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When I was just a baby I tried to kill myself, and I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for those doctors by my mothers beside, who rushed me off to three hills, fuck you doctors
I wouldn't have gone to school and thought that I needed more friends, and I wouldn't have been called fat and teased to my wits ends and I wouldn't have found existence a piece of shit and that I didn't want to be apart of it
And I wouldn't have gone to college because I think arts important and I wouldn't have found my dreams are lies because my arts a disappointment and that all my actions might not be of love but just a product of the patriarch
And I wouldn't have tried to run away and I wouldn't have found all this, that living life is difficult and paying rents a bitch and now I'm lonely playing a guitar that no one cares about but me
would somebody shut that guy up on stage his whining is ruining my beer
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Rocky Mountain Sheep
03:41
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You Take after your father too restless to stay anywhere and you feel the ground beneath you move faster than winter air
and everybody gets boring you've heard it all before, their conversations get desperate and the social fabric gets torn
and you wake up in the middle of the night you don't know where you are or have been and the melody of running away plays sweeter than a violin
and you heard the wind last night it said go or stay
an you stood there in flight or fight should I go or stay
cause right now I don't know and surely I don't know if you'd miss me
would you miss me?
cause right now I don't know and surely I don't know if you'd miss me
would you miss me?
cause right now I don't know and surely I don't care if you'd miss me
would you miss me?
A 100 useless keys they sit back behind your head, well it's a conversation starter if nothing else when you're lying in your bed
and you sit there in silent sickness, but your minds playing talk show host and just like robert jorden you find ways to hate yourself the most
and you wake up in the middle of the night you don't have the will to get back to sleep
there's nobody here to help you get out of this, you're counting rocky mountain sheep
and you heard the wind last night it said go or stay
an you stood there in flight or fight should I go or stay
cause right now I don't know and surely I don't know if you'd miss me
would you miss me?
cause right now I don't know and surely I don't know if you'd miss me
would you miss me?
cause right now I don't know and surely I don't care if you'd miss me
would you miss me?
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I don't want to fix my broken relationships with all the people that I know
And I don't want to make any new friends I don't want to meet anyone again
But all this loneliness and all this solitude well it will be the death of me
and every time I try to go outside I end up loosing my mind
I don't want to got to school but I don't want to stay home either and
I don't want to get a job but I kind of have to if I'm going to stay alive
I don't want to live in this place I'm in cause I don't own this stuff
and I can't want to move from this place I'm in cause the housing market wont crash
I don't want any of this shit
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Of Sycamores and Pines
02:46
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More alone than when I used to be a rolling stone and you'd think that all this moss and lichen growing on me would keep me satisfied company but since I've stopped I've been sinking and I'll be lost amongst all these tree roots
I'm more blue than I ought to be be with you and I think you would want me too
And I'm not lying when I say that I am doing okay, when the sky is falling and all the clouds are grey and I am falling like the rain before the storm and I am spitting out all these useless rhymes and chords
and you are taller than the pines to meet the skies
and I am buried amongst cat tail weeds and valley tides
I'll walk though me clung to tattered boots so I'll be with you burnt out what a lovely little scene
And I am burning with the sun behind these stones and I am missing but this feels more like a god damn home
and when the time comes to die
I will find the
Loneliest most desolate, wildest place there is
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Myth of Sisyphus
05:03
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Do your fucking worst
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We're From Out West Toronto, Ontario
Jesse Byiers and Tom McKechnie are from small towns orbitting a larger small town in central Alberta, Canada. They moved to Toronto for school and theatre. They didn't know anyone so ended up sitting in their basment apartment being sad and decided to start making music. They sing songs about depression and girls and murder. They play sad songs fast and would love to play in your kitchen. ... more
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