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53,000
02:23
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Spendin’ all our time out at Devil’s Lake.
Writing silly little love songs
Laughing through our high school summers
And I wanna be the 500th Artist from Baraboo to write a song about it
and I wanna be with you on your couch tonight.
And I can tell that your voice is muted.
I can tell that you’re hiding something grim.
Do you wanna leave?
Drive to Madison, Milwaukee, or even Chicago
Do you wanna go?
To Sauk City, it’s so shitty.
We can ignore the smell of fertilizer
Drive down to the river and watch the skies
Or we can sit at home, and talk about your boyfriend
Pretend that we both don’t know that you’re falling in love
And I can tell that your voice is muted.
I can tell that you’re hiding something grim.
And now we see with a little perspective my emotions weren’t exactly something you respected.
And I can see, that you like to play with toys.
Toys that you call boyfriends, toys that you call boys.
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Sleepless nights
We’ll pretend it’s alright
But I'll tell you a word
Been up since 3
Watchin’ NBC
But not listening to a word
Funny how lives can change
with the mention
of those words
My mind is bled dry
my reasoning is absurd.
Six feet under
With no wish to climb
The only thing to do is dig deeper
Mind is bled dry
My reasoning absurd
In her snowy home, snowy eyes
I need her.
Parallel lines
Never intertwined
The opposites just aren’t attracting
This place reeks of weed, cow shit and diesel fuel
And if you don’t leave I’ll never forgive you
Six feet under
With no wish to climb
The only thing to do is dig deeper
Mind is bled dry
My reasoning absurd
In her snowy home, snowy eyes
I need her.
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Drop D/ead
03:04
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Eight smelly guys in a tiny van.
A group of sad losers that call themselves a band.
They’ve never toured, they’ve got no fans.
They’re just going out to eat with their friends.
Living off Taco Bell, and McDonald’s Coupons.
Dylan still lives with his mom.
But they’re gonna keep trying to release something good.
They can hit their notes just fine, they’d tour if they could.
They can’t pay the rent.
And they can’t find a job.
Nobody wants someone who can only play the drums.
And Jeff’s still hopeful, ‘cause he can’t see the truth.
That no one wants to hear sad songs.
Their ship hasn’t sailed, and they’ll never see the seas.
But they’re gonna keep trying to release something good.
They can hit their notes just fine, they’d tour if they could.
They can’t pay the rent.
And they can’t find a job.
Cause no one wants to hire a couple of bums.
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The reason and rhyme will take their sweet time
And you will be left spinning in a fleet.
To be a human with your own sweet mind
And ideas that aren't worth a dime.
Things change as your mind does,
One day you were strong but now you’re just wondering if you were actually right
When you told that Jesus freak she was dumb.
Maturity comes with time and old age,
And your ability to reason improves.
You can change your mind and take new pace,
Or you can roll your eyes and buckle down your boots.
Whether or not your opinion changes,
It only matters if you've learned anything.
I started thinking about how and why I got here,
Sitting on a bed that wasn’t ever really mine.
I’ve got the best I can get, I haven’t paid a cent,
But I’m still frustrated.
Cause I’ve stopped giving a shit about anything that’s worth it anymore.
I’d like to convince myself otherwise.
That it bothers me when she’s with other guys,
I’m first fuckin’ man on the planet to with he was jealous.
And I’ve stopped giving a shit about anything that’s worth it anymore.
The summer’s damn near over and I’m 99% certain I’ve regressed to 16 years old again.
And it’s funny what 200 days can do.
It’s been damn near a year since I’ve seen anything new.
Earth Angel, Earth Angel
I hate that she’s mine
My darling dear,
I haven’t loved her in such a long time.
Earth Angel, Earth Angel
Oh, nevermind
I just can’t stand you,
Is that such a crime?
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Many nights spent in a smoky haze.
Debates held with eyes glazed.
Plastic cups and fine lines, not only on the table but in our minds
Whether or not it’s right or wrong, and whether or not he’s too far gone
To drive into town to pick up his bud
To drive into town.
Sometimes you need to be wrong to know you haven’t followed along with those who tell you to jump.
And those tell you “too high.”
Feel your own engine pump at it’s pace.
Take the punishment; don’t let it go to waste.
He returns safe and sound.
Poker face solid, no mistake found
Damage, check
Lying check
His list makes us shake our fists, and I wanted to shake one right into his nose, but then again he was my only ride home
Sometimes you need to be wrong to know you haven’t followed along with those who tell you to jump.
And those tell you “too high.”
Feel your own engine pump at it’s pace.
Take the punishment; don’t let it go to waste.
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Cocaine Heroine
03:57
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Snowy home, snowy life
Snowy fingers down her spine
Pale face, snowy lines.
That are credit card separated tonight
And when the night is over
I’ll go home and write a song
I’ll pretend to be okay
And we’ll go our separate ways.
Snowy home, snowy life
Hidden behind, her swollen eyes
She calls him daddy, calls him Samuel.
Her guilty heart is lost to him
And when the night is over
I’ll go home and write a song
I’ll pretend to be okay
And we’ll go our separate ways.
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Dinosaur Studio Baraboo, Wisconsin
Dinosaur Studio is a Punk/Alternative/Whatever band from Baraboo, Wisconsin.
The band consists of James Parker on vocals and rhythm guitar, and Dylan Kraiss on bass.
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