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I
01:18
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Kool Kid
02:52
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Every night theres a party in my room
But I never invite anybody to come through
I just sit by my lonesome and chug away the time
'Til I can't see straight, and the bottle is bone dry
When I was young it came so easy
I would go outside and shoot the breeze
With all of the sometime friends I saw around
Now I'm just another creeper trying to get found
Won't you give me a chance?
Weirdos need loving too
I may not know how to dance
But baby I would love to play your fool
Time and time again I start off with the wrong words
And end where I begin so my heart remains unheard
And it bursts in its drunkenness and laughs away the time
’Til I crawl beneath my sheets and let the baby cry
When we were young it all made sense
Our dumb little love was free from all pretense
But then we got older and it all went to shit
Now I'm just another creeper but I'll never admit it
So won't you give me a sign?
The freaks need loving too
I'll keep pretending that I'm fine
But I know I'll never be as cool as you
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3. |
Poor Man's Lullaby
04:08
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This is a perverse state we are in my friends
This life of ours concedes no ends, except the last one
And we scramble towards the finish line, only to find
That it was all a waste of time
But in the meantime we will carve the world into a mess
And sell the pieces by the pound so we can buy our dolls
And stick needles in their senseless eyes
Only to find that they could see the whole damned time.
So what do we tell the little ones
When they ask us how to behave?
Do we lie and lie some more
Or de we tell them that we are depraved?
With a fool's face strapped tight against my troubled head
I will just dance each night away
And I'll never let myself be taken by the awful truth
That no good could ever come from you
But I suppose it ain't so sad
The earth don't feel a thing
She just laughs as we try to sing
And when we go to sleep our demons will be dead at sea
And what little pain was felt will cease to be
So what do we tell the little ones
When they ask us how to behave?
Yes we lie and we lie some more
And we tell them to run off and play.
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4. |
Bad Dreams
03:34
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Bad dreams have been floating through my cranium
But I can't seem to pinch myself free from the weight of them
And every day I find another iteration of you
Dancing in my periphery to an unfamiliar tune
Who would have guessed
That forgetting would be so hard?
Just when I thought I had let you slip away
You pull me back into the dark
So follow me sleep walkers
And I will lead you to the bed
So you can wake up from your nightmare
And kick all of the ghosts out of your head
Bad light has been flickering through my window
But I can't seem to pinpoint the source
The whole world's aglow with radioactive creatures
Each clawing towards the grave
Lusting after avatars that live inside of their brains
So honey let down the curtains
The sight of you is making me sick
I wanna drift on out of here
Before the succubus can stick
So follow me sleep walkers
And I will lead you to the bed
So you can wake up from your nightmare
And kick all of the ghosts out of your head
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5. |
Big Baby
02:47
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You and I come together like the magnets on Thomas and his followers
You and I come apart like the magnets that come apart
And you are the clock that rocks me to sleep
Even though I'M NOT TIRED
And even after you've promised me pancakes
I retain the patience of a child
I am waiting for my next birthday
I'm bored to tears with all of my play things
I'm having a party, and you're invited
Just don't be lame, and don't be retarded
Cuz I'm a big old baby baby
All I want is a one way love
And the only thing that really drives me crazy
Is when you tell me NO
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6. |
One Man Shit Show
02:44
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Hey you sitting there at the bar
I couldn't help but notice you look a little messed up
Are you feeling ok? I know it gets so boring
Just raging and roaring every goddamn night
But you've got nothing else to do
And this is where the trendy kids usually bring their crews
I just hope that you know
It'll all be better in the morning
But for now you're gonna wallow
In this dark dank room
Hey you standing way in the back
Can I get your digits? I swear I'm hotter than I look
Yea lemme tell you I'm burning with the stupidest fire
I throw myself on the pyre every goddamn night
Cuz I've got nothing else to do
I just wanna have a good time so homie tell me whats new
And god I hope it'll all be better in the morning
But for now I'm gonna wallow in this dark dank room
I'm the best at missing shots
Yea there's no denying
I've put up more bricks than Kobe Bryant
But 'til the end of my days I'll keep on trying
So gather round everybody for the one man shit show
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7. |
Skin Deep Eternity
03:56
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I'm opening all the doors I find
And finding nothing but never getting bored
Of this game I've been playing for too long
Getting tunnel vision and going home alone
I'm good for something and that's botching the job
I'm the cheapest surgeon on the block
I never sew my patience up
And I rip away at every living thing I find
Until they don't look so pretty anymore
And I still don't know what I'm looking for
Just need to dig a little deeper
But every gold thing fades once you hold it in your hands
You'll soon get over it
And move along to another white love
That you'll quickly paint black
Yea you're a sucker for the new video games
You buy all the expansion packs
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8. |
Messy
04:23
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Honey I'm a mess of a man
Every night I unwind with a bottle in my hand
And when I reach the bottom I just wallow in my shit
And pretend that all the thinking will amend my sad predicament
How are we supposed to do this
How are we supposed to do this
Honey I would love you if I only knew how
I'm a craven little lover getting hurt just ain't allowed
So I bottle up my heart and watch it bounce against the glass
Until it can't and so it spills the blood it should have spent on you
How are we supposed to do this
How are we supposed to do this
When it hurts so bad
And I can't even speak without regretting what I've said
I've torn up my brain looking for an answer but I swear
It isn't there it isn't there
It isn't anywhere
Honey I have got some pretty big plans
That'll shake the sterile present out of its immobile trance
But once I get to thinking nothing ever seems to move
And those plans turn into sunken ships far too soon
How are we supposed to do this for so long
How are we supposed to do this for so long
Honey I am scared to death of death and death alone
Every day is just another step closer to my stone
And every time I wake up with a pain not felt before
My fatal rumination is confirmed oh yes
We're going over board
How are we supposed to do this for so long
How are we supposed to do this for so long
When it hurts so bad
And I can't even speak without regretting what I've said
I've torn up brain looking for the answer but I swear
It isn't there it isn't there
It isn't anywhere
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9. |
Blind Romeo
02:52
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You waited too long and now there she goes
The timing was just right but how could you know?
Your sight is compromised by the smoke stained air
And everywhere you look you see another one who doesn't care
Yea in your mind everybody is a player
But I swear it ain't so
We are all pretending we ain't scared
You waited too long and now this place is closed
The timing was just right but you really blow
At making any kind of natural move
You're always anticipating the next thing you should do
Just settle down you dummy and try to be cool
The story isn't over
It's only waiting for you
You waited too long, and now there he goes
The timing was just right
But you'll never know
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10. |
Impersonal Jesus
05:16
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Lately I've taken to talking to myself
It's like nobody but me really gets what I'm about
So I preach to the proper choir and shut the blasphemers out
My salvation lies in a self love that's devout
That's free of any creeping doubt
That I'm the best
False gods be damned
You can go to hell if you don't like my band
I'm cooler than a cucumber
I'm gonna make you all believers
In the Church of Me
And I'm gonna save all of the dreamers
From their solo acts of agony
Lately I've been taking way too many selfies
Poor little Xander don't you know that isn't healthy?
But the sight of my own face makes me feel all warm inside
Mama always told me I was handsome
And boy she wasn't lying
I guess the nerd turned out pretty fine
Yea I'm the best
False gods be damned
You can fuck off if you don't like my band
I'm prettier than a peach
I swear I'm good enough to eat
Yea I get chewed up everyday
And still I worship at the altar
I'm the biggest believer in the Church of Me
Oh no
There it is
The doubt is creeping back in
Why are they laughing Xander?
Is it something you said?
Fear not self-conscious God
Your prophet talks a good game
Yours is the holiest song
And I will sing it 'til judgment day
Yes I will sing it 'til judgment day
Yea I'll be singing till judgment day
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11. |
Dancing on the Dead
03:38
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I was heading home
When I heard the news
That they'd killed the bad man
Who'd torn the world in two
We were storming the white house
And painting it red
In our true tradition
Of dancing on the dead
I still remember it made so much sense
That our common hatred was our common defense
And that the wound those towers tore when they fell
Could only heal once we had given him hell
We had started a war
On a tactic
Which would ensure
That it wouldn't be too quick
It was the culmination
Of a hundred years
Of bloody nations
Glutting on our fear
And so we dirtied up the rest of the world
And framed ourselves as the sole citadel
And by the gravity of our malevolence
Remained united against the rest
Now here we are
Just chugging along
Into the horror
Of another red dawn
I can hear them now
And they're calling for new blood
It's the eternal saber
And it'll rattle on and on
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12. |
XII
01:37
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Xander Whistler Los Angeles, California
Xander Whistler is an LA based singer-songwriter and producer.
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