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You'll get a fist to the jaw if you don't play it cool
You're a teenage slut and I'm a Catholic school
I've seen what you can do, so don't believe the hype
I can B negative, because that's my blood type
I'm tiger and you're prey
I'll never go away
Look in the mirror and say
I guess I am your own worst critic
Don't want to live in your head because I hate it here
Although you keep my fed with cigarettes and beer
Split personality, at least I pull my weight
A hatchet to our skull, maybe we'll bifurcate
I'm tiger and you're prey
I'll never go away
Look in the mirror and say
I guess I am your own worst critic
Where would you be?
Without me?
Where would you be?
Without me?
Where would you be?
Without me?
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2. |
Erase Me
02:06
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I never learned
To love something ironically
Had to wait my turn
To get the teeth knocked out of me
My black hole heart
I can't escape its gravity
I think I'll be this way
Forever
Like 70's ashtrays
And sweaters
And names carved maladroitly in a tree
I want to erase me
What broke my stride
Was tripping at the starting gun
When you were mine
A strike-out was a hole-in-one
Oh no, my metaphors!
I've twisted up my brain and tongue!
I think I'll be this way
Forever
Like 70's ashtrays
And sweaters
And names carved maladroitly in a tree
I want to erase me
I never let it go
You never let it go
We never let it go
I think I'll be this way
Forever
Like 70's ashtrays
And sweaters
And names carved maladroitly in a tree
I want to erase me
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3. |
Cigarette Butt Beach
02:52
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The first step to success
Is find the fountain of youth
And drown in it fast
Before they get the proof
And Pitchfork degrades your 10
In hindsight, 4.2
They say money can't buy you love
But love can't buy you anything
Check the lump of coal
It was the diamond in your wedding ring
Life is a 2D scroller
Next level you're 10 years older
With no health and boss attacks
The game won't go back
When I was 17
I dreamt that Sub Pop would rescue me
Together we would sing
Away my desert mediocrity
Elliott Smith's ghost
Can't afford the rent on the West Coast
Elliott Smith's ghost
Can't afford the rent on the West Coast
And nostalgia gets fat
Just like it always will
It's moving in for the kill
It ain't gemstones that sparkle
On Cigarette Butt Beach
No, it's syringes and glass
And love out of reach
And Pitchfork declares that your favorite
Artist is obsolete
It gets dark before it gets pitch black
But black ain't sold since Metallica
And Hetfield is still on the fourth step
That's the only reason he's calling ya
Life is a 2D scroller
Next level you're 30 years older
With one quarter left in your stack
The game won't go back
When I was 25
The last angry punk rock dude died
We held our speakers high
And wondered who got the T-shirt rights
Elliott Smith's ghost
Can't afford the rent on the West Coast
Elliott Smith's ghost
Can't afford the rent on the West Coast
And nostalgia gets fat
Just like it always will
Because you're buying it still
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4. |
Say Anything
03:28
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I'm a pigeon on a leash now baby
I'm a broken light bulb head
A swarm of bees and bad memories
You're an art school drop-out kid
Just let go
Don't hold on
Everything's already
Come and gone
Anything you
Say
OK
Alright
Whatever you
Want
OK
Alright
No death or glory here after all
Don't be stupid kid, get it through your skull
Love is strychnine in your morning coffee
Love's a submarine screen door
Love is breaking every bone in your body after falling from the 13th floor
Just let go
Don't hold on
Everything's already
Come and gone
Anything you
Say
OK
Alright
Whatever you
Want
OK
Alright
No death or glory here after all
Don't be stupid kid, get it through your skull
Anything you say
OK
OK
OK
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5. |
Death of an Actor
02:21
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Snakes and ladders
Been bitten from the start
See your self-image shatter
Now everything is dark
Punching your demons
Only sucks when they punch back
Riding the big wave
Of anxiety attacks
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'll drink enough poison for the both of us
Watch this house of cards as it starts to fall
Nation in a coma, was it all along?
I feel just like I'm living in a Springsteen song
We don't want the world; we just want it all
Death of an actor
I heard it on the radio
The contributing factors
Were all things I've heard before
Punching your demons
Only sucks when they punch back
Riding the big wave
Of anxiety attacks
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'll drink enough poison for the both of us
Watch this house of cards as it starts to fall
Nation in a coma, was it all along?
I feel just like I'm living in a Springsteen song
We don't want the world; we just want it all
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6. |
I Was a Teenage Teenager
04:15
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Born with these horns
My crown of thorns
Came up with comebacks too slow
Forever freshman year
Blood-dripping ear
Feel just like Vincent Van Gogh
All eyes, all eyes, all eyes
On me
They see, they see, they see
The freak
Do I wear the mask or is it
Wearing me?
I was a teenage teenager
Drive-in double creature feature
Of the week
Falling in love
I always do it
Awkwardly
In these shadows
With my secondhand clothes
I'll take the bus home tonight
Your number's on my wall
I'll never text or call
But what I wouldn't give for a bite
All eyes, all eyes, all eyes
On me
They see, they see, they see
The freak
Do I wear the mask or is it
Wearing me?
I was a teenage teenager
Drive-in double creature feature
Of the week
Falling in love
I always do it
Awkwardly
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Five piece sludge pop band from Phoenix, Arizona formed through Tinder and Craigslist. Joan of Arkansas is weird, loud, distorted, and lyrically driven. Bright pop dual vocals peeking through distorted sludgy guitar and bass, then topped off with manic drumming. Is it pop? Is it punk? Is it noise? That's for you to decide! ... more
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