Burnout

MIDWEST EMO/SCREAMO/EMO/HARDCORE

Me when I poopy stinky - 2

beauty unmatched pt 2

!!! FAV SONGS !!! >0<  - 7

Fishing lure moon on a string for you
Didn't you say you need space?
One of us just has to change, you say the same
So I guess we're okay

Twist my umbrella 'til it's inside-out
Hand you a bouquet of rain
Saying "oh, baby, please take a drink,"
Did I shout or think I could save you this way?

Then you looked in my eyes and said
"How dare you love me? When you should despise me? You should be scared of me,"
It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you

We'll meet in the middle like pistols at dawn
Turn our backs, who's counting pace?
When the smoke clears are we friends or strangers again?
Just a familiar face

Well, aren't we "us?" Sharing pronouns now
So how could we separately heal?
God, I don't get it, I really don't get it
Could someone tell me how to feel?

So watch your step or you'll trip and fall right out of love, be
the first one to turn 'round say "alright, who shoved me?"
It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you

So we come and we go, we know and are known 
There's too many people to trust
Well it seems to me what we want and we need are the same
And that's someone who'll worry about us.
'Til death do us part please keep breaking my heart
'Til it ceases to beat please be mine
Well it seems, that that's what it means, when somebody

Ohh

So if love conquers all then all else must have failed
I mean, who wants to fall? Can't we just take the stairs?
Well it seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you
It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you.

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs Edition

When Somebody Needs You (Song)

Evening Announcements

Parrot Flies

Loose Cannons

Ben Quad - You're Part of It

Punching Bag

Small Steps, Heavy Hooves

Sweet Talk

crying my makeup off lol

a small selection of the 76 song skramz unplugged compilation album available on bandcamp and streaming everywhere. all profits go to Conservation International.

01 little fur family - every walgreens closes eventually

02 la gritona - thursday awaits

07 wewatchedtheworldasweknewit2004 - 37°48_16.0_N 122°28_38.8_W

(Cover this Song) A Little Bit Mine, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot

Say you’re still her 
The woman you were 
And you haven’t turned into 
Someone who never could love me again 
Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works. 
But only enough just to suffer the hurt. 
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again? 
I won’t do you no harm again, lemme tell you that I’m sorry and that- 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I never thought, and if I did, I forgot 
While blackout in-love 
That’s what’s only starting would come to an end. 
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry and I’m giving it time. 
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies? 
What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me? 
I don’t need you to be with me- just try to remember what you’d see in me. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I’ll be here singing until our heartbeats fall into that rhythm again 
Whether it is or isn’t the end; who cares? 
God knows that I could use a friend. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.

(Cover This Song) A Little Bit Mine

White Knuckle Jerk, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot. 

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)

From "Everything is a Lot" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl5XUM_qoN4

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go. 
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos. 
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD 
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on. 
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe. 
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and 
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement, 
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late! 
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time. 
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes. 
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray. 
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! 
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe. 
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain! 
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know. 
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse. 
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that. 
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, 
Bust your kneecap! 
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer. 
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer. 
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer, 
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here. 
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows. 
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!” 
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate? 
My death come swiftly and gently to you. 
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom. 
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest? 
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

Loose Cannons

Algernon Cadwallader