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Anarcho Annie​/​/​Everyday Tension Split

by Anarcho Annie, Everyday Tension

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1.
Jailbird 03:32
We're on our way to Cold dark cells against our will Stripped of our rights Waiting for our appeals I can't see the light of day No life here nature will have to wait Crawling over my skin I feel its cause All around me I won't be lead astray!
2.
I Won't Grow 01:41
I'll write you a song so you feel better and remember what I would say got to keep your head on straight and I looked below at your legs all on fire went into a dream I had where everything I knew was gold now I'm too drunk to know where I'll lay my head tomorrow playing songs I know aren't good pretending that lifes still good I don't give a fuck! Oh I know I've lost my soul I won't grow I don't know where I belong anymore Glock! glock! I've been taking every step to realize money's not that hard to come by selling my soul to be fast at the banjo talking in my sleep, saying words I don't know and you're all blinded by money that doesn't exist the feds keep printing it off you shits one day your money will be worthless and I'll the words I''m singing will one day be worth this don't cry, there's a better tomorrow on the horizon don't lie, there's a better tomorrow on the horizon but I can't see any way out of this place
3.
Oh My God 01:56
wasting all your time, never finding peace of mind playing the victum to a world I never loved, the sun would run much faster that I had ever imagined I know a place in time would keep me from this crime oh my god, i wonder what he's got written on the page, its donald trumps been shot! dont close your eyes you're only living don't say goodbye you don't know whats happening
4.
everyday spent in a box, stale socks separation from reality, rejecting abnormality paying the bills feeding their lies your carcass rots and is embodies by flies your dreams are dying you're not really here you're just another mold made by a government you fear you're rotting away and wasting your time can't you fucking see they're controlling your mind I feel like I'm wasting my time with all of this getting black out drunk at the bar every night theres nothing in your head and your just looking for a fight you're living a lie and don't know your rights you might as well be dead by the end of the night I feel like I'm wasting my time with all of this! nervous! stressed! always on the edge breaking every bone, throwing every stone waiting in vein for something I can't obtain cigarettes cannabis acid on my tongue its gonna be a long time till I feel sober again
5.
dreadlocks cigarettes waiting for trains darling only if you knew how bad I need a smoke we've been walking around with this look on our faces like we don't know where we are going or how to communicate were breaking down borders we build around ourselves swallowed in this feeling of not being adequate or feeling unworthly of contact of our eyes this tension is deafening but I will take it I waited there for you to look and see me alone at the train station runnin scared I waited there for you
6.
there's an ache in my jaw in every ten-year molar I've neglected to floss I've got bleeding gums and tooth decay from the sweet in my talk you'll take a shot and a half pour it in your coffee cup (it's fine, it's decaf) you'll say you've never loved another song like shattering glass layin in an empty lot behind the vacant offices waiting for the acid to drop you said "id bet the rent you'd fall in love if you just quit your job" sniffing glue wearing only socks in your brothers car, with tires slashed, now its sat up on blocks with the only tape that you'll ever play chased our bad dreams away, a song for every picked lock. we played with matches that night at the church beside the river set the roses alight and we slam danced in the parking lot screaming "i mosh for christ" a plastic cup full of rum with silly straws and party hats and a broken bass drum saying thank you friends we'll tie loose ends here's to being young every bottle left unsmashed you said don't be a dick recycle it, throw it in this black bag dinners on me guys, I'll be payin in quarters dimes and food stamps the taste of tar stuck to my lips and oh my failing lungs that scream and dream behind showing ribs and the ripped shirts worn to hide my attempts my sense of hungers been swept away with the last broken dish
7.
Pillow Talk 02:03
I've got pockets full of lavender and lint receipts to things I never bought, and a book on how to live by a woman with an online doctorate in politics my ethics are polluted by my greed im careless and im wasteful and I blame it on humanity there's no use in pretending not to be as cold and mean resist the things you can't define with words you can't remember, the elitist in your mind holds all of us accountable for dancing out of line jade hates my activism and my creed she says anarchists are criminals, and vegans breed stupidity "utopia is just some teenage dream, you'll never reach" a police badge will replace a beating heart "I love a man in uniform" I bet you'd hate free thought, and every dreamer brave enough to scream and shout about being shot resist the things you can't define with words you can't remember the elitist in your mind holds all of us accountable for dancing out of line were shackled to our pillow talk a dreamy song for revolution about falling in love cause God knows if you wanna change that's the first place to start
8.
517 02:29
I'm for all the bandits for every man who's ever questioned God every vandalized wall, every shoplifted mall against every life taken by hunger, exhaustion, or by man with the cops in their cars, all in drive-by's all armed im lonely and buzzed down a street I don't know with a man who has stolen my heart and he's singing for peace, God i think this is home I'm planting my roots, it's a start. for every starving artist falling asleep at a desk, pen in hand with a box full of paint, and those brown coffee stains every scratched pair of glasses for eyes to see a whole different world but everything fucking sucks when you're choking on love my stomachs in knots, there's a song in my heart and I can't get your name off my tongue you're asleep on the phone, and I swear this is home i love you, my god, please don't go
9.
i'll burn down every bridge i build just for the controversy, for my love of rhetoric my ode to argument you speak in algebra a dialect so absolute, it's almost mathematical it can't solve sarcasm a toast to apathy the comfort in this boredom and the numbness embedded in me i'm so disinterested in every single concept i'll eventually be faced with every thought makes me sick a toast to every broken glass that we swept beneath the table and decided that "this too shall pass" we all die anyways the cynics and the nihilists will hold their breaths until that day a name for every grave you love to instigate you're careful with the words you say to get me to retaliate you love to speak in haste the bills are all past due i haven't worked a day in months the heat is off, the stove light too but shit, what can you do? a toast to every thief to every crook and criminal that never fucking got caught shoplifting here's to not being in jail to every christmas gifts i stole, to all your communist ideals still packaged on a shelf a toast to every sip of wine to romanticize uncertainty and unwillingness to survive my own sonnet to sleep i'm exhausted to the bone i've got no motivation left to dream give into lethargy
10.
Jules 02:28
i met you at the tracks in eugene oregon you told me about your dope sick morning all alone you said you dont know how to get home cause i guess vermont's such a long long long long way to go especially when you aint got that much dough it's so hard to stand up straight these days cause upon my shoulder rests the weight of my heart you're in every cigarette that i'd hate to smoke cause you filled my lungs with pain i fell apart and oh you were the finest of fine art

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released January 19, 2016

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