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Exaspirator
02:51
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You don't suck, but I wish you did
Around in circles you’re spitting shit
Like you don’t want it, you don’t want it
And I keep pushing you around
And pushing your buttons
But you’re on a short leash
And things are heating up
Chorus:
Well I just wanted things to work out
Before I knew what you were about
I carried you too far to lose you now
You’re going in reverse and that just blows
I guess I shoulda read your warranty label
You have too many attachments
You’re just a dirtbag (such a dirtbag)
Should open you up and take a look
I feel like you’re collecting dust
And all your parts have turned to rust
I wish you woulda came with a book to know
Why you won’t respond
Is this as good as it gets? (You get what you pay for) x4
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2. |
Fool's Gold
02:35
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Oh you’re a champ
Well you’re a king
But brand name hand-me-downs
Always leave me wondering
Why you’re always in second place
When no one else is running your race
Chorus:
Give it up, this is getting old
The knight in shining armours’ just
An amateur in fool’s gold
Give it up, you tread so carelessly
In case you haven't heard
You’re your own worst enemy
Fall asleep
In dirty sheets
Glancing through the things
That people wrote on a screen
Fake aesthetic, copacetic
Keep your chin up
Insecurity makes you pathetic
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3. |
Undecided
03:13
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Never thought that I would let you down
Hard to decipher when you're not around
Object permanence does not abound
You seem to be inserted into my surroundings
And this aint our song babe
You always knew that it would turn out this way
Didnt you lose more skin snapping
Over trying to make a good impression
Pre Chorus:
As if by accident, my breath is ragged
And it hurts to take in the air around me
As fact not fiction enjoy the friction
Method of my own infliction
Chorus:
And ooh, this unrequited love will do
Ooh ,left undecided
Take a good hard look at me
It doesn't matter that all you see is
Potential of the highest praise
When I forget we haven't spoken in days and days
Let me remind you of the things I said
A broken record ringing in your head
Bend my fork against my hand
Never deciphered that we’d ever be more than
Bridge:
My best laid intentions
Are my dumbest inventions
We’re just the coolest kids
Handing out blank invitations
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I don't know what you want me to say
What you want me to say
You’re pacing back and forth
You’re leaving track marks on the floor
Are you ok?
Cause i’ve done the things you’ve asked of me
I’ve paid my dues and actively
Try to blend in with all of the things
That you love dearly
So what do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
I’m trying to read your brains highs and lows
I'm not a mind reader you know
Im anxious, and it shows
Any tips or tricks you have
To make up for the things I lack
Would help me understand
Just where you’re at
So what do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
I don't know what you want me to say
What you want me to say
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5. |
Faded
03:04
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Addicted
To ceaseless interaction
Convicted
With a beautiful distraction
Ransack my room, for a shirt that fits my mood
Fill up on self-indulgence because i feel to sick and i’m
Jaded
I’d like to give you reasons why but my memory’s faded
I need to predict the next move but it’s at best
A shot in the dark
I should be moving but the car is stuck in park
Time
I need to borrow cause I only waste mine
I need to always be in check keep me in line
I always catch, the red light
I never run them even though I like to say I might
When can we catch a break x4
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She’s the kind of girl you want to show off
6 foot and tattooed, lips lined and glossed
She reads spell books and old poetry
Her tongue teaches like she’s Ms. Honey
BRIDGE
You’ll know the casting before its been done
watch her lips part & spill the words
and you should run
CHORUS
but you’ll bathe in the hex of her hair
find your grave in her breast and her stare
She’s a sweet little buyers beware
V2
She’s the kind of girl you want to treat nice
punk rock with glitter she’s dripping with vice
Her cigarette casually hung
fills your head up along with her lungs
BRIDGE
You’ll know the casting before its been done
watch her lips part & spill the words
and you should run
CHORUS
but you’ll bathe in the hex of her hair
find your grave in her breast and her stare
She’s a sweet little buyers beware
Don’t hold your breath while this siren sings
She’s taking you for everything
There’s nothing left, but you’ll marry the scene
She’s taking you for everything
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The Poubelles Victoria, British Columbia
The Poubelles like a hook. Their original Pop-Rock (heavy on the 'rock') draws on influences from the 80s New Wave and the 90s Alternative Sound but with a twist all their own. Songs of heartbreak and hopefulness, with plenty of fuzz guitar.
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