I'm sinking slowly into this abyss
Cocktails, hors d'oeuvres, you blow us a kiss

Ah... getting ready for nothing
Ah... getting ready for nothing
Ah... (Always spending so much time)
We're getting ready for nothing
Ah... (How long have we stood in line?)
We're getting ready for nothing

Hang on while I go take a shower
We all must be ready at the top of the hour
Wining, dining, fucking our lives away
Never ask ourselves what was accomplished today

Ah... getting ready for nothing
Ah... we're getting ready for nothing
Ah... (Always spending so much time)
We're getting ready for nothing
Ah... (How long have we stood in line?)
We're getting ready for nothing
Ooh ah... (We're always spending so much time)
Getting ready for nothing (All ready for nothing)
Ah... (How long have we stood in line?)
We're getting ready for nothing (All ready for nothing)
Ooh ah... (Always spending so much time)
We're getting ready for nothing
Ooh ah... (How long, how long)
Ah... (Always spending so much time)
We're getting ready for nothing (How long will I be here?)
No... (How long have we stood in line?)
Getting ready for nothing

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Kevin Scollins - guitar

Ready For Nothing

I see you winking, this one's for real
Don't need convincing I'm not a creep
Boba tea, burnt trees
You're not a tease, take me to eternity

Don't say that I'm the wrong guy
I'm a blind shot bullseye
Getting caught up in your crosshairs
Dead meat, don't care

Blinded and stupid, all of us humans
Spicy is life, cumin cupid
Do you look like the photo?
Keep me guessing while you're loading up your ammo

Don't say that I'm the wrong guy
I'm a blind shot bullseye
Getting caught up in your crosshairs
Dead meat, don't care
You will hunt me through the grapevine
Blind shot bullseye
Made a weak man of a strong guy
I'm a blind shot bullseye

Ooh am I a lover of you
You're running through my shampoo
Made a home of my room
It's so soon (So soon)
So soon, so soon

Don't say that I'm the wrong guy
I'm a blind shot bullseye
Getting caught up in your crosshairs
Dead meat, don't care
You will hunt me through the grapevine
Blind shot bullseye
Made a weak man of a strong guy
I'm a blind shot bullseye

(Ooh running wild)
(A bullseye)
(Blind shot bullseye)

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Giuliano Scarfo - drum kit

Bullseye

It's the city...

Caught in the gridlock again
On the freeway to limbo
Skinny blue lines showing estimated times
Say a prayer as I try to make it home tonight
It's the city you never leave
Bounce back like a pinball
Gotta get out but I'm stuck in the ride
Say a prayer as I try to make it home tonight

There're no more takeaways
From 15 strangers a day
So give me the instant pay
Nothing left in the tank to negotiate, 'cause I'm

Caught in the gridlock again
On the freeway to limbo
Skinny blue lines showing estimated times
Say a prayer as I try to make it home tonight
It's the city you never leave
Bounce back like a pinball
Gotta get out but I'm stuck in the ride
Say a prayer as I try to make it home tonight

Say a prayer as I grind until the end of the night
Say a prayer as I wonder if I'm dead or alive

Caught in the gridlock again
On the freeway to limbo
Skinny blue lines showing estimated times
Say a prayer as I try to make it home tonight
It's the city you never leave
Bounce back like a pinball (Never leave, never leave, never leave)
Gotta get out but I'm stuck in the ride
Say a prayer as I try to make it home alive (Trying just to survive)

(Skinny blue lines...)
(Say a prayer as I try to make it home tonight)
(City you never leave)
Gotta get out but I'm stuck in the ride
Say a prayer as I try to make it home alive (Trying just to survive)

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Kevin Scollins - guitar
Max Weinstein - drum kit

Prairie Ave.

Pass on the party, we could be at home tonight
My back is a bother, you know I prefer daylight
You thought that you were planning so much more
Oh well

You're wearing a frown, I'm letting you down
I do what I want, whatever amount
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down
Will you be around, you still be around?

Dressed to impress with your makeup done on point for me
The look on your face says you must have spent an hour, or three
You thought that you were planning so much more
Oh well

You're wearing a frown, I'm letting you down
I do what I want, whatever amount
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down
Will you be around, you still be around?
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down
Will you be around, you still be around?

You got a winner baby, just need time
To get rid of the thoughts that linger on my mind
You thought that you were planning so much more
Oh well

You're wearing a frown, I'm letting you down
I do what I want, whatever amount
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down
Will you be around, you still be around?
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down (I'm letting you down)
I do what I want, whatever amount
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down (Down...)
Will you be around, you still be around? (Still be around)
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down
I do what I want, whatever amount
I'm letting you down, I'm letting you down (Down...)
Will you be around, you still be around?

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Ali Memarian - guitar
Giuliano Scarfo - drum kit

Letting You Down

Interlude (Shoulda Been I)

Establish one more LLC
Shielding you from responsibility
You're gonna eat us, BLT
You're such a killer, Company 19
Infecting us so clean
With such efficiency
Tearing up this country
You're such a killer, Company 19

This vision is crazy
You lost your 20/20 (Crazy)
You have a Kodak moment
Own all the equity
Are they a friend of yours?
The one who opens doors
To potential complicity
In human suffering (Suffering)

Thought when I was 16
Dystopian regime
Was all a joke to me
Caught in complacency

Can you comply with me
Follow my hand and see
I'll make a headline speech
Distract from suffering
How do you say you're pissed?
Colon parenthesis
Lost in the fog of ones
Can't zero in on it

Establish one more LLC
Shielding you from responsibility
You're gonna eat us, BLT
You're such a killer, Company 19
Infecting us so clean
With such efficiency
Tearing up this country
You're such a killer, Company 19

Disaster is the biggest opportunity
Who lifts the weight of the economy?
Will you go back to work, oh won't you please?
You know the stimulus is just a tease
Some will end up 6 feet below the breeze
Don't let them poison the whole industry
Continue killing us through policy

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Connor Musarra - drum kit
David Phillips - synthesizers
Benjamin Wisoff - guitar

Company 19

I can't sleep tonight
Knowing that my head ain't right
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind

24/7 living nothing like heaven
Eating through hours like a 7-Eleven
I'll pay my dues
Or is this abuse?
The future is hard to see
Just trying to get through the week
But if you fuck with me
Then you'll be part of history
And there's that creeping feeling
It's my soul that it's stealing
Can't you see that I'm reeling?
And now it's 5 AM

I can't sleep tonight
Knowing that my head ain't right
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind, out of sight
Days are born from nights
Some go wrong, what can I write?
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind

A light sleeper, night creeper, high keeper yeah
A bad dreamer, mad friend of that cheeba yeah
My waking life torn apart at the seams
Make me wish I never had these dreams, oww

And I can't sleep tonight
Knowing that my head ain't right
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind, out of sight
Days are born from nights
Some go wrong, what can I write?
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind

I gotta do it baby
I gotta make it better
I pray for better days
But all I see is stormy weather
I swear I never seen a cloud so high
That I jump and keep falling
Or I can't die, ah
Something's gonna catch me
If it don't how much you bet me
I won't come back as a ghost
And host a nightmare party?
Just to roast my bro's body
Fuck 'em if I don't know 'em
Or maybe stay up alone
And write a poem
Goodnight

I can't sleep tonight
Knowing that my head ain't right
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind, out of sight
Days are born from nights
Some go wrong, what can I write?
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
To be out of my mind
And I can't sleep tonight
(I can't sleep)
Knowing that my head ain't right
(I can't sleep)
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
(I can't sleep)
To be out of my mind, out of sight
Days are born from nights
(I can't sleep)
Some go wrong, what can I write?
(I can't sleep)
Sip the pen and I'll take flight
(I can't sleep)
To be out of my mind

Ooh... (Baba-di, baba-di-yo di-yo)
(Baba-di, baba-di-yo di-yo)
(Baba-di, baba-di-yo di-yo)
(Baba-di-yo di-yo)
I can't sleep
I'll take flight

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dudetunes - vocals

Out Of Sight (feat. dudetunes)

Yesterday was a bad day, good night
I slept at my girl's place, no fights
Slept like a baby man, it was nice
But I miss all the bright lights, I fantasize
About a future that's as good
As the past had promised
Thinking too far ahead
Something's gotta keep me honest
And I can't help but take a hit
Of that drug, nostalgia

Takes me back
Takes me back
Takes me back, takes me back
(Me back, me back, me back)

(Take me back, take me back yeah)

Wake up the morning after
Sunshine, New England air
Breathe in, exhale
The weather is mighty fair
There ain't no hangover
No baggy-eyed cheeky grins
There ain't no city lights
No bottles of Bombay gin (Bombay)
It takes me back to a place I once occupied
I was a foreigner yet I felt so bona-fide
Take-take me back to a place
Where I don't have to hide

Takes me back
(You can take me back downstream)
Takes me back
(Scattered memories, sweet dreams)
Takes me back, takes me back
(Me back, me back, me back)
Back, back, back, back
Back, back, back
Back, back

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Takes Me Back

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Broken Keys - production
LukeOutThere - guitar + production

Interlude (Panini's)

1, 2, 3, 4

Say, "Sh'ma" like my ma always sang
Go to sleep little angel Chiquita
Sleepy Pie rest your eyes
'Til the smiling sun rises
My sweet little one

I know that some nights can be scary (Be scary)
I'll sing a song now
To help you calm down
Don't you worry
I hear the music ring

Say, "Sh'ma" like my ma always sang
Go to sleep little angel Chiquita
Sleepy Pie rest your eyes
'Til the smiling sun rises
My sweet little one
Ven aqui junto a mi
Cuando triste o feliz
Vente aqui chiquitita
Come right here next to me
In my arms cuddling
My sweet little one

(Don't you worry)

Say, "Sh'ma" like my ma always sang
Go to sleep little angel Chiquita
Sleepy Pie rest your eyes
'Til the smiling sun rises
My sweet little one
Ven aqui junto a mi
Cuando triste o feliz
Vente aqui chiquitita
Come right here next to me
In my arms cuddling
My sweet little one

(Da, da da, da da)
(Ma, ma ma, ma ma)

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David Guillaume - bg vocals
Dina Morales - vocals
Max Weinstein - drum kit
Benjamin Wisoff - acoustic guitar

Sleepy Pie

The more we communicate
The more we learn
The more we love and hate
Something we can't equate
To just a feeling on a certain date

The more we communicate
The more we fear
The more we contemplate
No matter what we say
Our words will always be a little late

It's time to say what defines us
And keep the past behind us
And I know you care about nobody else
You know I care about nobody too
So what we gonna do?
Yeah what we gonna do?

The more we communicate
The more we learn
The more we love and hate
Something we can't equate
To just a feeling on a certain date

There's nothing left to lose
And nothing left to gain
My mind is so placid
I don't feel any joy or any pain
But sometime every day I'm reminded
You're still in my veins
Sometime every day I'm reminded
You're still in my veins

The more we communicate
The more we learn
The more we love and hate
Something we can't equate
To just a feeling on a certain date
The more we communicate
The more we fear
The more we contemplate
No matter what we say
Our words will always be a little late
The more we communicate
The more we learn
The more we love and hate
Something we can't equate
To just a feeling on a certain date
The more we communicate
The more we fear
The more we contemplate
No matter what we say
Our words will always be a little late
Our words will always be a-
(Woohoo-oh)
The more we comm-
(Oh-ah ooh-ah-ooh-woah)

Our words will always be a little late

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Communicate

Sus This (Wisoff & Dudetunes)

Everyone wonders if W is off...

I make crunchy punchy music.