Birthdays And Vodka

I remember / Enthusiasm was so real / But now I feel it was all contrived / What was real / Or merely fancy figment / I still love the ghost inside my head

CHORUS
Reveries / Waking dreams / Sleeping buried mysteries / All I want seems so damn wrong for me

(Do you) Remember the feeling / When I held you close / Or was it only in my head? / And when / (I) Can't have your tenderness / I feel I'd be more useful dead

I carry with me / Memories of what used to be / Memories, past life, past you and me / As it happens / I can NEVER have the things I WANT / I guess that's just the story, so it goes.

Can't figure where to go / I Don't know where to start
You ran roughshod across my heart

More Useful Dead

VERSE:
Lay around, can't get you outta my head / Or my body outta bed / Trudge along, stutter, fail to start / Nothin' left to fall apart / Pieces, shards, fragments, memories appear / And it makes no sense at all / Cycle of, vicious circular kind / And you know I've lost my mind

CHORUS:
Like a wardrobe, change your mind / Another outfit to wear
Fool my friends, game of pretend / Coded messages you send / Seemed I'd never get around / Thought I finally had found / Only one who ever fit / Well curse me and my (Mind)

BRIDGE:

And when I start to backslide / And there's nowhere left to hide / Memories of me and you / Yellow, faded point of view
Don't know if you've moved on today / Hope you get broken all the same / I've still got you on my mind / Well curse me and my mind

Wardrobes

I was drifting through the mist / Never ceasing to persist, Oh my / Beatdown, roving empty streets / Running headlong towards defeat, Oh my

Pre-Chorus
From out of nowhere a shred of hope appeared before my eyes / Beguiled by infatuation, split by compromise

Chorus
Explosive, spreading jigsaw splatter / I can't discern what's the matter / Something patient, something kind / Something real to call mine  
Yearning for one love, but it's someone else's too / I want to evolve without having to delude / Never expected but right now here I am, standing at the precipice

Darkness pierced by streaks of light / From destitution brought back to life, Oh my / Fancy are ephemeral things, heart it races, tugging strings, Oh my

Bridge
I might seem foolish, but fool be one to not try and see / Fool me once, fool me twice / Shame on you and me

Withered Orchids

It was many years ago, one sundry summer night / In a moss draped coastal town down by the river / Memory's hazy, one thing stands / Your hair was painted like the sand / And in your eyes, the color of the ocean

Later days / Yonder faces / Abbreviated, fitful conference from distant places

This is my story, who I am / The boy, the man, who was always only there / Peripheral as the horizon / And the moon coaxes the maddest men to try / Like cosmonauts up high / To ascend and caress her perfect surface

Years have passed and hairs have grayed / I oftentimes pretend, the gift of kinder fate or proximity / A world apart, it breaks my heart / And I once again, jet off and away / Out of sight, out of your life, and and out of mine

I'm the hum buzzing off in the backdrop / I'm the breeze you feel tickling your ear / I'm the frets, the lingering doubts, how I wound up here

I saw your face in the Carolina barlight, and it occurred to me / Maybe I could live with yours forever / But no I know that will never, ever be / As far I can see / I miss your touch, when you would talk / When you would talk to me 

Moon Phases

What else can be said, but that it is a punk rock song about misspent youth and reflection on old friends that turned out to be sketchy characters in retrospect. Their true testament, however is how they manage to stand out within a mangled and hazy memory standing the test of time;

Geek Machine - Pro Tools Mix

i wanna wrap my face in a mask of / jagged shards and shattered glass / see through daggers tearing into space / all the failure i could not erase

i wanna puncture a lattice-work of / gunsmoke wafting out from holes / not just my nose, eyes, and ears / laughter reflection of my face

parayzed with daily conflict / completely ripped to shreds / exorcise these ancient demons / purge them from in my head 

crumbs cover the kitchen counter / grease spreads around the stove / trash piled up in the corner / headstones line up in rows

and I can’t wait for this world of residue to explode

Headstones

Grains of sand, and hands of time / They overwhelm your thoughts and mind / Dilation exceeds / Present shortness of supply

Navigate the paradox of just getting by / Nothing seems that simple / Never know if you don't Try

Trudge through the bullshit / Stand your ground / Struggle is real, its all around / You might think it's bullshit / I've seen the things that you can do / Believe in yourself, what you can do

1:23

When you wake up the same person but you can't escape the ghost / Of a former better self / And you gotta find some help

They seemed savvy, more able, more psychologically stable / And you strive to be that person once again

Face of failure is the ruminating specter / Of the promises and dreams that never lived / Days to years squandered / I can't live like this no longer / I don't know if myself I can forgive

You feel grotesque, and deficient / With oblivion taunting, laughing in your face

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Face Of Failure

Greetings, one and all behind the quarantine lines / Peeking through blinders, anxiously maligned / There’s no relief, cuz the air there is to breathe / is rife with contagious deceit

Hey, Jack! Get back! We’ve got a new disease / The novel virus blackens our sensibilities
Casting a murk upon our neighbors, you, and me / Can we prescribe a remedy

Poverty, starvation, homelessness and fear Paranoia / Desperation rears / It’s ugly head / When people brutally resign / Conceding to scarcity

Hey, Jack! Get back! We’ve got a new disease / The novel virus blackens our sensibilities
Profit and inequity drive the morally depraved / Matters not for those who crave

Off with their heads!

Chad Kesegi