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Stardom
04:43
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I found myself in the midst of stardom
The lights so bright I'm blind
Cosmic arrest, gravity’s got ‘em
But all I have is time
Gravity has me in cosmic arrest
I plan now to amend the deepest of bends
Draw that undying mark, find where I can’t be
Fourth planet, our fellow Mars, sign where we can’t speak
Time has been spent
Stardom isn't here
Lost in a drift of our own
I found myself in the midst of stardom
The lights so bright I'm blind
Cosmic arrest, gravity’s got ‘em
But all I have is time
Break away
From what we call a rock
One big mistake
But life is all we got
Gravity has me in cosmic arrest
I plan now to amend the deepest of bends
Draw that undying mark, find where I can’t be
Fourth planet, our fellow Mars, sign where we can’t speak
Time has been spent
But stardom isn't here
Lost in a drift of our own
Time has been spent
But stardom isn't here
Lost in a drift of our own
Time has been spent
But stardom isn't here
Lost in a drift of our own
Space wasn't lost
But life, we had found
Turned from rock
Turned to salt, turned to bone
A void we forgot
That life, meant to heal
reminds us we can’t do this on our own
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Oblivion
04:04
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Well I didn't mean to be a killjoy
But your mind might break
I know you feel annoyed
I know you can’t help yourself
Well here are your problems
I don’t care if you feel well
I can’t believe you didn't see this through
Bad words we speak, I hope they get back to you
I hope you know you're on point break
I hope you know you’re in oblivion
I hope you know you’re on point break
I hope you know you’re in oblivion
Yet here you are
Do you think they would understand
When rights are wrongs
And lies now make amends
You didn't think you would break yourself
You created your own problems
You created your own hell
I can’t believe you didn't see this through
Bad words we speak, I hope they get back to you
I hope you know you're on point break
I hope you know you’re in oblivion
I hope you know you're on point break
I hope you know you’re in oblivion
Yet here you are
Forever fleeting
I can’t believe where you have been
Time spent dreaming
Time lost in limbo, abyss
I hope you can’t take what you stole
The more you laugh the less they joke
The less I see the less I know
Point break oblivion can’t take anymore
I hope you can’t take what you stole
The more you laugh the less they joke
The less I see the less I know
Point break oblivion, can’t take anymore
I hope you know you're on point break
I hope you know you're on point break
I hope you know you're on point break
I hope you know in oblivion
Yet here you are
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3. |
Stick'em
04:54
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No one ever gets
No one ever gets me
The problems in my head
No one understands me
She said the problems were my friends
She just never blamed me
She ran from me instead
And left me with no warning
They simply don’t understand
How hard it is to be like me
How hard it is to be myself
You know exactly what I mean
I hardly fall a fool
Lies don’t sit now well with me
If I can’t bet on myself
Then the problem isn’t me
If your heart’s set on making victims
You know you're subject to ‘em
If your wrong foot is gonna kick ‘em
Don’t place your bets against ‘em
If you're hell bent on trying to stick ‘em
Hope you got the guns to take ‘em
It’s hard to say that I can’t
Succumb to such misery
Black holes now of despair
Now gravity just hates me
I’m drawn to you like a moon
The sun has nothing on me
If I can’t help myself
Then the problem isn’t me
If your heart’s set on making victims
You know you're subject to ‘em
If your wrong foot is gonna kick ‘em
Don’t place your bets against ‘em
If you're hell bent on trying to stick ‘em
Hope you got the guns to take ‘em
No one ever gets
No one ever gets me
The problems in my head
No one understands me
She said the problems were my friends
She just never blamed me
She ran from me instead
And left me with no warning
If your wrong foot is gonna kick ‘em
Don’t place your bets against ‘em
If you're hell bent on trying to stick ‘em
Hope you got the guns to take ‘em
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4. |
Damn Their Souls
03:41
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So I’ve seen those troubled days
My days are up now, I’ve got to go
I’ve left, can’t be too sure
If I’ll come back now, my peace has been disturbed
I owe the wrong people
A bad amount of money
Oh damn their souls
I’ve burned too many bridges
My ground is sinking, I’m all alone
I’ve learned a heavy stone sinks
Too much hate brings a calloused heart
I owe the wrong people
A bad amount of money
Oh damn their souls
Giving up ain’t an option
No time to rest
Their bringing in the dogs
Now I’m running to the hills instead
They got me cornered
No time to explain
They got me on the chair now
They’re gonna fry my brain
I owe the wrong people
A bad amount of money
Oh damn their souls
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5. |
Men Like Me
04:28
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I couldn’t stop, nor was there a reason to leave
That pressure drop, couldn’t stop me
I just have no reason to be leaving
Nor will I be blind
If I leave it it’s treason, keep on breathing
My morning after bride
It seems there’s no place for men like me
When you have so much but it ain’t enough, when your souls been put on leave
I just have no reason to be leaving
Nor will I be blind
If I leave it it’s treason, keep on breathing
My morning after bride
It seems there’s no more deeds for men like me
Just full of greed, my soul’s been put on leave
Don’t lecture me, this pain
This pain is all I need
I couldn’t stop, nor was there a reason to leave
That pressure drop, couldn’t stop me
I just have no reason to be leaving
Nor will I be blind
If I leave it it’s treason, keep on breathing
My morning after bride
I will not…
It seems there’s no more deeds for men like me
Just full of greed, my soul’s been put on leave
Don’t lecture me, this pain
This pain is all I need
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6. |
Billy Clitstal
04:30
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I hold this drink in hand
To remind me to forget to remind me
Of all my time spent wasted
In self-deprecation of every gland
Yet still I know I’m only a little man
Roaming these streets to find my home land
Whatever that might entail
A homeless so lonely yet native everywhere
I pour this drink and pour slowly
Because I bought enough for two of me
To soak myself in my own grief
And another to soak in my own self pity
Yet still I know I'm only a grain of sand
Held together by a tiny span
Of time, light, and emotion
A homeless so lonely yet native everywhere
..............
Drunk in an hour glass
To many hours passed
Passed out in a trunk, drunk mass
Does anyone have a place to stay
I need a pad to lay away
These confines
Rock the wrong way
Boat’s moving too fast
Sure this wont last
Sick to my stomach
About to pass
But don’t worry
You’ll find me in the underpass
You’ll find me in the underpass
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7. |
Sid Free
03:27
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His name was Sid
Had many friends and family
But most significantly, they were his enemies
Gave much support through poverty
As if this was the key to be loved and happy
Was not in his vocabulary
He sought to be free in this world of tragedy
Began to implement itself
Into his life onto his shelf
Oh Sid Free!
Sid Free (set free)
All that they tell you to be (set free)
All that they tell you to believe
What you need to live happily
Sid Free, set free
Intelligence is what set him back
Absolutely not the lack of introspective thought
Infested his vulnerable mind
There was a sign of self-destruction
So one evening he found a dirty rope
Among his father’s tools, within a dirty crate
Inside of the garage, hang the rope right there, set the crate right there
And kick the crate across the room!
Sid Free (set free)
All that they tell you to be (set free)
All that they tell you to believe
What you need to live happily
Sid Free, set free
His name was Sid
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8. |
Better Days
04:25
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Ambitions all have gone to waste
Those two again without a trace
A stench of stoges and a minor pot
Used to our ways, we’ve had better days
Where do we go from here
From simple joy and this sticky chair
A couple of words and a provocative thought
Bored of our ways, we’ve had better days
Every day is just full of shit
Everyday is just more bullshit
Sick of our ways, we’ve had better days
Sick of our ways, we’ve had better days
So we drank till the sun would rise
Whisperin’ sweet nothings no more the wise
Holes in our ears waiting for demise
We had nothing to do so we had to, so we had to excise
So we drank till the sun would rise
Whisperin’ sweet nothings no more the wise
Holes in our ears waiting for demise
We had nothing to do so we had to excise
So we drank!
Used to our ways
(We’ve had better days)
Used to our ways
Bored of our ways
(We’ve had better days)
Bored of our ways
Sick of our ways
(We’ve had better days)
Sick of our ways
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Snake the Deck Altadena, California
Snake the Deck (STD) is a five-piece folk/punk/ska band based in Altadena, CA. Originally intended to be a two-piece
acoustic group, STD has evolved into a fully stocked, amplified group of old white men screaming at your face.
Present Day STD:
Jon Moreno - Lead Vocals
Galvin Chapman - Guitar/Yelps
Patrick Leehy - Sax/Vocals/Percussion
Jimmy Bruen - Bass/Yelps
Alex Matei - Drums/Vocals
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