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released April 27, 2016

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generation no Waco, Texas

"you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?"
-nietzche

"a singer-songwriter who can neither sing nor write songs."
-generation no

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Track Name: Loser
Questioning my own beliefs
And everything I used to pride myself on
I’ve been rejected

By my mirror image,
Used to be so kind to me
And now what is reflected

Is only my enemy
Only my enemy

Chorus:
Do I even care anymore?
Do I even know who I am?
Does anyone understand?
No shit, I think I’m losing my mind
Losing my mind

Staring into blank space
‘Cause I don’t wanna lose face
In this staring contest with myself

Wondering who will win
Is half the fun, the other half
Is knowing that I’ll always lose

I’ll always lose

Chorus

Questioning my own beliefs
Because of something that you said to me
Something I heard

Your music mirrors my beliefs only if I change them
And yet I still so worship you
Now…

I wanna be like you!
Track Name: iloveyou
I love you.

These words should not
elicit frantic, heart-wrenching, terrifying
thoughts of lost masculinity
and withered social graces.

I love your stupid teeth
and your stupid hair
and your stupid smile.

What else is there?

I love you.
Write me something
to write home about,
weary traveler.
I am the mermaid on the rocks
and you're just trying to get yours off,
while I pray my song pulls you in
and makes you stay
but there is beauty in defeat
and there is beauty in you and me
and fuck, fuck, fuck,
Fuck me, please, until I'm sore.
Track Name: Pirate's Lament
on your sea, i saw
the face of the protagonist
frankly, i was disappointed
by the sheer lack of hubris

if i was in his position
i'd be so much happier
but instead i'm left here wishing
i was the sailor

i've got bigger and better sails than he, but i can't catch the wind
and though i caught your eye, i remember it first belonged to him
i've got a score to settle with the mirror, when i raise my fists it fights
back to back, heart attack, and god's not on on my side

on your sea, i got sick
you turn me inside out
what was once dismissed with a blush
i feel the need to shout

i'm confessing all my sins
sanitizer keeps my hands clean
i'm not asking for applause
just be my blow job queen

chorus

i am the pirate
i've accepted my place
you are a pirate
with a tendency to masquerade
he sees right through you, and he doesn't care
i see right through you and assert that life's not fair

i am the pirate
so get the hell out of my way
you are a pirate
with a tendency to masturbate
he says he loves you, and i can't compete
he's a sailor, he's a man of faith, he's better than me
Track Name: Dandelion Wine
I never got to meet the professor
who died and left me his books
handwritten notes stuffed in the margin
are all that is left of a seemingly eccentric man

I mean, I’m sure he had a family
but I can’t even recall his name
he was dead to me before I knew him
brought together by fate
or my mother’s decision
TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN

I’ll probably never meet the man
who changed my life at fourteen
and, really, that’s okay
‘cause all he could do is disappoint me
I don’t wanna think about his family
or the way my tongue rolled over his name
I was nothing to him like great scholars before
brought together by the magazines made for little girls
TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN

I’ll probably never get over what you did
Even though it was a million years ago
because I’ll never do that ever again
your place in my spine shall remain sacred
TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN

I’ll never get to know the girl
whose face is vaguely familiar
I guess I’m responsible
I participated, I was vulgar
I’ll never get to know that girl
‘cause she disappeared that night in the rain
you told me to just drive home
the cross broke off my sarcophagus, was it fate?

and the flowers grow from where he was buried
and you pluck them during the on-season
and the weeds grow from where our love was buried
i stomp them out 'cause salvation's a fairy
tale for the weak-minded
and that's why i'm a WASTE kid
Track Name: John
Look at who's playing the hero
Are we meant to deceive? I don't know
But if it's something ingrained in our brains, human nature
Well, then sir you are greatly adept
Don't blame me, for all of this

Sinners come in all shapes and sizes
You may wish to bury the past, but don't be surprised if
it comes to back to bite you in the ass, I'm warning you
So you're either with me or not
You're either true or your false

It's necessary to get what I need
It's not about life right now
It's not about me
It's about principle

Don't pass judgment too quickly, John
I'm aiming to achieve revolution
And if that's something you can't comprehend, I'm sorry
It's not senseless violence or just good ol' fun
The world will have changed when this is done

Chorus
John

Demons litter your body like cigarette butts on the highway
demons litter the streets like vagabonds using useless excuses to keep leeching on
Demons litter your body like Bud Light bottles on the highway
Demons litter the streets like hipsters content to disobey their fathers
Track Name: Tillie's Punctured Romance
Sequestered in my knowledge that we’re all the same
And if no one’s figured it out,
what hope do I have?

We’re all building spiderwebs
Intricate and sticky, but ultimate
ly meant to be torn down
by the ladders others carry around
We’re all lying to ourselves
And we all know it, but we don’t care
Human nature seems to prevail…
“I’m so attracted to your hell”

And this thing between my legs
is the reason as far as I can tell
as far as you can tell too
ooh-ooh
And this thing that takes up my head
Is just space, I’m in the clouds
I’m looking for a ladder to bring me down
I just bring you down
There’s nothing up here,
there’s nothing up here
there’s nothing up there!

but you’re so insistent
It’s suspicious
and I’m so resistant
it’s suspicious

They’re just building spiderwebs
Hoping to attract stupid insects
Take your so-called enlightenment
And I’ll take my pseudo-misanthropic stance
We’re all lying to ourselves
And we all know it, but we don’t care
Human nature seems to prevail…
and we don’t stand a chance
Track Name: Turtles
The chair is checkered
its fabric, tattered
the man in it
hasn’t moved in weeks
His tele-
vision
long out-of-date
bunny ears and jerry springer
he likes to call it faith

his wife
tends to him
and she’s
conflicted
he’s either a fool, a martyr or both
and she’s still just a woman

I’m meant for something more, he cries
I’m meant for not fire, not ice
ghosts don’t exist, but my past is filled with them
so bring me my beer as I waste away here
I'm meant for something more
The innocent
are just a myth
perpetuated by the twisted old folk
in order to set ambience for their stories
It’s awfully gory
it’s terribly grotesque
that bastards are bastards no matter their age
made an sos sign with blue acrylic paint
Their parents fight
and they cry at night
but protective services and ritalin
couldnt take back their fucking fates

I’m meant for something more, he cries
I’m meant for not fire, not ice
ghosts don’t exist, but my past is filled with them
so bring me my beer as I waste away here
I'm meant for something more

Slow and steady wins the race
His wife checks his pulse
two times in the night and once after toast
when he’s finally gone she feels no remorse
takes her vitamins, prays and finishes up her chores
Im meant for something more, he cries
I’m meant for something, not fire, not ice
ghosts don’t exist, but my past is filled with them
I’m oh-so-devout, I’ve figured everything out
so bring me my beer as I waste away here
Track Name: Blood on the Road
I can do what I want to
I could figure you out
I could easily destroy you
But that would mean getting off of this couch
There are wheels on the pavement
There’s blood on the road
And I’m completely content
Knowing that there’s stuff that I’ll never know
There are liars on display
Martyrs for pathetic causes
I said my piece but I’ll stay
I don’t acknowledge them so why count my losses?
I can do what I want to
Using government-supplied needles
I can sleep in a haystack
Because last month I was evicted
There are wheels on the pavement
But I can’t hear a sound (I can’t hear a sound)
There are things that you’re saying
But I’ve learned not to get my hopes up
I’ve always said that disappointment lurks around every corner
maybe that’s why in my life I travel in a straight line
but there are some cons to adhering to the beaten path
first and foremost you’re always the first to be beaten down
I can do what I want to
I can do what I want to
I can do what I want to
I can do what I want to
That’s what my parents said
Track Name: Ghosts
Sit down in your easy chair
Sit your sorry ass right there
I got a lot to say, just like any woman
Sit down in your easy chair
Sit your sorry ass right there
I got a lot to say, and like any man, you’d rather walk away
Are you really that desperate for a ghost?
Tell me what it is you want the most
You hold me close, you hold me like you know I’m gonna die
Maybe it’s easier when you control goodbye
Are you really that desperate?
Sit down, too drunk you can’t stand up
Is the room spinning, is it the pub?
I got a lot to say, but I threw up instead
Sit down, too drunk you can’t stand up
Is the room spinning, is it the bud?
I got a lot to say, but instead I got in your bed
Are you really that desperate for a ghost?
Tell me what it is you want the most
It’s like heaven’s close, and I can touch it if only I try
Maybe it’s easier to tell myself these stupid lies
Am I really that desperate?