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I don't know how the world works, but I'm not working.
And I don't care how the world turns, I stopped turning.
Yesterday, I discovered my head irretrievably floating in space, once a promise to keep's now a withered and faded disgrace.
And who said there's a value to confronting reality? I'd rather hang 'til I choke on my own insecurities.
Shoulda gone easy, I'd still be drinking every night trying to take you home. Shoulda gone easy, I'd make sure every single night held a fight we could not resolve.
I don't know how to change much, comfortable in serfdom, but I can make you change, if the cash drawers open.
Cuz today, I discovered my head had deflated returned in one piece, still the promise I made seems like a cry of defeat.
And who said there's a value to confronting reality? I'd rather hang 'til I choke on my own insecurities...
Shoulda gone easy, I'd still be drinking every night trying to take you home. Shoulda gone easy, I'd make sure every single night held a fight we could not resolve.
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How To Try
03:01
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This summer, you fell victim to your appetite for leisure. Unknown lovers, conveniently positioned over the months.
It's a cozy slumber, you wake up in places you never thought you'd see. But it pulls you under, as you cling to the lure of your own fantasies.
Cuz you fucked all their advice when they tried to reach you, every single voice said you slipped away.
Looking back at life when your dreams defeat you, you'll know they were right I can hear you say, "I still don't know how to cry, and I still don't know how to try."
This winter, approaches quickly in it's unfamiliar features, with known lovers, impossibly positioned miles away.
It's a cozy struggle if you pretend you're exactly where you want to be. But it pulls you under, as you drown in the swirl of your own fantasies.
Cuz you fucked all their advice when they tried to reach you, every single voice said you slipped away.
Looking back at life when your dreams defeat you, you'll know they were right I can hear you say, "I still don't know how to cry, and I still don't know how to try."
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Accidental Vegan
04:54
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Tried to give up drinking, but that didn't work, did it work for you?
Tried to give up thinking, but that still works as I spin all confused.
Tried to give up loving and I broke your heart. Thought that I could finish, never had a start.
Seems like every question I can measure has got an answer, but I keep spinning wreckage and disaster through my answers.
Drove out here all by myself but you rode along with me. Picked you up outside of town, was the last time I felt free. Roamed outside badlands with you, pitching tents and singing blues. Did you join me on this lost journey just to be dropped off stumbling through the lonely city?
Tried to give up slipping but I still flirt with the deepest of lows.
Tried to give up blinking, still think that work holds an antidote.
Tried to give up loving, never had a start. Thought that I was different, just another callous heart, alone, alone, alone, alone.
Seems like every question I can measure has got an answer, but I keep spinning wreckage and disaster through my answers.
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Regressing
03:03
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You dropped me half past eight, on a corner of a town, that I've been to once before still I can't find my way around. Especially without you.
I stumble in a haze, try to sleep inside a shop, but the clatter and the clank of the coffee maker stops my dreams, or maybe it's the caffeine in my bloodstream.
And how did I become so confused? By what I thought I'd take free from you?
Cuz I feel, that I'm regressing all the time. Will I heal these repressive scars that bind? When I feel that I'm regressing all the time, to possessive thoughts that blind, my regressions from my eyes...
I stumble through the day, try to mellow out my thoughts, take a walk along the beach pretending I'm someone I'm not. It's okay, I don't expect you to believe me anyways.
And how did I become so confused? By what I thought I'd take free from you?
Cuz I feel, that I'm regressing all the time. Will I heal these repressive scars that bind? When I feel that I'm regressing all the time, to possessive thoughts that blind, my regressions from my eyes...
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Vanishing
03:39
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I'm only happy in the spring. I'm only happy before I'm inside what I'm looking forward to.
I'm only happy when I sing. I'm only happy when I can disguise myself from another's view.
Cuz now that I'm falling out of youth, and now that I've fallen so far from you, I'm loosing grasp of what once held me up.
And now that I'm falling out of youth, and now that I've fallen so far from you, I'm loosing track of which direction's up.
Everybody talks about their problems, problems, everybody talks about their problems. So I'm shifting my gaze to advantages, at the risk of my sanity vanishing.
I'm never happy when I dream, I'm never happy when I'm wandering lost through dark ruins of my mind.
I'm never happy when I scheme. I'm never happy when I pit my life against friends in circus strife.
Cuz now that I'm falling out of youth, and now that I've fallen so far from you, I'm loosing grasp of what once held me up.
And now that I'm falling out of youth, and now that I've fallen so far from you, I'm loosing track of which direction's up.
Everybody talks about their problems, problems, everybody talks about their problems. So I'm shifting my gaze to advantages, at the risk of my sanity vanishing.
Vanishing...
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Seattle
03:32
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You left your little black shoes with me, I guess I thought that meant you would return.
You even left your precious bag of memories, I guess I had the courtesy to leave them undisturbed.
But now it seems I spend my time inside my head alone at night, my thoughts are more a scramble than a blur.
And now it seems that all my dreams are failing, faded, hopeless schemes, think I oughtta pack it up and go north.
So goodbye palm trees, hello pines. I've got Seattle on my mind. The grass is always greener where the sun don't shine, and I'll get Seattle in time.
You left your little black heart at sea, cuz I'm guessing that you never will return.
Now I can burn your precious bag of memories. I held them as a blessing, I'll destroy them as a curse.
Cuz now it seems I spend my time inside my head alone at night, my thoughts are more a scramble than a blur.
Now it seems that all my dreams are failing, faded, hopeless schemes, think I oughtta pack it up and go north.
So goodbye palm trees, hello pines. I've got Seattle on my mind. The grass is always greener where the sun don't shine, and I'll get Seattle in time.
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Thee Occasion Spirit
03:20
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Calling all followers of thee occasion spirit, the spirit of never knowing where you are.
Calling all followers to thee occasion spirit, the spirits only waiting at the next bar.
So let's never put any promises on our time and see: it never approaching ominous when our plans disagree.
There's a simple freedom with no expectations and no goals. Tell me who's misleading who if we all end up on our own?
Thee Occasion Spirit, occasionally I'll fall for Thee Occasion Spirit, occasionally I'm lost in the thralls. If this all fails now if this all ends neatly, we can just walk away. With my head hung high will my heart stop bleeding, I might need you just to say...
"Calling all followers of thee occasion spirit, the spirit never getting very far.
Calling all followers to thee occasion spirit, the spirits only waiting 'til it gets dark."
So let's never put any promises on our time and see: it never approaching ominous when our plans disagree.
There's a simple freedom with no expectations and no goals. Tell me who's misleading who if we all end up on our own?
Thee Occasion Spirit, occasionally I'll fall for Thee Occasion Spirit, occasionally I'm lost in the thralls. If this all fails now if this all ends neatly, we can just walk away. With my head hung high will my heart stop bleeding, I might need you just to save...
Thee Occasion Spirit, occasionally that's all, save...
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Critix
04:51
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You're just a bunch of flies hovering 'round our heads. You spread so much shit that you confuse yourselves with it, what a feat.
You're just a bunch of flies hovering 'round our heads. You can love music but until you contribute you're spreading disease.
Critix...
You're just a bunch of trolls, hiding beneath some bridge. You've never lifted a stone yet you still charge a toll to cross over it.
You're just a bunch of pigs standing upon some cliff, you can look into the sky but if you try to fly you'll fall to your death.
Critix...
We're just a bunch of cowards, hiding beneath our fears. We'll never reveal our souls cuz we don't wanna show a blemish or tic.
We're just a bunch of cowards, hiding behind our mirrors. We buy into the exchange cux we're so fucking vain we need to hear:
Appraisal from the critx....
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Chrystian Rawk Oakland, California
Chrystian Rawk is a 4 piece Oakland based outfit committed to the honest fight for sanity in face of the many petty
metaphysical crises of early adulthood.
Chrystian Rawk is a derivative, post-grunge, ABABCB song form, guitar centered rawk band.
Chrystian Rawk is holding nothing back.
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