Hail

Words on the street 
she aint heard from me, 
text her, I never even called her. 
im caught up, im balled out, 
I never talked down on her
and I'm smoking loud with her
Indica and pretty flowers.

undercover, twin towers,
purchasing power and a good picture.
Instagram, rap songs, pretty flowers,
jews in the trap, good fashion, long grass,
a national tragedy and a better place to pass time.

g1, sip, smoke, fuck shit.
A good waist, and better taste.
Smoke dope, smoke weed,
read books and contemplate.
I keep my friends close,
and I've never been not cool,
I called your girl last week and
she said that I was the coolest.

real friends

Bell Bottoms

Fetish

A place called lovely (demo)

charlie:
tactical divide , we should stay inside tonite
while ur gone ill save my charm
when im on the phone
ill stay in the car
u lift me off my feet
youre in the driver's seat like a transformer 
fast forward to when we see again
pretense to envy ,pretend im angry
drop me off , dont even know where u left me

swords2:
face me face me, youll see in my heart
we dont even really gotta think about the end right now!
now, we'll take a new route
roads that go and turn into citadell walls
you can see a rose just peak through the window in the hall
and what you speak is lost on me but i still wont move on 
you should try to be less , but fight for more
-words u wouldn't hear from the owner of the store
u should keep your head up high
you're my sword, my sword.

pretend im angry , w swords2 (massi)

wkysihtwнен■ т■

candles ft. Gracie Snow (g1)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wfU8x8hvO8
To Boddah Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things. For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child. On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know! I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become. I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away. Peace, love, empathy. Kurt Cobain Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter. Please keep going Courtney, for Frances. For her life, which will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

i come back from heaven

wrote with @theworldisfulloftrash Follow run it up ok ok ok ok

feeling it

kept

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