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The Reality
02:21
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I couldn’t stand the feeling the city was giving me today, so I drove to Violetti. My heart was ready. My mind was thirsty. I’VE GOT BLISTERS ON MY FEET, AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK. YOU COULD CALL ME A DIRTY HIPPY ALTHOUGH THAT’S FAR FROM REALITY. The reality is that you’re closed off. It’s so sad to see someone so closed off. You’re a snake in the grass, a collapsing trail. The tests of life I know I won’t fail, cause I’ve seen how life survives, I know what resilience means. I learned from the oak trees and the poppies. I know where I can go where no names are required. I leave so inspired. The burden gets lighter. I’VE GOT BLISTERS ON MY FEET, AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK. YOU COULD CALL ME A DIRTY HIPPY ALTHOUGH THAT’S FAR FROM REALITY. The reality is that you’re closed off. It’s so sad to see someone so closed off. The Reality.
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Through The Wall
02:44
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You put it up and say, “I’ll never let you down”. I’m always on the ground when you come around. Begging for just a couple moments more of your time; I need to clarify a few things. I CLIMB ALL THE TIME JUST FOR PERSPECTIVE. I FALL TO THE BOTTOM, I WILL MEET YOU THERE, AND THERE WE CAN FIGHT, AND MISUNDERSTAND. I’ve heard the words and even spoken them to some. I’m wilting cause of your emotional black thumb. Never watered. Never fertilized. Oh, my eyes cry. I CLIMB ALL THE TIME JUST FOR PERSPECTIVE. I FALL TO THE BOTTOM, I WILL MEET YOU THERE, AND THERE WE CAN FIGHT, AND MISUNDERSTAND, HOLD HANDS, AND SCOLD, AND FORGET THAT PERSPECTIVE. You’re tortured and afraid. Always looking for a brand new escape. Ya, soon you’ll be blasting through the wall just to avoid telling me you dropped the ball. I CLIMB ALL THE TIME JUST FOR PERSPECTIVE. I FALL TO THE BOTTOM, I WILL MEET YOU THERE, AND THERE WE CAN FIGHT, AND MISUNDERSTAND, HOLD HANDS, AND SCOLD, AND FORGET THAT PERSPECTIVE.
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Harmless People
01:42
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Hold ‘em down, you don’t let up - Pretend this ain’t a set up. Got you’re crew behind the scenes - yeah, you know what power means. Big guy, tough kid, look at what you did. Stealing grins and cutting skins. Dig a hole and climb on in - Let’s let the pain begin. I’ll grow some fins and keep on swimmin’ - This is my transformation. Am I just a dreamer, or is this world truly as fucked as I think it is? THE HARMLESS PEOPLE BUCKLE AS THEY HOLD YOUR EGO, AND GIMMICKS. YOUR ILLUSIONS. YOUR CUNNING TRICKS GIVE ME FACIAL TICKS. Gunning fists and loaded statements - create that awkward moment. Pass it off and blame another - take us farther and farther from the point, I missed the point, was that the point, I lost the point! Smoke a joint, and take a chill pill - I’ve got so far to go still. Make this world s so cookie cut - I can see the meaning but in the distance a girl sings her lonesome song, no wonder she don’t let me sing along. THE HARMLESS PEOPLE BUCKLE AS THEY HOLD YOUR EGO, AND GIMMICKS, YOUR ILLUSIONS, YOUR CUNNING TRICKS. The crown that sits on your skull - the strings you either cut or pull - the fear that you instill - all the hope that you kill - why do I need you still?
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Never Sever
01:45
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Just wait, don’t rush. Don’t squeeze tight, you’ll crush me to pieces. There’s no pain that makes me blush quite like our pain does. DON’T COME TOO CLOSE YOU WILL TORTURE ME. NOBODY KNOWS OUR SECRET MISERY THAT EXISTS ONLY IN OUR OWN HEADS. IT’S NOT SOMETHING THAT THEY SEE. CLANDESTINE MISERY. Please stop, I can’t. Don’t stay tonight, you’ll ruin this moment. There’s so much pain that I can’t hide. I’ll still let you inside. DON’T COME TOO CLOSE YOU WILL TORTURE ME. NOBODY KNOWS OUR SECRET MISERY THAT EXISTS ONLY IN OUR OWN HEADS. IT’S NOT SOMETHING THAT THEY SEE. CLANDESTINE MISERY.
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Sucky Dicks
01:22
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You think I’m weak, and you exploit it. Don’t you see you’re at fault? NO you’re willing to avoid it. You keep putting on the heat. You creep, you see me on the street. Trying to stick me. I’m not a trick or your treat. THAT’S QUITE AN AMBITIOUS FEAT, BUT YOUR WORDS AND MOVES ARE THOSE OF A NEEDLE DICK, WEAK IN THE SPIRIT. YOU WANNA FLASH THAT BABY PRICK. I WON’T COME NEAR IT. I don’t wanna see it, I’ve got no interest. You call me a slut, I don’t want your diseases. What a shitty reason. I see you got your own mission. Don’t give a fuck just jonezin for a pushin. you ain’t getting this cushion. THAT’S QUITE AN AMBITIOUS FEAT, BUT YOUR WORDS AND MOVES ARE THOSE OF A NEEDLE DICK, WEAK IN THE SPIRIT. YOU WANNA TALK, I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT. YOU WANNA STALK UNTIL I FEAR IT. YOU WANNA FUCK. I’LL NEVER LET YOU NEAR IT.
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Rescue Mission
01:57
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There is no such thing as a stormy day to me. Your sun is all I need. And when they tell me my reality’s a dream I don’t know what they mean. Your sun’s my crutch, please don’t ever leave...But there you go...Your sun took off, and abandoned me. Now I feel this weight of insecurity. Oh, Sun, why did you leave? How did I let all these false hopes govern me? Am I fixed to a dream? No more heat. No more lust. No more false trust. No more love. No love.
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Don't Shoot The Gun
02:38
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I know you’re quick to pull trigger, Boy, and let those words fly out of your mouth; say those things you think we want to hear. I know you’re sick when you push with vigor, Boy, and say those things you say in that house. Get your serpent tongue out of her ear. THEY ALL WANT TO HEAR IT. THEY’RE SO EXCITED. THEY’RE ALL THERE TO BELIEVE YOU. THEY’RE ALL THERE TO BE HAD. I know your tricks, and your schemes get bigger, Boy. Send them to your own slaughter house. Cut ‘em up, and dice ‘em for fun. But there you go, you keep pulling the trigger boy, Boy. Hold the barrel up to their mouth. Think again, oh, please don’t shoot the gun. THEY ALL WANT TO HEAR IT. THEY’RE SO EXCITED. THEY’RE ALL THERE TO BELIEVE YOU. THEY’RE ALL THERE TO BE HAD.
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Despite Everything
01:27
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There’s still land mines blowing off the legs of the living, but despite everything, I’ve got a reason to sing. I’M PRIVILEGED, AND I’VE GOT THIS NEED TO CALL OUT MY OWN CULTURE - ABUSIVE, OPPRESSIVE. Can you feel the icy sting of cold, harsh conditioning? but despite everything I’m still singing. I’M PRIVILEGED, AND I’VE GOT THIS NEED TO CALL OUT MY OWN CULTURE - ABUSIVE, REPRESSIVE.
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Hurters
00:38
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There’s a block in my thoughts when I think of you. There’s a disconnect when I think of what you do. And I don’t know why, and I don’t know what is true. Are you playing us? do you hurt us out of the blue? Make a big noise, make a great big noise. That’s your choice.
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Dinosores
03:08
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Lessons - Oh, I’ve gotta learn ‘em. Depressing - these walls I wanna burn em down. Escape this lock down. Frowning - all the time now. Drowning - I feel I’m down for the count again. Where are all my friends? I’m way back in the back line again losing my sense of feeling fine again. This is always happening. I’m grappling for any sense of reason like a sapling making its way to the sun. This is where I come undone. I HIDE FROM THE WORLD OUTSIDE. I JUST NEED SOMEBODY TO CONFIDE IN, BUT I LIE, AND TIE KNOTS I CAN’T UNTIE. I’VE NEVER BEEN ON TRACK I’M JUST MISGUIDED, I CAN’T HIDE IT, IVE GOT TO FIGHT IT. I JUST NEED SOMEBODY TO CONFIDE IN. I’VE GOT NO PRIDE, NO COPING SKILLS APPLIED. I’M JUST A COWARD, AND I’M HIDING IN THIS ROTTEN SKIN I’LL DIE IN.
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Brains
02:15
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I’ve got a whole lot of words in my head. I can’t get them out, that’s not what I meant! You misunderstood what I said. Did I stutter? Did I misrepresent? I’m flipping all over the floor, and you’re slipping meds through the door. WHAT MORE HAVE YOU COME HERE FOR? I’M NAKED IN THIS CELL, AND I’M COVERED IN SORES. SOURCES FROM ASTRAL PLANES SAY YOU’RE THE ALIENS TRYING TO ZAP MY BRAINS. I went from a 3 to a 9 in a blink of an eye. I lost perspective. Though I knew the entire time my emotions were all over it. I’m doing spins on the floor, and you’re slipping meds through the door. WHAT MORE HAVE YOU COME HERE FOR? I’M NAKED IN THIS CELL, AND I’M COVERED IN SORES. SOURCES FROM ASTRAL PLANES SAY YOU’RE THE ALIENS TRYING TO ZAP MY BRAINS.
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12. |
War Of The Slugs
00:55
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Every time I seem to get right there, to that place I need to be I fuck it up. Why do I always sabotage myself? Can I not change? Are my stars all crossed up? Is my window sealed shut? The truth always eludes. HEAVY IS THIS BURDEN I BARE. WHERE IS THE STRENGTH I NEED TO SURVIVE, STAY ALIVE?
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Aftermath
01:12
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The statues have begun speaking in circles around you and your friends calling you out on your bad plans. Ya, you never thought they’d speak a word of truth, you thought their mouths were sealed shut, never again could they commiserate. forever sealed in...It started with a little crack in the mold you cast then it grew a little too fast. Although the plaster was said to last it never did.
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Tired of Folk
02:45
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You sing ‘bout all these things like whiskey, and riding trains, I’m so sick of the Americana Folk scene. Blending in with the team. Wearing boots and plaid long sleeves. Back country thieves, yet squeaky clean. I’ll bet you don’t own a truck, and I’ll bet you just want big bucks. Your song about purgatory sucks. Bombastic words out your poser mouth. Elastic folk artist on the outs. It’s all just kitsch. It’s a sales pitch. I’m getting so tired of this scene. Pop culture, and wineries: it’s bourgeoisie disguised as underground folk artistry, and bluegrass it’s all around this folk disease.
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You’re going out every night. Every night you forget what you did, how you hid under inebriants. You don’t feel like you plan it. You profess it’s romantic. I say you’re just frantic. You’re looking for something quick. Acting only on impulses. Oh it’s fucking repulsive. You’ll fuck anything with a pulse if it will fuck you back. It’s just torture the loneliness you must feel. PANTOMIME IN THE LIGHTS. FIST FIGHTS, AND EGO BLASTS. You’re so afraid that you’ll come in last, so you run as fast they come, in the opposite direction. I’m making plans to not come around. All this strife, I wanna find a new life. Life will fuck you back as the torture from loneliness. PANTOMIME IN THE LIGHTS. FIST FIGHTS AND EGO BLASTS.
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Choke
01:46
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You little torrent, you tore it all up again! You’re losing friends with your little cataclysmic events. It makes sense that you’re running from your problems. You don’t solve them. You don’t resolve them. Now I find myself choking on your fury. I can’t breathe. There’s no room to grow for me. Turn it around and say I’m pushing you. I’m not attacking, I want breathing room. I don’t want to be in that cycle.
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The Needers of Things
02:34
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The cement on the street don’t forgive any feet, and as I barely sleep on this concrete you pass by and judge me. You think you’re so high and mighty. DREAMS DON’T COME EASILY TO AN URCHIN LIKE ME. PAIN HAS A FUNNY WAY OF REVEALING TRUTH. THE TRUTH IS IT HURTS MORE TO BE YOU. Ya, you, with those witty little words, your big plan seems succinct. You don’t understand how NOT to need the things you think are high and mighty. DREAMS DON’T COME EASILY TO A HUMAN BEING LIKE ME. PAIN HAS A FUNNY WAY OF REVEALING TRUTH. THE TRUTH IS IT HURTS MORE TO BE A NEEDER OF THINGS. Everything is everything, it’s all gonna be nothing. Everything is everything, it’s all bound to be nothing. Everything is everything it’s all trying to be something. Everything is everything. WE ARE THE NEEDERS OF THINGS.
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Harmless People Santa Rosa, California
harmless people are a punk rock band from santa rosa, ca. they were formed in the winter of 2013, due to release a double cassette (available online) January of 2014.
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