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I'd hoped the music could bring back my friends
so far I've only reunited with Vodka, Vodka and Gin
So much for barbecues, so much for partyin';
you can find me on the couch watchin' Netflix and rotten
We all feel anxious, we're all alone;
nursing a drink at the bar on our phones
and I know I went away when you all stayed.
In your lives I've no longer a place
and I know you've been through lots of things that I can't relate
but can't we try to act like friends for old time's sake?
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Alone in the dark
Gliding through the empty streets
It's not very far
feels like an eternity
the streetlights blink
to the rhythm of my heartbeat
but I've never felt so out of sync
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Stormed off in the night
an argument for ego's sake
fell off of your bike
a stranger found you in the street
surrounded by wings
the sauce it stained your skinny jeans
and we found your bones in the street the next week
I don't think these drinks do what you think
It isn't a fuel it just consumes your wallet and the way you think
and since you disagree with everything I speak
it's time for me to ride home in the dark I think
Alone in the dark
faster now than usually
my legs pumping hard
muscles aching for relief
but I can't stop
feels like something's chasing me
but I've been alone on these empty streets
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right next to the park
one you pass by every day
you hit the curb hard
touched the earth and fell asleep
the cars passin' by
only notice some debris
as they drive by the ditch where you sleep
Keep it up and that's just what you'll be
an empty, washed up, useless container for alcoholic drinks
discarded, lifeless, broken on the street
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Keep it up man, that's what we'll be
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I once rode a shitty department store bike
until it literally fell apart
I like to think of it as a metaphor
for the condition of my heart
Rattlin’ and shakin’ the parts fall as they’re breakin’
the rattlin’ and shakin’ reminds me of the ache in my heart
I rode that shitty department store bike
until the derailur fell off
It only had three gears by then,
and two of them were at the top
Rattlin’ and shakin’ and all the parts are breakin’
the rattlin’ and shakin’ a symptom of the ache in my heart
It wasn’t even my bicycle,
I had to borrow it from a friend.
It already had three gears broken,
But he never let me hear the end
I rode that shitty department store bike
Till its components rotted away
but even after I replaced the bike my heart still felt the same
Rattlin’ and shakin’ and all the parts were breakin’
F G C
the rattlin’ and shakin’ A symptom of the ache in my heart
Rattlin’ and
E7 Am
shakin’ and rattlin’ and shakin’ and rattlin’ and shakin’
G C
A symptom of the ache in my heart E7
Rattlin’ and shakin’ and Rattlin’ and
Am G C
shakin’ and Rattlin’ and shakin’- A symptom of the ache in my heart
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Couch Surfer
01:44
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Well set my bills to autopay
cuz on the couch I waste away
Ignoring all the envelopes that come my way.
because there's always some mine craft to play
or hours window shopping on Ebay
hoping that some long lost friend will call today.
but automated calls from paypal credit
are the only kind of calls that my phone gets
seems I've been spending way to much much time moping
i'll have to set that shit to autopay when I get the chance
But will I just keep on sitting right there on my ass?
doing battle with myself
old bad habits on the shelf
tryin' real hard not to waste the time I've left
because a corpse always smells better once the vultures pick it clean
I suppose I should take a shower before it gets that bad at least.
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Freedom Cookies
02:56
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Crossroads of College and Paris a strange man jumped into traffic
I gotta admit at first it made me laugh
but as Dan and I sat there at that red light both us thinking
that laugh I guess I kind've choked it back
cuz first I recognized that empty hollow look of sadness
carried on his face bags neath his eyes
the bandage on his arm it told a story about his stumble
the dirty shirt, the track marks on his arm
and I think
If this guys not alive then what does that make me?
If this man can't be free, is there any hope for me?
and Oh Say Can You See
It's The Land Of The Brave And The Home Of The Free
If you can afford to be
A homeless man told Chris and me
"go take a dollar third six and buy me a cookie"
I looked him in the eye and said exactly what I think
I said "My money it makes me free,
but honestly you're probably a little free-er than me
spending your life and your time any way you please
I'm slaving from seven to three
two months of my income goes to interest fees.
He smiled and walked away
without a response for me
and as we stood there on that street,
you know I couldn't help but see
Right there on that stoop he had more friends than me.
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Song by The Wonder Years
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The Last Minute
02:18
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Chorus1:
Am * C
I had a chance to be Better
* F
but I thought I had like, Forever
* C * F
The last minute snuck up just like a perfect Storm
Am * C
I fear that my family’s grown Bitter
* F
I’ve been able to deliver
* C * F
on Half the things that I set out to acheive
Verse:
C G F
Maybe they see right through me
C G F
Maybe I’m a piece of shit
C G F
Maybe they see right through me but
C G F
I don’t wanna deal with it.
Chorus2:
Im good at keeping a secret
But I don't wanna keep secrets
I wanna stand in honesty with you
cuz I know you waited till the last minute too
Verse2:
that's why you can see right through me
you know because you recognize it
now everyone can see right through me but
I don't really give a shit
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Get Up Off
01:30
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Eyes revealed that you were sad
I didn't know it was that bad
and now you say Ive had a hand in all the problems you have had
that would make me kind've mad if my life wasn't so damn rad
and I just think you're sad
it's not like I am glad
get up of your ass
and take a fucking chance
you've gotta put your shoulder in the throw to smash the glass
ceiling that's above you hindering your path
you can't expect the world to fall into your fucking lap
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The Worst Generation Columbia, Missouri
Acoustic antifolkpunk / porch punk type sounds
FFO: Apes of The State, Matt Pless, Paul
Baribeau
I'm just some rando who probably doesn't identify as human in the same way as most do. I'd put my name on these songs but I feel like they are about twice as honest and half as shy as I am able to be as a person so I'm a little uncomfortable with that.
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