1. |
Awkward
03:11
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2. |
Baseball Bat
04:53
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Face felt empty and hollow
like all the blood had drained out
Palms pressed tightly against temples,
elbows on knees
Let it all out
I'm glad I got to see you.
I needed to see you.
I wish it didn't remind me
of all the times I don't see you.
I know I don't have to say I'm sorry,
but please forgive me.
It might help me forgive myself
I know it's no one's fault
but I've got anger within me
And I could destroy a wall with a baseball bat,
but I'd rather hug you till I don't want to do that.
You don't have to remember me
since I'm still here,
not in the way I used to be,
not as near.
But I'm still close,
and you're close too.
Days I get to see you are the days I like the most
even if they feel too few.
And I could destroy a wall with a baseball bat,
but I'd rather hug you till I don't want to do that (x2)
Call me, I'll call you,
and we can talk.
I know it might sound cliche,
I'm gonna say it anyway,
my love won't stop.
And I could destroy a wall with a baseball bat,
but I'd rather hug you till I don't want to do that. (x6)
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3. |
When the Storm Ceased
03:54
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Regretting poorly executed phrases I texted,
this morning I am ready for change.
A strange storm woke me, my voice felt arrested
I've been bested and maybe by the deranged
When the storm ceased, silence overwhelmed me,
and I lost my sense of peace. (x2)
Something doesn't smell quite right in this place
Dirty dishes to my right that I'm not allowed to clean
I hate this bathrobe. I hate these slippers.
At night, I fight to stay out of my dreams.
You were in my dreams last night
I thought I'd tell you.
That's why I sent you that unspeakable phrase
One flew over the well, I'm here to sell you any ideas
You can tell I've been here for days
In my nest, the best I can do is wonder
why the thunder spoke louder than words
I wrote down sounds and drew pictures of lightening
They tell me I should refrain from the absurd
The consequence of only making sense to myself
is past tense irrelevance and missing all else (x4)
All people places and things
Nouns resound loudly, verbs heard me sing
and I shout proudly,
"I am not that sick.
You should really let me leave."
Needle prick stick, pull up sleave,
Take my blood, test it for poison and guilt
I'm so unbalanced I could make the whole earth tilt
off its axis, and I'll practice that, spinning in circles
holding on to my cap, back to the rap,
It's my map to self-forgiveness
I've been this sewer rat
and it's hard to live in this
splintered life as I see winter approaching
simple addictions and afflictions encroaching
on my quest for happiness but I guess there are better ways of coping
of loneliness, less mess
I confess I am hoping for answers that I don't have yet
So I'll ask more questions till there's nothing life to regret
The consequence of only making sense to myself
is past tense irrelevance and missing all else (x4)
When the storm ceased, silence overwhelmed me,
and I lost my sense of peace. (x2)
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4. |
Blarg! (Be Kind)
02:23
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C Em F G
Monday I lost a friend
Tuesday I lost my job
Wednesday I was in the wrong
And now I feel so lost
(pause) BUT
Chorus
I am kind, intelligent, musical, and creative
I have a voice, I’m funny and I am innovative
Quirky, weird, I’m beautiful, I am an individual
Budadumbubudadum bum budumbaaa kakjsbfwasdbwa;o
We all deserve to be kind to ourselves (4x… I think?)
Thursday I cried a lot and that’s okay
Friday I found a God
Saturday I gave up my power
And now Sunday is almost gone
Doesn’t matter what you look like or the mistakes you’ve made
You can be who you want to be and celebrate
CHORUS
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5. |
How Brave You Are
06:27
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I don’t think anything differently about you now
Except now I know how brave you are X2
This world is broken, aching and fearful
Pain ever present and suffering equal
So we opened up a space in our chests
Protected by people we choose to call friends
Healing begins and evil destroyed
Overcome where we’ve been with bold, rebellious joy
There’s no room for shame in this room
Judgement shrivels when you walk in the door
Everything about you is acceptable and lovable
And all this room will do will be to lift you up more and more and more and more
More and more and more and more
I don’t think anything differently about you now
Except now I know how brave you are X2
When we share our sorrows, they are cut in half
When we share our joys, they are doubled
When we share with those who care
We can start to overcome some of all our troubles
Hope is not a wish
Hope is not a future thing
Hope is here and real and present
And cools when wounds sting
Nothing’s your fault. It’s not on you.
Sick people do what sick people do.
You can be you. That’s all that we need. You as you are.
Now sing with me
1 2 3
La di da di da di fuckin da
La di da di da di fuckin da
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6. |
Stuck Here
03:31
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7. |
The Mad That You Feel
02:19
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Chorus
D
What Do You Do With The Mad That You Feel?
G
What Do You Do With The Mad That You Feel?
D
What Do You Do With The Mad That You Feel?
A
You gotta let it out!
D
What Do You Do With The Mad That You Feel?
G
What Do You Do With The Mad That You Feel?
What Do You Do With The Mad That You Feel?
A G D
You gotta let it out!
Verse 1
Sometimes you need to shout G A D
Sometimes you need to talk
Sometimes you need to draw a picture, write a poem
Or just go for a walk
Chorus
Verse 2
Maybe write those feelings down
With a paper and pen
Maybe cry a lot or maybe punch a pillow
Or just play pretend
Chorus
Verse 3
It’s ok to be mad
at family or friends
It’s ok to feel bad
We can make it right in the end
Bridge
When I’m mad, I won’t call you names F#m G
When I’m mad, I’m not gonna fight D A
I can tell you I’m angry and I’m hurt
And then we can make it right
Chorus
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8. |
Cry
04:16
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Capo 2
C C/B
If I even think about you for a moment
Am7 F
It’s amazing how the pain becomes so present
C C/B Am7
If a dream or memory flashes in my mind or if while scrolling through some pictures
F C C/B Am7
I happen to find one with you, who knows what I’m gonna do? Probably nothing
F C C/B
It’ll look like I barely paid attention. It’ll look like I went on with my day.
Am7 F
If someone asks if I’m ok, your name’s not even mentioned
C C/B Am7 F
But later, when I’m driving solo south on Callaghan
C C/B Am7 F
I’ll choke, and I’ll tear up, and I’ll cry my eyes out like a grown-ass man
C G
Yeah, I’m in touch with my feelings and I like a good weird cry
Am F
Lemme tell you I feel better and I know exactly why:
C G
Closure is a myth. Grief stays in some form.
Am F
It lessens and it changes; I reserve my right to mourn.
Am F
And I’ll have a good cry
C E
For no goddamn apparent reason.
F C F C
Who cares if I can name the cause? I don’t have to know what it was.
F E
It just might be the season.
So have a good cry
For no goddamn apparent reason
Who cares if you can name the cause? You’re not breaking any federal laws.
It just might be the season.
Am F C G
You have permission to feel how you feel
Am F C G
You don’t have to justify your sadness
Am F C G
If you find yourself wishing you felt alive and real
Am Em F
Hold on through the madness
Am Em F
Hold on through the madness
And have a good cry
For no goddamn apparent reason
Who cares if you can name the source?
Pain has to run its course
It just might be the season
Yeah have a good cry
For no goddamn apparent reason
Who cares if even know the root?
There’s simply no substitute
It just might be the season
F C F C
At a Baskin Robbins or in your car, at the movies, no matter where you are
F C F C
Playing piano or playing Kingdom Hearts, at your 9 to 5, if you fall apart
F E F C
It’s okay if it seems to happen for no reason, later you might find out why
F C F E
For now, let yourself have a mystery cry. It just might. It just might be the season.
So have a good cry
For no goddamn apparent reason
Who cares if you can name the cause? You’re not breaking any federal laws
It just might be the season.
Yeah-- have a good cry
For no goddamn apparent reason
Who cares if you can name the cause? You’re not breaking any federal laws
It just might be the season.
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10. |
Lonely Chair
02:16
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11. |
The Good News Is
03:06
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12. |
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Junkyard Fort San Antonio, Texas
Raw, energetic songs about anger, social anxiety, abuse, grief and the joy of being human.
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