1. |
Emergency!
02:54
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Been feeling kinda hopeless
Kinda hopin’ no one notices
Collecting all my memories
Of every time that I’ve been happy
And all I get are sad facsimiles
Copy and pasted with urgency
And it’s not hyperbole
To acknowledge this emergency
Been feeling real frustrated
With the situation I created
It’s difficult to look ahead
With this overwhelming sense of dread
And all I get are sad facsimiles
Copy and pasted with urgency
And it’s not hyperbole
To acknowledge this emergency
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2. |
Feral Brides
02:56
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Every cul de sac the same
Manufactured paradise
Melancholy in a picture frame
I’ve got a suburban vice
Have I lost my mind
Or am I bored with life
Houses built too closely
And they’re filled with feral brides
They’re filled with feral brides
And they curse this neighborhood
We hate it’s whole facade!
We’d leave here if we could.
Manicured and quiet
Sidewalk cracks in the night
Foundations set on sinkholes
To swallow up my time
Warm glows from empty windows
Cold glares from neighbor eyes
Feels like I’m meant to die here
Among the wine drunk feral brides
The wine drunk feral brides
They curse this neighborhood
We hate it’s whole facade!
We’d leave here if we could.
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3. |
Negative Machine
02:28
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Introspection switch is broken,
And we’re running low on karma tokens.
Since lately it just seems,
Our methods and our means,
Are indicators of our mental mode,
That consist of lines of corrupted code.
You only get out what you put in,
Corroded nodes and wire exposed,
Dysfunctional within,
Keep your circuitry clean
Or forever you'll be
A negative machine.
Empty the recycle bin,
Try switching it off and on again?
An electronic hell,
Disconnected from ourselves,
Breakers on our happiness,
Because we like our lives a fuckin' mess
You only get out what you put in,
Corroded nodes and wire exposed,
Dysfunctional within,
Keep your circuitry clean
Or forever you'll be
A negative machine.
ERROR ERROR SYSTEM FAILURE
Friends erased by your demeanor,
ERROR ERROR PLEASE RESTART,
Let’s tear this machine apart
You only get out what you put in,
Corroded nodes and wire exposed,
Dysfunctional within,
Keep your circuitry clean
Or forever you'll be
A negative machine.
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4. |
Therapist or Exorcist?
02:28
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I was fire and you were gasoline,
I was bootleg alcohol and you were methamphetamine,
You brought the worst out in me,
Made me doubt myself and slowly drained away my dopamine.
Spent a long time thinking I was done,
No more overdramatic, drunken antics from you or anyone,
Think about it every now and then,
Do I need a therapist or an exorcist to feel myself again?
You were fine and I was always wrecked,
Underestimated all your toxic, negative effects,
What the hell did I expect?
It was hard to find my voice with your hands around my neck.
Spent a long time thinking I was done,
No more overdramatic, drunken antics from you or anyone,
Think about it every now and then,
Do I need a therapist or an exorcist to feel myself again?
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5. |
Swim
03:33
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Dearly bereft
A note to myself
Set an alarm for my impending death
Tempest in mind
Returned in kind
Anything helps when you’re in a bind
Throw myself in the Gulf of Mexico
Let my lungs drink from the undertow
Throw myself in the Gulf of Mexico
I’d rather drown than be left here all alone.
This living hell
Repackaged it to sell,
No need to gamble when they all know your tell
Sunk inside,
Like hungry parasites,
We’ll die together and it’s purely out of spite.
Throw myself in the Gulf of Mexico
Let my lungs drink from the undertow
Throw myself in the Gulf of Mexico
I’d rather drown than be left here all alone.
Guess it makes sense
If we must coexist
Give me a signal if I seem a little tense
I’ll yawn and say,
It’s been a shitty day,
Time to go home and slowly decay.
Throw myself in the Gulf of Mexico
Let my lungs drink from the undertow
Throw myself in the Gulf of Mexico
I’d rather drown than be left here all alone.
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6. |
Drinkin' in a Ghost Town
02:51
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I was living in a ghost town
For so damn long
And every time I go back to those old familiar haunts
I hear their siren song
Everything is dead,
So let’s have another round,
Raise a toast to all the ghosts, and all the places that they float
All around this town
And if I’d never left this ghost town,
It might have been my end,
So happy that I ain’t, another restless haint, like so many of my friends.
I’ll have to dig myself a grave,
If I stay here for another day
Buried down beneath, my dirty bones and teeth,
Til the saints get called away!
Must be the whiskey or the beer,
Or all the dead folks still livin' here,
Happy that I left to avoid an early death,
For at least another year.
And if I’d never left this ghost town,
It might have been my end,
So happy that I ain’t, another restless haint, like so many of my friends.
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Arcane Arcade Tampa, Florida
Arcane Arcade, featuring Matt (bass/vox), Brad (drums/vox) and Jeremy (guitar), pulls inspiration from the 90s melodic skate punk of Fat Wreck combined with a love of stripped down garage-made indie punk and just a touch of the early outlaw country of Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings. ... more
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