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LIFE IS TOO HARD
02:55
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life is pretty hard
yes it is and yooshly is
n when it flashes at the end
theres all these useless stupid clips
people yappin ppl clappin
sayin you do this n that
maybe one day you can afford
to put yr ashes in a hat
whether hooked up to failin wires
or kawasaking/mootorbikin off a cliff
if life was a mirror
I would the cover of damaged it
if u got pain
theyll prescribe you fuckin nothin
if yr trans its gon cost u
a few thousands of dollars
just to be
got anxiety
maybe try another snri
after failed try 17
you want it to be easy
well its hard yeah its hard
you want it to be easy
well its hard really hard
life is hard
its too hard
for me and all my friends
life is too hard
its not worth it in the end
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POOR IMPULSE CONTROL
02:27
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I have poor
impulse control
if I need to leave
might put my head into a wall
I have poor impulse control
if you like the way I look
you can pin me to the wall
there's no reason not to
there's no reason I can see
my mind is clear and blank as a
cold sky in febaree
I like not quite knowing
just where i'm gonna sleep
but every friend I make
I cling real hard I wanna keep
CH
ive got poor impulse control
ill prolly say yeah
and regret it later on
yeah....
oo what's that
think I might try it
oo what's that
might as well do it
there's no reason not to
I can't think of a few
if you told me and then scold me
im not lisenin to you
I might forget
what's important to me
but it doesnt matter I have
a busted personality
my impulse control
comes to me artifishly
i've been put on many pills
and I swallow them delishly
ch
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EYES START TO LEAK
01:45
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I wanna skritch myself I wanna ditch myself
I wanna zap myself I wanna snap myself
I wanna clip myself I wanna zip myself
I wanna leave myself I wanna bereave myself
I wanna clob myself I wanna plop myself
I wanna stop myself I wanna stop myelf
I wanna void myself I wanna void myself
I wanna LEAVE myself
yeah I really wanna do it
I wanna VOID myself
cuz I think there's nothing to
all the ones that walk the earth
know they gotta die
so why I gotta wait around
oh why oh why oh why
oh why oh why oh why oh why
oh woe oh woe is me
oh woe is to me
cuz I dont wanna be
i'm sadder than a flower
that ain't got a bee
im sadder than a sand dollar
washed up on the beach
every part of me
aches and screams and it creaks
can't make it through a day
before my eyes start to leak
I wanna leave myself
I wanna leave myself
I wanna leave myself
I wanna leave myself
my meds stop workin
and my psych wont answer
i'd trade my place with isadora
cuz she was such a good dancer
every part of me
is sore and it creaks
cant make it thru a night
before my eyes start to leak
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JUST A HUSK
01:47
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I heard you died sleepy
and now i'm just a husk
crawling from the wreckage
of my heart
i'm just a husk
I loved you so much
and it still wasn't enough
i'm in shock
i'm wracked with grief and
now i'm just a husk
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LIST OF DEMANDS
02:06
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sloshing water from the bathroom sink and drinking from my hands
when i'm parched I need a drink so now heres my list of demands
I need a full thing up of doll heads now that's 1 million and two
can't come up with that many i'll tell ya whatcher gonna do
get me a lake with a mouth and an ocean with an eye
and 40 brass door knobs baked in a rutabega pie
a buncha twisted viscous lipsticks piled up mountain high
and a thin layer of vapor scraped off the lid of the sky
this is what I require
these are the things I need
the lack is feeling dire
I cry and sweat and bleed
I need false teeth lashed together from 32 typewriter keys
shreaded lingerie collecting dust laid on a furtive weed
the sliver of a moon reflected cross an insects parts
and the soup can bra which was dear to the baroness's heart
gotta get me some doll heads
doll heads
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she's new to this world leans with support beam to hip
standing nonchalant under the aircondishner drip
orders only water puts to lips and takes a sip
what surrounds her now, only just maybes and ifs
dances unselfconsciously on the linoleum alone
has had to make her own joy bubble any/everywhere she'd go
glitchy squinch face / to a private thought she smiles
twitches and stims as her eyes are roving wild
she's not stuck up she's shy
and there's 20 millions reasons why
you catch a glint of what she goes thru
if you couldn't buy bread without the widened stinkeyes
intrusive thoughts she has thousands
clouding round her head
you can easily part the static
with any kind word said
compliment her floral barret
aren't her bunny earrings cute
1000 years of patriarchy told her not to
wear that mod dress and those lavender boots
that's why her joy's so pure
unbridled ecstatic limitless and geyser gushing
but she can take a compliment
and count new friends with just a bit of blushing
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ugh im so crampy
this all locals show costs 17 dollars
more than an hour of minimum wage
i'd go and just be bummed at the gas bill I now can't pay
don't have a disposable income for this show?
Too exorbitant means you don't deserve to go
keep the impoverished unwashed away from our clean punk show
no one allowed in from the poverty line or below
CH
our subculture is business culture
cuz we're tryna make it see
careerists don't need class analysis
and so our show costs five bahn mis
i've fired so many bass players you don't even wanna know
they didn't look good in our press photos
ch
our subculture is business culture
cuz we're tryna make it see
careerists don't need class analysis
that's why our show costs five bahn mis
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THEY PUT DOWN DOGS
04:00
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THEY PUT DOWN DOGS
shelley was mary very glum but had an acid tongue
trippin all the time fell to the front of the line
they gave her ket that was mixed up with the nyl
then she fell up and out the ni-hill of her mind
floating in space where you dont care if yr being
barely there and the most okay with leaving
not a care, retracted into bliss
they put down dogs with a mix kinda like this
nothing was goin right in young little edgar's life
kicked outta work and house, and constantly getting into fights
his childhood broke him, too imprinted on his mind
and every choice he makes sinks deeper into slime
then he decided one night by candle light
what he might like and he's gonna try it
not a care, retracted into bliss
they put down dogs with a mix kinda like this
who doesn't hate me is all dead is how I think
can only cop so much oblivion through drink
so I mix my slurry at the side of the sink
skatin thru my veins like theyre a roller rink
danger to my self or others is just how I exist
my brain is boiling, leaking, pouring, steaming, hiss
release my cares, retracted into bliss
they put down dogs with a mix kinda like this
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GUTTER NEEDLE
01:22
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i'm the gutter needle
I had a good life
blood and (rain)water swimming
around my insides
I got a bent head
I got a sharp mouth
ram it up me
so I can spit it out
hello gutter needle
yr a friend a me
I will take you home
just tell me wot u need
I can make the rent
I made some pay this week
we'll both lay in the sun
see my life's not so bleak
have u got a needle?
I've got a gutter needle
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Blotchouts California
No Wave Punk project started in 2016 and variably based in California, Alabama, and Louisiana. Recordings are primarily Yanka Glowniss (she/her) on all instruments with occasional collaborators. Live lineups vary and rarely repeat. Yanka is also a member of Ginchy Gayjacket & the Flushable Wipes, ICBM, Two Crones, and Scrapies. Pre-2015 related music can be found at the Albacore Records bandcamp. ... more
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