1. |
Black Hole
05:47
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Streetsign dyslexia
New places in my directional lexcon
New friends
Old town
San Francisco turned my whole life
Upside down
I haven’t seen you around
Even though everyone knows everyone round here
I knew this town like the back of my hand
Now some days I feel like a stranger in my own home land
You know what they say
The more things change, the more they stay the same
The more they stay the same
In a city that never changes
I’m discovering brand new places
In this twilight zone there are no strangers
But I’m seeing a lot of new faces
Something changed
But nothing changes here
I have changed
I’ve got a brand New personality
And brand New fears
All of my old stomping grounds
Are disappearing house by house
They’re building
New age mausoleums
Places to rot in
Where the rent is 4 figures
This place is a lost and found
What goes around still sticks around
Old friends playing in new bands
Old lovers holding the same hands
In a city that never changes
I’m discovering brand new places
In this twilight zone there are no strangers
But I’m seeing a lot of new faces
Something changed
But nothing changes here
I have changed
New point of view
New ways to disappear
Nostalgia like a drug
Remakes of things we used to love
Nothing new
Nothing real
We have seen it all before, already know how to feel
Recycled content until you’re dead
Names of old classmates rattling around my head
I see their faces in every crowd
In every bar, in every town
Rearrange the letters
Rearrange the names
Same puzzle pieces
Same familiar things
No matter how much you rearrange
it won’t quite be the same
But Will it ever ever change
But it has to change
We’ve lost our ways
To pocket change
And cigarettes
And stupid street names
To politics
And shifting blame
And consequence
And oil fields
Lost causes
Pills down the drain
Of your studio apartment
You swore you were done
And you tried your hardest
In the shadow of fame
Just north of the city of dreams
This nightmarish place
I feel like we’re never gonna leave
This black hole town wants to swallow you and me
ts gravitational pull
Is making it harder to breathe
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2. |
Veronica
04:43
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You slept in my favorite band tee
And I haven’t put it through the laundry yet
Because it smells like you
Veronica
I just met ya
About a month ago
But I have always kinda known you
Friend of a friend in high school
But I barely talked to you
Now you’re in my bed most mornings
But never afternoons
Oh Veronica
You’re my favorite vice
But don’t fall in love
Please take my advice
Because I’m not a good lover
In the sense
I spend all my time
Sittin On the fence
You’re addicted to me
And I’m addicted to you
That’s just a fact
And honey when you’re away
It’s just a tolerance break
Let’s leave it at that
I love it when you come to see me
You’re the only one I ever really see
Anymore
Veronica
You’re leaving
In less than a month
It’s a classic tale
Of infatuation
Keeping distance just enough
Because then there’s no money in the table
No expectation of a direction
No promises to break
Oh Veronica
You’re my favorite vice
But don’t fall in love
Please take my advice
Because I’m not a good lover
In the sense
I’ve spent my whole life
living On the fence
You’re addicted to me
And I’m addicted to you
That’s just a fact
Honey while you’re away
It’s just a tolerance break
Let’s leave it at that
I think I’m starting to miss you
I don’t really want to miss you
But I really want to kiss you
Fuck, I think I need to kiss you
Fuck I think I need to kiss you
Fuck I think I need to kiss you
Oh Veronica
You’re my favorite vice
But don’t fall in love
Please take my advice
Because I’m not a good lover
In the sense
I’ve spent my whole life
Sittin On the fence
You’re addicted to me
And I’m addicted to you
That’s just a fact
Honey while you’re away
It’s just a tolerance break
Let’s leave it at that
So let’s leave it at that
I loved the times we had
Lemme know when you’re coming back
If you’re ever coming back
Are you ever coming back
Are you ever coming back
Are you ever coming back
Are you ever coming back
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3. |
Highway Homicide
03:34
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6th gear
On the 101
We may be running
But we aren’t on the run
4 wheels
And a loaded gun
Where we’re going
We are gonna need one
Revolution
In your hometown streets
The kids have no control
But the adults get no peace
Welcome to the end of the world 8x
So come on
Here’s the address to the end of the world
come with me now
Be my girl
I’ll burn rubber
On the freeway
To make it to
your driveway
Put this town
in our rearview
We can go
someplace new
Oh god
I want something new
Building is burning
Sirens are wailing
Smoke is blocking
out the sun
The eyes are leaking
Tires are screeching
Mothers are screaming
Out for their sons
Welcome to the end of the world 8x
6th gear
on the I5
Eyes burning
In the sunrise
There’s somewhere
I want to go
But where it is
I don’t know
But as long
As I’m with you
And there’s
A good view
Of the end of the world
I think I’ll be alright
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4. |
Weak
03:05
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Well I’ve got a Polaroid from the night you kissed me
I will never forget the force of that heartbeat
But in that Picture your form is hidden behind my body, so you’re just a vague shape
The symbolism isn’t quite lost on me
The fleeting phantom only in memory ^-_
There’s no record of your face, and you didn’t even go by / your real name
But You’re the devil on my shoulder
And I kinda like it
And there’s this sinking sort of feeling
And I can’t hide it
Cuz you still have a piece
Of my heart in your teeth
It was only a week
Why do I feel so weak
I’ve got a megaphone in the back of my mind
And you’re screaming in it at the worst times
And it makes me fucking hate myself
But I missed it like
You miss a razor blade
so stupid but they say
that love is blind
Self destruction is kinda my Vice
And I’m young and fixed up
But I wanna be broken like
A crashing wave
It’s like having a drink
After kicking the habit
There’s some sick sort of relief
And a familiar kind of madness
I quit you cold turkey
And you didn't deserve me
But it was only a week
And now I feel so weak
It was only a week
It’s been 42 weeks
And now you’ve come back to me
Why do I feel so weak
It was only a week
Why do I feel so weak
It was only a week
Why do I feel so weak
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So happy birthday to me
I guess I’m 23
So much older
Than I ever thought that I’d be
If I’m being honest I never planned this far ahead
The number 23 has never been able to fit inside of my head
I just assumed I’d have it figured out by then
But I don’t know shit and here I am
According to the movies and the TV
The best years of my life are behind me
And I hope it’s not the case
Because They weren’t good to me
So happy birthday to me
I guess I’m 23
So much older than
I ever thought I’d be
I know my family looks down on me
Not living up to the standards that used to be
There’s a new definition of success
It’s called being happy
What’s the point In having a 5 year plan
When the world is gonna end 5 different times by then
And I know I’ll never as old as my parents
But I never thought I’d be this old
I never thought that I’d be 23
Happy birthday to me
I guess I’m 23
Happy birthday to me
I guess I’m 23
I guess I’m 23
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Cotton Brain San Diego, California
Cotton Brain was originally started as a DIY solo project in 2021 by Alice Paige
recently the project has grown into a full 4 piece band with new material and shows soon to come
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