Xanax holiday

Man I am stressed, maybe I’ll just take a vacation. Too bad that thought stresses me out, wait another one does too.

Fuck it, I’ll do it anyway, I have to get over this !!! Well…. well…. well….. A blue pill. My shit is bad like really bad. See you in psychiatric ward bad. Damn that was close. Anyway back to reality. Being in the bunkered down with thoughts of anxiety sucks and it’s scary. (Wait aren’t vacations supposed to be fun?) 

Well golly this little blue pill sure is amazing. Makes all the static go away no more anxiety, joy!!! 

Looks like you forgot. If you swing the see saw one way the other way moves too. Do you have emotion anymore? Is it worth it for emotions or live a life of a zombie. Shit, I’m just tired all… need a nap. Get me to bed. Oh shit I’m here at my holiday. Oh no am I going to die??? Fight, fight, no. Tornado too strong, blue rain time. Is this worth it? Should I end it?

Is that why there’s an accordion at the end. (Resolve it/ no fuck it/ well did I ? )

Lyrics

Xanax holiday 

Slipped away 
My yesterday 

A happy treat 
From stark retreats 

A saddened play 
With brighter days 

A cardboard seat
With sadder treats 

Cause we’re not going down
Drugs is all we need 
And blue is all we know
And life is all that’s gone 

A blast away 
From yesterday 

A battered whore
Looking for that score

A sudden glaze
A saddened blaze

Porkpie feet
With Concrete teeth

Cause we’re not going down
Drugs is all we need 
And blue is all we know
And life is all that’s gone

Xanax Holiday

Symbiotic love 

Romeo and Juliet. That’s unrequited love right. He/she loved the other and they longed for something. Shakespeare can’t be wrong can he? Well…. In this case isn’t that like a drug. The crack addict needs his fix. Well what fix? What are you trying to fix? Fixing a house that’s built on a shitty foundation. Sure you can layer cheap sex and sad kisses but your not making me buy that fixer upper. 

But she looks like such a nice girl. Just one more time. Please pretty pretty please. This time it will be different I swear.

Lyrics

Symbiotic love 

Sometimes your lullaby 
Makes me break down and cry 

 Crashing in your arms. 
Where your skin doesn’t want me 

Just give me one more night of restless dancing 
 One more night to dull the pain 
 One more night of endless asking. 
One more night to feel insane 

Knowing when it’s done 
I can smell  it in your lies  

Betting on those days 
When the world had a goodbye 

Just give me one more night of restless dancing 
 One more night to dull the pain 
 One more night of endless asking. 
One more night to feel insane

Symbiotic Love

Killing Fields 

God I have to work again, why? It’s meaningless. A constant pushing of the wheel that goes no where. What’s the point? Buying things only fills up a gas tank that never gets full. Damn, what do I do? Good question. 

Bing Bing, AHHHHHHHHH Ring Ring. Stop thinking drone it’s time for work. You don’t get paid to think. Push that wheel. Drown out your dreams and move your mindless buttons. 

Lyrics

Killing fields 

Awake 
Covered in flies 
Locked up disguise 

Tired 
Falling in deep 
Work till defeat 

Get a job 
Try a normal way
Just because 
Then you’ll be ok 

9 to 5
Then you’ll be alive
Just because 
Then you’ll be alright 

Mourn for your king 
He’s long and dead
Went to those killing fields 

Try for the past 
It’s long and vast 
Went to those killing fields 

Asleep 
Rising nightmare 
Needing my pills 

Dead
Resting on dirt
One with the worms 

Get a job 
Try a normal way
Just because 
Then you’ll be ok 

9 to 5
Then you’ll be alive
Just because 
Then you’ll be alright 

Mourn for your king 
He’s long and dead
Went to those killing fields 

Try for the past 
It’s long and vast 
Went to those killing fields

Killing Fields

Bandit 

Last Call!!! Last Call!!! Shit, could you stop with that flickering light. I still got this delicious beer and I’m not tired. Yea well he wants me the fuck out. Damn bartender has to go back to his wife and kids and his normal PC life. 
What do I got? Just this drunken moment then I’m off to crawl into a tunnel of lost joy. 

Maybe Matt will let me go sleep at his crib tonight or Mike. Hopefully. Then where will I go? Guess I just need someone to talk to or just a place to stay but more a place to stay. I know SHE loves me never lets me down. That warm embrace. A hug of never ending love.

God damn he’s staring at me. No really get the fuck out. No one’s answering shit. I thought my snake charms work but their ain’t any snakes around to charm anymore. Maybe I’ll go somewhere else where no one has heard my song yet. 


Lyrics

Bandit 

Down on a truck stop 
Waiting for you. 

Trapped in this cold rock 
Trying to break thru

Maybe she’ll call me
Maybe she’ll want me 

Broke on a cut prop 
Tying up glass rooms 

Please don’t make me go home
I got no place to go 
You know this is my home and I….
Can’t go home

I don’t want to leave 
The night is still young
You know this is my home and I…
Can’t go home

Up on a smoke yacht
Tired of you 

Strapped in this smack shop 
Beyond choral moons 

Maybe she’ll call me
Maybe she’ll want me 

Broke on a cut prop 
Tying up glass rules

Please don’t make me go home
I got no place to go 
You know this is my home and I….
Can’t go home

I don’t want to leave 
The night is still young
You know this is my home and I…
Can’t go home

Bandit

Mr EGO

Ah….. yes you know this man well. That’s the same guy that thinks he is better than everyone. That deep down narcissistic part of you, controlled by impulses, emotions, and nature.

But in this case it’s not you. It’s some fictional character. I’ll call him Nate. Nate plays music (like your familiar author, hmm?). loves a girl thinks she loves him. The same old love story. 

Too bad her profession is a call girl. Yea, being a musician is cool and all but sometimes you fall in love even if you know it’s bad. 

She does indeed come down to his show. But never for love. Those drugs/ quick highs (see told you that in the intro) are her messiahs. 

Nate knows this. He’s an improvisational guy. He doesn’t let thoughts get to him. He just jams, no words, wait….. keep playing that…. I like that…..

Lyrics

Mr ego

Why’d you come down to my show 
When all you wanted was some blow 

Little flowers along that nose 
And you wanted was alone

And me… 
And me ….

Tell me why you went to bed 
With another man who is not me
And smells like cheap sex 
He is not me and he just wants cash 

Mindy sat next to her snow 
Waiting slowly for that glow 

Empty patterns fill that low 
And all she wanted was alone

And me….
And me…..

Tell me why you went to bed 
With another man who is not me
And smells like cheap sex 
He is not me and he just wants cash

Mr Ego

Run away

Well shit this one came to me in a weird way. I met some Young Ukrainian dude. 

Cool Guy. (?Maybe… war kinda ages you?) Told me a story about how he had to hide from bombs for 2 days. 
Tad bit socially awkward. 
Also drank way too much. Chill out on those pilsners guy

More of a computer programmer/gamer/twitch viewer that only goes to bars to look at boobies 
Not actually interact. 

And with that you get this song

Cocaine is a hell of a drug isn’t it.

Except when it’s not being done by a cool funk artist. 
Just some Wall Street finance dude trying to keep that dow jones high.

 Guy was having such a great time. Even saw him do some lines off tits. 

Also saw you crying in the bathroom.

Closing the toilet door doesn’t silence 

Also your not happy your dishonest

Cocaine Paradise

Grow Up

2 Lives

Greeting Card Goodbye

All The Days

I arise from the RV
A Phoenix stomping on the ashes of the past

I find Kindred spirits 
Collective shamans uniting finding the truth

I document the Journey 
All of it's failures and beauties

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