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I'm wearing the shirt I've worn for three days before
I haven't bathed for twice as long.
I don't play guitar that well.
And when I sing it sounds like hell.
And I'm scared to be on stage.
Spend the damn whole show looking at my feet.
And you might well be wondering,
what the hell this kid thinks he's doing.
I just want to write stupid songs
so all my friends can sing along
I don't care if no one comes,
cause if we're all there then that’s enough
Drive for miles to fill this basement
with blood and sweat and tears and raise our voices,
sing on the chorus, and drown out my guitar
and make me feel alive
Cause that would be my dream
But its never going to happen
Because I don't have any friends
And nobody listens to my band
I guess that’s how it goes when you chase your dreams
*some whoas*
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2. |
Nowhere To Call Home
03:11
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burnt out basement broke down stage
I wouldn't have it any other way
I'll make my life here on your floor
Its my choice but I've got no where else to go
Anyone who tells you can't run from your problems
Obviously isn't trying hard enough
my car's got half a tank and I've got 10 bucks in my pocket
i'll be gone gone before you know my name
I just want to drive as fast as we're playing
I just want to sing as loud as the engine going 85
I just want to be somewhere else by morning
I just want to live this life for one more day
I wish I knew what I was still running from
the shadows of my past still haunt my dreams
I spent so long feeling like no one
It felt like no one was all id ever be.
There are days where the demons catch up with me,
and they take me for all that I have
I've got no choice but getting on the road again
I will learn to carry all my friends on my back
I just want to drive as fast as we're playing
I just want to sing as loud as the engine going 85
I just want to be somewhere else by morning
I just want to live this life for one more day
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3. |
Basement Anthem
02:56
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When I was young, and I was dumb,
Everyone told me I'd have to get a job.
I'm still doing my very best to prove those people wrong.
But its not always that easy
But the fire in my heart won't keep me warm at night
when its -13 below.
So I take the check and close my eyes
and think back to the better times
Pick slides and power chords,
Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer,
these are our best years.
Pick slides and power chords,
Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer,
these are our best years.
They make pills for people who are this angry.
And maybe I'd try them pop a few just like candy,
but that would require insurance, and a doctor.
So until the day that those are free,
there is only one cure for me.
A dirty basement, full of pissed off kids
who won't judge me for being what I am
Because what I am is angry, and hungry,
and lonely and nervous, but not tonight, tonight I feel great
Pick slides and power chords,
Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer,
these are our best years.
Pick slides and power chords,
Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer,
these are our best years.
Every band that I love quit the scene years ago,
but the songs just aren't important
We just need some place to go,
where the people won't hate us for being unhappy
Turn up the volume and make sure the world knows.
Break all the windows, and get the cops called again
those are just the symptoms of our generations cancer
These songs are the radiation that we'll pay for later
but for tonight this is the place that can make me feel better
Pick slides and power chords,
Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer,
these are our best years.
Pick slides and power chords,
Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer,
these are our best years.
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Memories & Melodies
01:49
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I swim in a sea of aborted melodies
I live in a grave with the bones of the deceased
In a crypt full of secrets and words no one wrote down
in this house full of songs that will never be sung
Lets sing the praises of the dead
The songs we've forgotten but will never forget
Lets raise a glass to those empty melodies
That meant so much to you and me when we were just kids
This is a song for all the broken verses,
All the choruses sung once and then forgotten
All the songs lost on the way to fame,
All the memories that just faded away,
Lets sing the praises of the dead
the songs we've forgotten but will never forget
lets raise a glass to those empty melodies
that meant so much to you and me when we were just kids
we're just the sum of our broken parts,
the songs long forgotten still live in our hearts
they made us grow wild and made us grow angry
and a punk rock song won't change the world
but it sure as hell changed me
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Beautiful Trainwreck
02:00
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You've got dirt under your fingernails
and holes in your shoes,
so do I, so do I, they're just like mine
your hair is wild and tangled
and your makeups running down,
down your eyes, buy you don't cry
I can practically see, the road on your sleeve,
beautiful train wreck where've you been or where will you take me.
I see into your soul
your heart burns like a furnace
why don't you burn me, burn me
I see in your eyes that one day you will be mine,
all mine, aaall mine.
I can practically see, the road on your sleeve,
beautiful trainwreck where've you been, or where will you take me.
I step onto the stage and strike my first chord
but it was too late you were gone never to return
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6. |
Oh Paladin
03:08
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Paladin oh paladin lay down your sword
and let your shield fall.
Paladin oh paladin the war you have fought,
was never a one at all.
You turned away the woman you swore to love,
because she shared her love with someone else.
You've carried a hole on your heart just for her,
its time for you to forgive and forget.
I can't absolve you of your sins,
but I don't; think anybody should.
I won't make you a better man but
I can catch you when you fall
You ran away from the oldest friend you had,
because when times got hard he turned to dealing crack.
You told him you didn't want that shit around,
but the truth is you were just a scared kid
I can't absolve you of your sins,
but I don't; think anybody should.
I won't make you a better man but
I can catch you when you fall
The day you turn your back on the gods that you have served
will be the first one that your heart can beat for itself.
And you will see the colors that live between white and black
and you can learn to love the beauties of our flaws.
And on that day Your heart of Steel can turn to gold
And the things you hated you can finally let go
The respect you demand it all along it's time for you to earn
You can finally be the man you thought you were all along
I can't absolve you of your sins,
but I don't; think anybody should.
I won't make you a better man
but I can catch you when you fall.
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7. |
Dirt Floor
04:19
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I buried my dreams
in the basement with the magazines I left when I left home.
and I used to spend my days, ten thousand miles away,
pretending to be someone better than I could ever be.
And in these games we used to play
the world was always so simple and I could make a difference
So when you ask what I wanted to be when I grow up,
the answers very clear, I always wanted to be him.
I wanted to be the hero, I wanted to change the world,
I wanted to be someone, I wanted to get the girl.
I wanted to be the hero, I wanted to change the world,
I wanted to be someone, but that’s not how it works
*SOLO PART OMG*
I left my heart down there in the dark
with all the bones of everything I've ever known
I'm standing in this basement
where my first band used to practice
we never played a show no one even knows
we were going to be the loudest,
we were going to play so god damn fast,
everyone was going to love us but it just didn't last
I wanted to be the hero, I wanted to change the world,
I wanted to be someone, I wanted to get the girl.
I wanted to be the hero, I wanted to change the world,
I wanted to be someone, but that’s not how it works
Theres still time to crawl back home
and lick my wounds, live in my old room.
head down to the basement, steel my nerves,
dig into the soil, find all the bones.
find the man I buried when i was just a boy,
make that person me, make that person me
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Johnny Dissent Wisconsin
Johnny Dissent wrote one good song six years ago and hasn't shut up about it since.
Dissent [Dih-sent] - to differ in sentiment or opinion, especially from the majority; withhold assent; disagree.
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