, like we’re happy.
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6. |
Fight Scene
03:32
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“Fly my tears,” was all the courage said,
As the knuckles on the hand painted everything red.
Put the gun down. Three years of war.
I don’t think I can take it for another three more.
You got your outlook upside down,
Picking up fists and getting off with a beatdown,
Time to eat dirt, And deliver the prayer of the introvert,
“Dear God..
Tie me to the railway track,
Make my day,
Turn my heart into something black,
Cause I’m born the wrong way.
Tie me to the railway track,
Cause I never could,
Between the blood and the panic attacks,
I never thought that I’d be good.
“Simmer down fresher are you looking at me?
Let’s not make this any harder than it really should be.”
Cause they know, they see the power man, they the fear
There’s no way they’re forgetting you this year.
You’re the king of the battle scene,
The last true hero of the action big screen,
Time to eat shit, And deliver the prayer of the pacifist,
“Dear God.. are you listening?..
I’ve got no voice but I crave the control,
I found my strength, but I buried it all,
Give scars and they make you,
Give a little bit of love and take two,
You got big plans,
But you’re always gonna see,
There’s always gonna be a bigger fall.
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Good morning to you, or is it good afternoon?
It had promised to be such a fine day, before armageddon spoke too soon.
10,000 streetlights down and somehow it’s still dark,
I turn the engine over but the heart won’t even start.
Well, goodbye to you
I guess till next time,
You get what you deserve,
This mess is all mine.
One song put a hole right through me,
Two more it’ll knock me out,
I pray to the wise and the wicked, take me home, we can work this out.
Halfway home, is still halfway gone.
And I don’t know if I can deal, or figure out how this went wrong.
10,000 smiles and a kiss, for every mile that I miss,
I can’t repair what I’ve done, but I sure as hell remember this.
Well, good luck to me,
I guess till next time,
I count the minutes
And the passing whitelines.
Open the cut, bleed the wound,
With normal service resumed,
I don’t wanna be here anymore,
And I want nothing else.
I breed a self-made contempt,
For all the towns that I’ve spent,
Loading up on cold regret.
One bullet put a hole right through me,
Two more it’ll knock me out,
I pray to the wise and the wicked, take me home.
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8. |
105.9 Self-Pity FM
03:22
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Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
You’ve not spoken in years so I think you agree,
No censor, no edits
And it’s making me sick,
This is murder not therapy.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Please tell me if you know,
Because I’m listening to my self-esteem
But I’m picking up static not songs, on the radio
Am I talking to you?
Are you done with the script?
There’s a couple hundred faults I didn’t have time to fix.
I’m riddled with typos,
I can’t help but share,
And it’s making them stick.
Another broken clock,
An alarm didn’t stop,
I’ll ask heaven for answers if I make the cut,
I never intended
To make you concerned,
I needed to wake up.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Please tell me if you know,
Because I’m listening to my self-esteem
But I’m picking up static not songs,
I’m picking up static not songs on the radio
You’re weak and you lack potential
Trying to hold on
But we think you’re something special
Trying to hold on
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Dear future selves, I got a message for you,
Forget the stitches cause the damage is fading.
You got the present and you still got nothing to prove,
Open the love and try to let it find a way in.
Dear past me, thank you for the interlude,
You got the present but we’ve got the control,
We don’t like your face, and we hate your fucking attitude
Why don't you cry and go and write a song alone?
Yours, sincerely, fuck you.
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10. |
Lefina
06:12
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You say I’m distant and detached,
The truth is it’s barely a scratch,
With a life on repeat,
Skip through the highlights, cause I’m just an addict for this.
You say it eats me at the source,
I laugh and say that it’s scarcely remorse,
We tried the factory preset,
But that’s not my remit, I’m too hard to fix.
Don’t wait till the countdown’s done,
Tie me up and hold me under till one,
When everything starts to fade, save me, save me
My puzzle pieces are mismatched,
Disordered and hardly intact,
And all the bent frayed edges,
Make this a picture I don’t think I’ll ever find out.
My eyes are open to the scars,
Join them up and they look like the stars,
They take me light years from here,
Fuel to go quicker - so I don’t burn-out.
Maybe it’s all there is,
Maybe I want everything to just fit,
Look at the mess I’ve made, save me, save me
My eyes are open to the scars,
Join them up and they look like the stars
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Lucias Malcolm England, UK
Lucias Malcolm is a punk multi-instrumentalist from Kent, UK. Over the last 4 years. Lucias gained prominence in the UK and US DIY music scenes as songwriter–in-chief for ska/punk band Call Me Malcolm, who “have been quietly making some of the most special, unique, ambitious music in the punk underground.” (Brooklyn Vegan) ... more
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