I didn't call yesterday's album "The best album ever written" because in my own little world, this is it. I don't really know what to say about it besides it's in this little special place nestled between screamo and post hardcore, and that, seriously, it's the best album ever written. My basement is flooded and I'm tired and won't feel like updating this tomorrow so I'm sorry if this feels half assed or shoving down your throat, but the best I can do right now is try to back up the lyrics thing, so bare with me as I get my mind off of the water filling my life. I'm going to post a couple songs of the raddest shit ever. And yes I just made up "raddest".High As A Horse
If we give the horses blinders they won't see the approaching ledge
Too much time and effort spent on just another bridge
We trust the local doctor, we trust the medicine
Our child gets a scratch we get our child a brand new head
We eat what's on our plate, we drink what's in our cup
We like the shiny T.V. screen, it spits we lap it up
And so they push this product, and they know we'll buy it
They sing a song, we hum along
We sing, but we don't understand the words to the song
And they fill our heads with sugar coated shit
'Cause there's no need to talk when we have medicine
There's a pill for every fucked up thought
And a cure for every fucked up child
When the mind starts running be sure it won't cross the finish line
And if it wanders bring it back and cage it for some time
And if it stretches it will only one day rip
To prevent excessive thought
Just keep it up on the shelf
And when the shelves are full
And supplies are short, and quickly running out
You've got a thousand mindless zombies
And terrified horses on your hands
It was a damn good plan
It was a damn good plan
A Brief Tutorial In Bachanalia
Hey man, heard you're a real clean shot
When I got a couple drinks in me, and I got a couple drinks in me!
Hey man, heard you get the job done
When I got a couple drinks in me, I'm known to practice apathy!
When you see me stagger
Know I'm being antagonized by what you can't hear
And just moving with the current
Current state of self embalming
Where I don't involve myself with human affairs
Just leave me an address of where I live
I'll make it slow and painful
I don't ask for much
They will lead us out of town, straight out of town
We can dodge the freight cars, just passer-bys in the morning
A few bills, and the occasional, occasional, occasional human touch
I won't move if you won't move
Trade cigarettes for stories, you and I the Lords of the Rails
Straight out of town and that is why we follow the pennies lay for we have stories and smokes
Drink to take the edge off
I told you that I'd bring you my head
I told you I was better off dead
Have you heard the kind of shit that I've said?
'Cause I'm a mad, mad man... No, I'm not a mad man
I told you if you slipped me a drink
I told you not to speak when I'm thinking
I told you I was having a hard time sleeping
Yeah, I'm a sad, sad man
Yeah, I'm a real sad man!
There's empty bar stools to each of my sides
And empty glasses, so who the fuck's talking?
Just a lonely man with a death wish, and a head full of crossed wires
Making a deal with himself
He keeps talking
He keeps nodding
A sick son of a bitch
Will always end like this
Happy saturday everyone, have a good weekend.
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