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From Your Blood!

by Dinosawh

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(D Bm A A7) You were Bored to Death of this Rock n Roll Bullshit How Low Could a Punk Get? You Didn't Need It; "Live for Now," you said, "Get Up and Go, Let''s shake things up, have an All Ages Show." So you went Straight Edge, got Banned in D.C. and you Put It On the Map for all the world to see and the throngs of bodies that thrashed and twirled you were young and Out of Step (With the World)! But soon enough you saw, with all your rising fame There was No Revolution, just Change for the Same So you moved on, Faded Out, or went away To grow up and live in the U Suck A. And even though the kids still scream your words You punks were dinosaurs, and now you’re birds But wish that I had been there back in 1981 This dubstep shit just isn’t any fun.
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(D F) ‘Lone again Late at night Got the jitters Tendons tight Life is simple Fight or flight Gotta go I think I might (D Dsus G D) Hey, what’s that eatin’ at ya’, hun? You’re lookin’ all undone What have you become? Home again Here to stay I am pinned down Where I lay Cancer eats me That's okay You know life is gonna fuck you anyway Hey, what’s that eatin’ at ya’, hun? You’re lookin’ all undone What have you become?
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(C Am F G) Sometimes there’s things I wanna say But when I speak it wisps away I ain’t no politician, though So that’s at least okay It’s lonely living in your head You think your thoughts and then you’re dead We’re staring at the cave wall Captivated This pallid light is everywhere It’s messing with my health I’m in the dark with Heisenberg My math just fucks itself So I spend some time with min and max And hope that they’ll know better, but Analysis paralysis Shakes words down to their letters I wish that I could understand These theorized strings weave ropes of sand And leave us all with empty, dirty hands This force that we call gravity Can’t tell you what’s oppressing me I think I’ve given up my hope That this lock has a key I’d love to understand you, but Can’t swallow a world that’s so damn hard to chew At least I think you’re in the same boat, too And I don’t have no answers, no My time is slow draining, though There’s no way I can prove it, This I know... (C E F G) (...or, at least I think that I think that I think that I think that I think that I think...)
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(C Am C G C E F D7 C G) Another sleepless night I find My mind is in a funny way It’s racing, pacing, telling me To not let come what may So if I die before I wake I’ll bash the lord, his bones I’ll break, and run from heaven screaming “Try and catch me!” Late afternoon I’m still in bed With no synapses in my head I’ve got no better things to do Than waste my precious time What we don’t know that we don’t know Determines how we’re gonna go; We’re much more what we aren’t than what we are (F G Em F G C) If I am what I do, And dying ain’t doing Then I will never die We ride the wave of entropy That’s gonna wash us all away We gasp for air and pray for love And watch ourselves decay If there’s one thing that wave won’t get, Our self-absorbing consciousness, I’ll still be scared; goddamn you, Billy Pilgrim! If I am what I do, And dying ain’t doing Then I will never die (C C F C G F C) If I am what I do, And dying ain’t doing Then I will never die If I am what I do, And dying ain’t doing Then I will never die
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(A Em D A A Em D Dm) I’m singin’ something pretentious So damn self-important Singin’ somethin’ self-absorbed And I’m singin’ it badly too I’m singing something so pretentious That you’d better close your ears Lest they self-destruct and Blow apart your face I’m singin’ angst, angst, Angst angst angst (Existential crisis) / (Where do I find meaning?) Singin’ boo, boo Fuckin’ hoo (Where do I call home?) / (Life is so damn hard) Don’t sing about politics or nothin’ No HIV slash AIDS Not homelessness or orphans Or capitalistic flaws I’m singin’ songs about death And college and dogs And Washington, DC Did I mention I’m from DC? I’m singin’ ha! Ha! Self-deprecation Laugh at how much this song sucks But if you don’t that’s also cool It’s really not that funny Singin’ ho! Ho!, "Ain’t I meta? I wrote a song about itself!" A song of infinite regression, Ceci n’est pas une song
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recorded on garageband in a bathroom. chords and lyrics listed under 'lyrics'.

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released March 31, 2011

myself - violin, mandolin, "vocals," penny-foot tap shoes, guitar, ukelele
mosi the dog - additional vocals on "puppydog deficiency"

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