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It's not too late, to protest against the former head of state for the crimes he's committed--small and great.
Who could be so vain to think a country's fate was a thing a single man could orchestrate?
And I know this cause is past its sell by date--I know that I've waited far too late, but I think about it every time (every time) that I prevaricate.
2003: When Bush sent the U.S. military into a country that was far across the sea to find Saddam Hussein's WMDs and make the world safe for democracy.
But things aren't always as they seem to be. We've pulled a curtain over Bush's treachery, and it seems like we've forgotten, and that just don't seem quite right to me.
Here in my head, I hear the darkest words Bush said. I see the colors blue and red. I think about them.
10,000 dead.
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Undercover Antifa Agent
03:32
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Early one morning I woke up
exhausted from staying in bed.
I had a dream where I took a Smith and Wesson M&P Shield and shot someone in the head.
I would never do that in real life.
I'm OCD, but not a violent guy.
But living in this town I understand how Johnny Cash could kill a man just to watch him die.
And the way that everyone else acts makes me wonder if I'm OK
cos all I wanna do is leave and everybody else wants to stay.
I don't like living with my parents and I don't like living on my own.
I just got a text from "Eugene Debs" saying "Man, I think your cover is blown."
Unending spirals of gray
another lackluster day
My life is such a disgrace
I gotta get outta this place
I used to have dreams and ambitions.
I left them all in undergrad.
I feel like a crab in a bucket
held down by the other crabs.
Every morning I wake up exhausted
exhausted from lying in bed.
Small town life is taking the black pill telling yourself you're taking the red.
And I've got veterans of the keyboard wars (thank you for your service) telling me to watch my back.
Sentiments once anodyne, are now viewed as a subtle attack.
I don't care what anyone else says, I just gotta get out of this town.
I am an undercover Antifa agent calling for backup but the com(munication) lines are down!*
Unending spirals of gray
another lackluster day
My life is such a disgrace
I gotta get outta this place
There's nothing to believe in
Just let that horror sink in
Unending spirals of gray
I gotta get outta this place
I should've stayed in Chicago
At least for another year
I could leave here tomorrow
I wouldn't shed a single tear
I need relief, I need fulfillment
I need answers to all my questions
I am an undercover Antifa agent with a Slingshot 'zine and a Smith and Wesson
Unending spirals of gray
another lackluster day
My life is such a disgrace
I gotta get outta this place
There's nothing to believe in
Just let that horror sink in
My life is such a disgrace
I GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS PLACE!
*Apparently "comlines" is not a word, but it should be.
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deadrepublicans
05:00
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Let's go back to about six months ago
When I was sullen cos I missed a metal show.
Your hair was purple and your jacket made of fur.
Lying in my bedroom and listening to The Cure,
I would worship graven images and dream of dead Republicans and nurture my untaught sense of revenge
Singing la da da, la da da, la da da da da
And every night I'd dream of dead Republicans:
(the ghost of) Eisenhower in the Department of Defense,
Zombie Reagan re-elected to his third term as president,
and a vampire Richard Nixon walking round the halls of the State Department.
And then sometimes I'd dream of you, and it'd make me sad, it'd make me blue
cos there's no world where you'll ever be true.
Singing la da da, la da da, la da da da da
My hope is built on nothing less than one fond kiss, one sweet caress.
But all of these idols built by the hands of man will be shattered into pieces by the hammer of Abraham.
So let's go back to about six months ago, when I was sullen, but why I just don't know.
Your hair was purple and your jacket made of fur.
Lying in my bedroom and thinking you were the cure, I still worshiped graven images, but all these dead Republicans are shattered by the hammer of Abraham.
Singing la da da, la da da, la da da da da
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From the moment I saw you
I knew that I love you.
The heavens above you,
The stars were aligned.
Oh how long I had waited.
I'd grown so jaded,
Until the day that you slowly invaded my mind.
Oh your eyes so inviting,
Your lips so exciting--
A poem I was writing in passionate rhyme.
But despite all these feelings
A dark dream I'm dreaming:
I can't help believing
That someday you'll leave me behind.
You'll never be mine.
And all my romantic dreams--
numbers "one" through "nineteen."
Were broken and bruised,
They shattered, they crumbled, they fell,
and this as well.
In the park you were strolling,
The west wind was blowing,
His hand you were holding, your fingers entwined.
With my heart slowly breaking,
My whole body shaking,
I keep hesitating to admit that I'm wasting my time.
I'm wasting my time.
You'll never be mine.
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Girl of My Dreams
04:27
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You're nothing that I need.
You probably don't even remember me.
Black hair, black nails
Pantera shirt, leather jacket--
My friends thought you looked scary.
I thought you looked fantastic.
You're everything I want--
Metroplex, Nightwish opening for Sabaton--
That's where I met you.
I never will forget you
(though I know you've forgot about me).
[Chorus]
But could you be the girl of my dreams?
The one you could never be?
Though you disappoint me every time I turn around,
In love I'll ever fall.
You're everything I want; you're nothing that I need.
I wake up early in the morning and I go to my job--
You stay up late watching Netflix and smoking weed.
But I don't care! I don't care!
I know I'm being a fool,
But I don't want to listen to reason--I only want to listen to you.
And they're all wrong! They're all wrong!
They just can't see what I see.
My mother says you're "not nice,"
but you look so nice to me.
[Chorus]
Sittin' in a smokey bar
I turn around and there you are.
You hold a bottle of IPA; I grasp a can of PBR.
It reminds me of that line from the song "Closing Time,"
When suddenly your eyes meet mine.
And as the band plays the last dance.
I think to myself, "This could be my chance."
This is my one chance, I can't let it pass.
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes at last.
"Hey girl, with that hair and that dress in that light,
If I saw you on my phone I'd swipe right.
And it looks like we're both here alone tonight.
I'm just saying..."
[Chorus]
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Stacy Goes Hard
02:34
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Stacy goes hard with a drink in her hand
at the local bar, watching the local band.
She think's they're the greatest, she say's they're the best
right before she pukes on her party dress.
Stacy, I remember when we first kissed.
It makes me so disappointed to see you like this.
Makes me so sad to realize how you were wonderful then.
You are pathetic now.
I used to love you, but not anymore.
You're not the same person that you were before.
We used to be lovers, but then something went wrong.
I used to love you, but now the feeling is gone.
Jason goes hard with a blunt in his hand.
He plays the lead guitar in the local band.
They put out one EP--never went on tour.
He works his day job down at the liquor store.
You could have been amazing, you could have been great.
I swear you could have been the next Synyster Gates.
But you didn't want to--you didn't even try.
All you wanted to do was get drunk and get high.
I used to love you, but not anymore.
You're not the same person that you were before.
We used to be best friends, but then something went wrong.
I used to love you, but now the feeling is gone.
Nick House goes hard with his phone in his hand
at the back of the bar watching the local band.
I showed up on my own, and I stand on my own.
At the end of the night, I will go home alone.
I call other people "losers" in my mind, but I feel like the biggest loser of all time.
I have horrible thoughts when I'm lying in bed: all my best songs are still stuck inside of my head.
I used to love myself, but not anymore.
I'm not the same person that I was before.
I used to be going somewhere, but then something went wrong.
I used to love myself, but now the feeling is gone.
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The Nick House Party Fayetteville, Arkansas
The Nick House Party is the one-man, genre-free musical project of Nick House, a reclusive computer expert with a master's
degree in philosophy. His explosive live show has been described as "life-changing," and has earned him comparisons to Robert Smith and Peter Murphy.
FFO: The Cure, Depeche Mode, ACTORS, Nine Inch Nails, Wolfsheim, Pet Shop Boys
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