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Ohio Blues
04:01
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Straight from the slums of Ohio
Where my heart when long ago
Sing out your heart girl
It's a sweeter lullaby
Like tobacco/liquor cries
Oh-oh-oh
Fake every emotion
That you've ever seen from me
That you've ever heard from me'
I am a lie
Hate my only motive
Blanket fingertips
I can't go home
So I sing:
Holy, God has done nothing but torture me
And every one says:
Holy shit, everything is perfectly dead
God's a girl and she wants to kill me
And everyone here is trying to me make fear me
Well that's not gonna work
Holy, God has done nothing but torture me
And every one still says:
Holy shit, everything is perfectly dead
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It takes 12 strong beers to get it out of my head
Just another sob in my bed
The lachrymose the catacombs
I want to know all the roads
The tricks, the stitch the ones that I'm waiting for
Can you open up those sores
The wish that I couldn't feel anymore
Is going right out that door
Show me that happy days
Show me the worst of ways
That you've ever felt in your life
Show me what I can do
Show me what I can prove
To make a heart feel alright
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Bad Blues
03:15
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My heart, like the open seas
It's awfully big and so scary
My words can be deafening
Killing my lungs bringing up the sweets
I'm fucking worth more than I said
16 then I was better off dead
Fear in the skull that's inked on me
Train yard gleaming some sweet apathy
You've got it bad now it's true
It's true
You've gotten sad now ya blue
Ya blue
(clapping and shouting)
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4. |
Never Bright
03:02
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All my friends rotten at my bones again
Though they may never know the sins of a real man
Beer bottle caps overflowing my pockets
No one ever certain of where I might go
I swear you were all I saw
Every time I opened my heart
The river suffered under my breathe
But I've still been trying to be my best
I swallowed hell whole, spit out my two skulls
One for all my good and all my faults
If death may greet me I know it's for the right things
Cause I was always wrong and never bright
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Are You Clean?
02:59
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Fixing up a shot from blow barrels
Friends dying I'm on line number 12
These people aren't artists their fascists
Fake smiles like trains slicing through
So play me like F holes got one in my heart
And one coming for my head
And it's all over cause a gun ain't enough if
You can't use it
You can't use it
So I'll get all drunk/broken up, tear your garden
Plant weeds full of problems to kill
Cause it's you that I thought of
When that train came slicing through
I came through
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Teenage Moms Neenah, Wisconsin
We started this thing back in April of '15. Played a little art show, liked each other. Yadda-yadda-
yadda.
We are Teenage Moms. A laughable name, yes, but now that we've broken the ice... tell us about yourselves.
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