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Art
02:49
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There's nothing noble about making art,
But that doesn't mean it's not important.
Some of it's really good and some of it really sucks,
But that doesn't mean you should ignore it.
There's nothing new about speaking your truth.
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't scream it!
Lift your voice up high, but keep expectations low.
It won't come true just 'cause you can dream it.
I want to get cut and punched and burned.
I want to be tortured all year long.
A lesson that throughout the years I've learned.
Own your pain, and turn it into song.
But that's hardly good advice,
Don't listen to my words.
I'm naïve and I'm boring,
So that may seem absurd.
It's gonna take my entire life to get this off my chest,
Explaining how I truly feel is not what I do best.
I'm running out of precious time and running out of hope.
When the music leaves my life I don't know how I'll cope.
Well I appreciate your patience and the hatred that you lack,
You've given me so much to live for, in time I hope I'll give it back.
There is nothing you can say that hasn't been said.
The relatively original thoughts in your head,
Have existed in a brain that might already be dead.
There is nothing you can say that hasn't been said.
(Art's not as hard as we claim.)
There's nothing noble about making art.
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2. |
The World Made People
02:03
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I watched the soft, light purple clouds travel across the evening sky.
The grass, it felt so comfortable we could happily die.
And we were in the state of mind that we wanted to be.
The world made grass, the world made him, the world made me.
I watched the state present itself as I drove down country roads,
And when I finally pull up to your house, my dopamine explodes.
'Cause you, you look so beautiful as your timid eyes meet mine.
If the world made you, then I trust the world is doing fine.
And time will make us greedy.
The more we get, the more we want.
We're perpetually needy.
What a scary, fucked up thought.
(And here's another one:)
The world's committing suicide because the world made all of us,
And we're draining it of resources and turning it to dust.
Although the world has obvious mental health issues,
The world made brains, the brains made language, those words made ideas we can use.
The world made them, the world made me, the world made you.
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3. |
Why Not?
01:40
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Your lips taste like rum and mine taste like beer.
And though I'm used to not knowing where my days will end up, I can't believe this one ended up here.
And you look so beautiful as you shotgun that Rolling Rock.
We are cornered in this tiny apartment, all we can do is just talk.
But that's fine by me, no complaints on my end.
I am happy to be in this kitchen with my lifelong brand new best friend.
So we shall run to the sea,
Where no one can hurt you or me,
And there we will live happily,
Until one of us dies or leaves.
Now we're headed to the coast,
And I think I like you the most.
I just can't help but brag or boast,
About you to my friends and family.
And if this is what falling in love feels like, then heartache is worth the shot.
Some may ask, "Why is this what you're doin'?",
And all I can say to them is why not?
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4. |
Stab Wound
01:15
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Your eyes looked like a puppy that had been recently kicked.
Your mother taught me English, but I don't think that it sticked,
And I'm sorry I made eye contact with you.
I don't know what this week has put you through.
My heart felt like a stab wound and the sky was overcast.
I almost found it sad that I knew this pain wouldn't last.
And I'm sorry that I spent some time with you.
You don't know what this year has put me through.
I learned that it's okay to love yourself,
So long as you don't get ahead of yourself.
You're not as good or bad as you think you are.
You're not as good or bad as you think you are.
Everybody leads a life that no one knows about,
Moments one keeps to oneself. I want to figure out,
Exactly how you listening can feel,
So I could make this stupid song more real.
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5. |
h8h8h8
02:58
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You're an abusive loser and I hate you,
The only mercy you deserve will come when you die.
You're an asshole and I'd rate you,
A zero out of ten but still I think that that's too high.
And I'm so embarrassed I even know your name.
You deserve the fingers pointed, you deserve the blame.
But still you deserve much more than that.
Smash your balls inside a vice grip,
Gouge your eyes out with an ice pick.
Finger on the trigger, and I'm smiling as I pull.
Bash your fucking teeth out of your ugly fucking skull,
But nothing is as painful as the embarrassment of being you.
You're a moron, so insecure.
Wouldn't even let your girlfriend go to Warped Tour.
Because maybe she'd realize,
That you are a parasite compared to other guys.
Forcing people to do sex acts they don't want to, I hope that the memory of that haunts you.
I don't think you have the simple skill set of what it takes to be a decent man.
Abusive gaslighting manipulative asshole. I hope you die.
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6. |
I'm Afraid
02:16
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I'm afraid of letting down my family.
I'm afraid I may already have.
I'm afraid I'm making you uncomfortable.
And you don't know whether to cry or to laugh.
I'm afraid that I'll never love anyone,
As much as the girl who broke my heart.
And I'm afraid I'll never grow out of this phase,
The near decade that I've been making art.
I'm afraid of my passion because of the stigma.
So many artists are frail.
They are inherently driven by ego,
And don't know what to do when they fail.
I'm afraid of the shape of my body.
It makes me sick when I see it every night.
I'm afraid of sounding petty,
Complaining to unhealthier people doesn't feel right.
I'm afraid of the path I have chosen,
And I'm afraid of the one I have not.
I'm afraid of having a passion,
But I'm afraid that the passion's all I got.
I'm afraid of getting attention,
But I'm afraid of being ignored.
And I'm afraid when I feel overwhelmed,
But honestly when I don't, I just feel bored.
I'm afraid that other people have these problems.
I'm afraid that I am not alone.
I just hope that these words may resonate,
And make you feel a little more at home.
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7. |
Still Not Gone
02:44
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If I could live forever in this moment, I would.
The ground is damp and the air is cold, but I feel good.
I haven't been alive, relatively, for very long.
But I know that this is a feeling that comes once in a lifetime. We're not strong,
Enough to take it for everything that it means.
I wish that I could go back to this almost perfect scene.
The love that we had was worth all of the pain that it dragged both of us through,
And I didn't know until after you left, you took part of me with you.
I don't mean to sound desperate,
'Cause I'm glad we both moved on.
I don't need to spend my whole life pining,
For something that's still not gone.
You showed me highs and lows that I didn't know could exist.
Through you, I learned what it truly means to persist.
I'd give anything to make me feel the way I felt back then.
You are a person that I still admire, and I'm your best friend.
We couldn't make it as young and stupid kids.
But I can't help but feel damn lucky I knew you while I did.
The love that we had was worth all of the pain that it dragged both of us through,
And I didn't know until after you left, you took part of me with you.
I don't mean to sound desperate,
'Cause I'm glad we both moved on.
I don't need to spend my whole life pining,
For something that's still not gone.
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8. |
Family Guy
00:57
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I'm gonna drive to Northern Michigan.
I don't mind making that drive.
It would be sweet if we could finally meet,
If I ever make it there alive.
I'm gonna zip up that highway,
To the promised land of Traverse City.
Gonna look at sunset skies, gonna look you in the eyes,
'Cause Lake Michigan isn't as pretty.
To lay it on the line, I think we would have fun together.
You added joy to an otherwise miserable September.
I don't really need more people in my life, but I would love to be a part of yours.
So I'm gonna drive to Northern Michigan,
It's only a means to an end.
I'm a stupid boy and you've filled my heart with joy,
I'm excited to meet my best friend.
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9. |
Voted Off First
03:39
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We sailed the ocean and when we washed on shore,
We couldn't take any more.
We thought it was over but it had just begun.
It was the first leg of the run.
The road has been lonely but we'll keep pushing on, until the day we're long gone.
And I'm pretty sure that there's something more, but I just can't seem to see.
We'll get there eventually.
Sometimes love is poison and passion brings you pain, but there's still more left to gain.
Just keep your mind open, the same thing goes for your eyes.
Don't get down from the dark skies.
It's in the darkest places light can shine the brightest.
And in the darkest times.
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10. |
crisis.
03:48
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For the first time, I can feel myself growing.
For the first time, I can feel myself getting old.
I've hardly accomplished anything, but this is a smaller, specific feeling,
That I got when I came back to live at home.
Life is like a highway I just merged onto.
Don't know where I'm going, but it's not in my plan to head back.
And I will always appreciate the people and places that made me me,
But coming home feels like pulling over for gas.
I don't expect you to know what I'm saying,
But I have finally learned what it means to progress.
And it is super sweet and sentimental,
To spend time with my parents. I appreciate all that they've done.
But I am not content to wait, wanna get back on that interstate,
And start to become a person that's more than their son.
I am just beginning to be human,
And I'll admit what I have isn't much.
I've got plans that lay outside this town, but you'll still see me around.
I know we will always stay in touch.
And that's the sad truth of getting older,
Progress is healthy but it will drive people apart.
And I'll try to stay on top of this, in the midst of a quarter life crisis,
Which is as good a place as any is to start.
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11. |
Das Fromps
03:36
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I am barely a functioning human being.
I can hardly obtain a degree in sociology.
But that's because I carry so much in these two hands.
It's no longer easy playing in this band.
I'm not sure where our lives will take us, but I know that I will get to see.
Thanks for all the unforgettable nights that you've spent with me.
Dear Jake, your daughter's incredibly beautiful.
And I'm proud that you've stepped up to live a life lead by your love.
But with all that, comes a huge lack of availability.
Focus on being the greatest parent that you're capable of.
Dear Peter, you've played in every band I've formed.
You've always been my ride or die since we were 13 years old.
And you still want to play, but get limited vacation days.
You've got bills to pay and I live far away in a cornfield postal code.
Dear Brett, I've known you since the day you were born.
You're one of the people I think of at night, before I lie to rest.
I've seen depression eat up your brain, but you always manage to not go insane.
And I hope you never forget that I think you're the fucking best.
And though it seems a tragedy if we should have to part,
There's nothing noble about making art.
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The Fromps Chicago, Illinois
The Fromps is an indie rock band from the Chicago area. Armed with deeply honest and thought provoking lyrics, The Fromps draw musical inspiration from alt rock, emo, folk punk, beach pop, and much more to create a sound and style of their own. A style they casually refer to as "Beachmo" ... more
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