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Glass Half Empty
02:35
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Another land mine in my line. Can't help myself from heading straight there every time. Briefly blinded by the light. The shrapnel penetrating every vein inside, but I'm fine. Misapprehension every time! These tragedies are all benign. Made a mountain out of shake. Things tend to work themselves out, but I can’t escape the panic of all this extra heavy weight. My shoulders hold the load but always seem to ache. Misapprehension every time! These tragedies are all benign. Misapprehension every time. Disasters painted in my mind. These tragedies are all benign.
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Drew Street Blues
02:31
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This siren is searing. A constant strain on my existence. This darkness is haunting. Do you require my motivation now? This morning is irreverent. Another day I'll barely get through. And I cry "Help me find an alibi. Help me find an alibi to keep me here with you." School traffic. So crushing. A brief disdain for education. My heart rate is climbing. Can I reserve my right to stay in bed? But I know I have to go, I'm much too old to fake the flu. And with all these bills to pay I'll waste another day just making do. Well I'd rather waste my time with you.
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Indifferent Strokes
02:27
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I feel the weight of my guitar and I suddenly lose interest in writing, cause putting words to music can be hard with all your aspirations gone. But its gotta count for something, this nothing we've been doing for so long. So lets find a patent place to hide in my backyard. Out on the lawn where we'll accomplish nothing. Constructive dialogue or blatant disregard? We got so high. The world was burning but we never seemed to mind. That stabbing pain between your eyes is only a reminder that something is keeping you alive despite your crimes. Managed to make some sense of life and walk away with most of your senses in tact, but on the mend. So we'll find a quiet place to lay in my backyard. Out on the lawn where all these snakes surround me. They hear the cries as we bleed out without regard. Oh what a time! At least the neighbors got a chance to see us die. Apathetic to a fault I will remain. But there's still time to change, cause there's always tomorrow, until there isn't, and we'll never understand it anyway. Just sit and stare to pass the time. We all know where we're going. We all should act accordingly.
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An Apology, Of Sorts
00:55
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All I'm asking is please don't hate me baby. I've been an asshole, but I'm trying to comply. I've been wrong many times before and you let it slide every time. Can't say sorry all the time and expect it to mean anything to anyone. I'm gonna try. Just tell me everything's alright.
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Drank too much to make my way home. I know it's wrong but you play along and leave yourself wide open time and time again. Now that's a friend. And I say, no time with you is no time at all. Alone I'm a disaster. Out of order for the weekend. Got pretty bombed, out playing songs. You are the best at taking care of useless bums. Sometimes I'm one. You take the strain in my leave. I'll get you back for this one. I know it's hard sometimes to keep this circus running while I'm playing in the streets. Amazing you put up with me so well. Understand that it's appreciated.
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Better Days Ahead
02:08
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No trust. Not fine. Fix the problem before we run out of time. Respect for life. Not only those that resemble your bloodline. Fuck hate. Can't breathe. A million kids stuck in prison for selling weed. No justice. No peace. Not enough bleach to clean up these fucking streets. There could be better days as long as we keep level heads. There will be better days ahead. Lets fucking hope. The time has come for change, but past discretions won't erase (save up your energy, scream out for decency) That flag is a disgrace. No rewards for second place. Time to bury it with other relics of bad history. Your argument is weak, and your heroes all retreat. Only the winner gets to hang a banner from the rafters. There will be better days ahead as long as we keep level heads. There will be better days ahead. Lets fucking hope.
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Reasons
01:55
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This is a cover of an Elmer's IQ song. They were a local band from where we grew up in NJ, probably around from 96-98 or so. They always killed it live and were probably the first band that let us hang around with them after shows. Thanks dudes. Go check their original full demo here http://bit.ly/EIQ-NJPP2
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Stamp Collector
02:48
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Strung Out and cigarettes and chasing broken hearts. Adolescent afternoons wasted complaining, doing anything we'd want. Free like we'd rarely be again. Sure didn't feel that way back then. Lashing out was just the standard form of art. Like creativity through aggression. We tried to speak our minds but we didn't have the heart. Yeah, the words were vague when we were young. But we played so loud that no one caught on. Time rolls by and doesn't stop for anything. Hold on tight to memories cause they're everything, and they’re eating us alive. So busy living in the past that we forget to currently smile. But look at the things that we're comparing. What once was so carefree, now overbearing, but at least we had our time. Lost keys and paperwork and fixing broken walls. I don't know what we've been missing. Skateboards and alcohol and loitering in malls. Yeah, the good old days are gone for good. I guess we've finally made it. Up all night and barely feeling anything. Just no time for us to handle everything, but I guess we've got to try.
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Home Sick Clearwater, Florida
Punk rock from Florida and New Jersey.
IG:
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homesickpunkrock@gmail.com
Home Sick is:
Jon Barnes - Vocals / Guitars / Bass
Josh Bartch - Drums
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