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B​-​Sides & Demos (2004 - 2008)

by Nightmare Of You

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Oh, just to be an ice cube in your glass! That tacky liquor taste of the privileged upperclass Is the liquor, or am I truly in your heart? I hope it's the latter, because I've been give gold to give to you It's tried and it is true And when I make a dollar I give half to you Because I'm such a good kid We will play the victim; We don't even have to act It comes far too natural And you will buy your love Tonight you'll be drunk in Soho And you'll cheers to not having to see what that's doing to me So have a drink on me, or pour your drink on me Because metaphorically, that's what you always do to me I am sort of here, but mainly I am not I'm just a number in a book on a wooden shelf that's begun to rot It's hapless, but it's real But you can always give in and make a deal That's what most people do
I'll never go back to Long Island I could not bear to show my face And you will always be dear to me But baby, it's time to leave this place And now I'm in Brooklyn in a burned-out basement A box of smoke to call my home Where do I go? Where do I belong? Vinnie's over-drinking; Mike is getting high I am in Los Angeles, practicing dying And I almost got it right Vinnie sadly sat there drinking Michael lightly sobbed and got high I was out in Los Angeles, and I was practicing dying And I almost got it right Going out and living on your own Could make you just want to move back home Starting out with nothing to your name Only to watch it all go up in flames
Baby's barely breathing That ship is positively sinking And I know the hardest thing you ever had to do was just to hold on But I'll beg you to hold on and spare your life I know we're barely speaking And hey, that's because I truly don't want to But it would be such a shame if you should leave this place in that way So, I'll ask you to hold on and spare your life
I'm sending you this note from a northern England coast Stating I'm so glad that you're not here 'Cause you've got some mouth on you (It's loud enough for two) And you've screamingly proved just how little you knew You don't have to tell me I was a terrible man I'm already quite aware, yet so glad to finally have you out of my hair And now you're gone You're finally gone
Dope-sick couples on the Lower East Side Can't keep it together without being high Hold out your arms and let us save you Hold out your arms and jab it in you Elitists in the alphabet town Can't be polite or dance around Without a proper fix inside the bathroom Or a proper fixing of their hairdo And on the jukebox there's a song I love It plays on and on and on and on and on and on If I don't get off this island, May God strike me with lightning I'm sick to death and violently dying to begin In the city, with it's songs What a beautiful place
An angel wrapped in a blanket Tucked away in the back of a car seat And although it felt precious at the time It was mean And now I'm purposely starving Waiting for that dreadful phone just to ring And until it does just that I won't do a thing God has played a mean joke on me And now He's snickering behind some tree Along with all those other lovers That I treated so poorly Our love lives patiently await For the mind and body just to agree They bicker and act very coarsely They misquote me And now I'm covered in cobwebs Dust collecting from my head to my feet Someone better shake up these bones Before it smothers me
We're not dead; Just heavily sedated Can't you tell by the way we dress We've got the stars stuck in our eyes American, you're in debt to the veteran So won't you spare some change For the man with cardboard in his hands And I love you more than life As if you couldn't guess But, every whisper and caress That was meaningless My dear, you are the bull And I'm a clown shoved in this ring to entertain you I've got no job; I don't plan on one too soon And it's no easy thing when I have never meant a thing to you We're just sexually frustrated With a thirst for unknown blood We've got the warm gun at our side Mother, I fear what's between the ears For the body takes it's track While the mind takes it all back


released May 19, 2012


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