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Get Lost (Split)

by Average Joey + Crisp Lake

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1.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad I ain't gonna be treated this way Goin' where the water tastes like wine I ain't gonna be treated this way Playin' music on the road feelin' bad playin' music on the street just to get a bite to eat I ain't gonna be treated this way When the Rail Yard Ghosts came to town When those travel folks came to town I don't know about you but I don't mind havin' them around I sure do like being treated this way The sink is always empty when they're here I don't care how they dress at least they clean up their own mess that's more than I can say for any of you Say what you will about our smell We are livin pretty well we might be a little hungry but at least we're living free I ain't gonna be treated this way The neighbors always gotta ruin our fun I think they're just jealous 'cuz we're young They are really bored so they call the land lord and say "those dirty kids are singin' songs again" I don't like that landlord I don't like that land ownin' man He comes to the show says we can't play songs no more and I aint gonna be treated this way So I'll hit the road and I'll feel bad I'll keep an eye out for that police man When you're livin' your dream people look at you like your crazy I ain't gonna be treated this way
2.
I don’t have the answers But I have got some questions My body’s covered in cancers No I never learn my lesson The cosmos as my witness I will make a difference But its hard to give a shit in this shitless existance Well I’ve played your little games Your society’s insane That’s why I’m doin’ so much damage to my brain Because your games are fuckin’ rigged For the assholes and the pigs Well I’m livin in the dirt but I learned to dig I’m diggin’ your grave Well it’s time for detonation In this dead end nation They keep us complacent In our picket fence isolation Afraid of communication Feed fear through a TV station Tell me who’s the terrorist in this equation We’re here to overcome To make you face what you’ve done You revolve around us and we are one You can’t burn the sun Actions can’t be undone I’m tired of hiding, this time I won’t run We’re not afraid You’ve got no power here I’m not giving in to the fear Even with blurred vision I see through the smoke and mirrors My mind is all messed up I’ve done too many drugs Or not quite enough but I’m wise enough to know I don’t need your stuff You bow down to your boss Or you bow down to a cross You worship these commodities, How much do your gods cost So work and buy and save That consumer induced haze Your life is made up of work days Well I think that’s a waste I ain’t no slave I’m diggin’ your grave I’m not afraid I aint no slave I’m diggin’ your grave
3.
Why do you smoke? Why do you smoke? They kill you, They make you choke But cigarettes are cool Can’t fuckin’ breathe Can’t fuckin’ run Smokin’ in the cold Ain’t no fun Cigarettes are cool Talk shit on government They tax my addiction Talk shit on corporations Gotta get my fix Cigarettes are cool Spend all my money To make myself die There are cheaper forms Of suicide But cigarettes are cool Both my parents died From lung cancer If you wanna be hip there’s only one answer cigarettes are cool I think nicotine Is fuckin’ incredible So I say fuck The surgeon general cigarettes are cool I don’t got the balls To blow my brains out So I make the process Really drawn out Cigarettes are cool I just really Wanna be dead But I can’t tie a noose So I smoke instead So if you have a death wish put your lighters in the air if you wheeze when you breath and you still don’t care cigarettes are cool I’ll indulge in my addiction I’m a walking dirty habit But mines gonna kill me Before I quit I’m a fuckin’ fool But at least I’m cool!
4.
Well look at us now. so profound and well rounded somehow this know how will keep us grounded But our ears are numbed from the industrial hum And our eyes are blind from reflection of where we come from We come from the air We come from the sea from the land that gives us all we need But we burn the trees That help us breathe We keep feeding the disease of greed I think theres something in the water I’m choking on this poisoned air All destruction is self destruction Theres no difference between indifference and dispair So dig a hole and toss me in I want to live inside the Earth My only purpose my only worth is go back to the dirt Where I’m from I wish to return maybe then I’ll finally learn But it might be all covered up by time its my turn In broken glass And plastic bags The remains of engrained behaviors Our grave has been paved With the latest upgrades Images of our hallow saviors These and more Will lace the floor When we embrace our open sore What will we learn when it’s our turn Will be grow or will we burn? We won’t find salvation in the allegience we have sworn No warnings or reform will stop the coming storm No policies or philosophies or self defeating technologies We’ll have to die before we are reborn Spirit and mind All is divine We are all we see Don’t be blind To our common ties I am you and you are me From the creatures we step on to the blazing cosmos The sleeping cells the air we breathe We’re all born from the same beautiful chaos When we realize we are one we will be free
5.
The fire’s been pissed out and We always had our doubts but Where do we run to now? We may have been lost but look what we’ve found We were livin’ the dream but We woke up cold and alone Hiding in our comfort zones Our house is full but noone’s home We’re all standing still But we’re all on the run We’ve had our fun and that’s pretty clear From the smell of stale beer and the lingering fears The neighbors all hate us They don’t even know our names Our community is at stake In a maze of locks and gates This house is cracking at it’s foundations And I wish that was only a metaphor But with one false move we’ll all fall through the floor Buried under the rubble, good thing we never lock the door Sweeping the floor I found a note From friends I’ll never see again that said Thanks for letting us crash the show was great But now we’ve gotta be on our way Our resolutions were never met Were all still smoking cigarettes But we aren’t dead yet No matter how hard we try we aren’t dead yet No we aren’t dead yet I wish I could say the same for all of our friends Some of them are actually dead Some of them have been taken away some of them fled Some of them just lost touch Some got lost in that wonderlust But I still love you all the same That love remains Somewhere in the back of my brain and I guess that’s enough It’s been great to have a place to rest But lately I’ve been feeling restless From my bed I see nothing new Im tired of lists telling me what to do This house is a wreck My life is a mess But I’m not dead yet Where do I run to next?
6.
they're on the hunt for the last hermit on earth/ he dared to shun concrete and asphault for dirt/ he tried to rin but the ground he walks is cursed/ fruitlessly search there's no oasis in this wasteland the dogs are on the trace his scent calls them home/ they love the chase their mouths boil o'er with foam/ they know their place they know better than to roam/ fervently loyal we could learn so much from them conspiracy theorists round em up introverts and dropouts libertines and thinkersradicals and wanderers " " i once aspired to be the devil himself/ i so admired men hanged and locked in cells/ we co-conspired to drag this town to hell but the world beat us to the punch now i wear this mask am possessed by the state/with every burning book i wipe clean the slate for this ant colony we call the human race
7.
G/D/Em/C Three sleepers smoking pot in the gravel lot by the covered bride/ One wakes up when the sun goes down one wont ever make it off his parents couch/ Ones playing the game the honest way in the hopes of making a difference/ And we'd sing folk punk songs and we adopted a dog till the ownders had second thoughts/ and we'd hike way too far to get away from people and cars spend the day skippin rocks/ But we knew it wouldn't last when they cut the high grass brought in trailers that smell like horses and ass/ or maybe it was just time that passed and our paths were doomed to scatter/ Now two sleepers have set off to settle waking matters/ I hope only to sleep it off until next we gatherC/Em/D But i don't wanna wake up to find you leashed to a white collar/ I hope you live more comfortably than me but I hope its not through the dollar G/B7/C/A7 SO promise me when you use that degree in politics or psychology to infiltrate the ranks of mainstream society/ That you won't get jaded you won't forget how to dream/ When you're climbing the ladder and the coast is clear and you see the wheel I hope you know which way to steer I've got a middle aged body and a teenagers shoes/ Only problem is I'm twenty 22/ And I traded a middle class upbringing for poverty and the blues it'll hold true for me I'm glad it won't hold true for you
8.
C/G/F Did a two year stint in the halls of higher learnin kept wonderin if anyone else saw the bars on the windows/ Or was I the only one yearning for the open road/ Endless search for pastures unsold/ I was a taxi driver in the pioneer valley/ Driving drunks and addicts to frat house and alleys/ Did overnights in the greater philadelphia area/ Maybe you can tell me whats scarier/ never seeing the sun or never seeing a paycheck/ Asking your friends for scraps or hours of your boss/ Knowing exactly what comes next or leaving it up to a coin toss Am/G/F/C But i'd keep life on my back and my death in a pack or a pouch/ I'd trade showers for rivers warm beds for hard floors and couches/ I'd rather lie to my family about long term plans and the state of my health than lie to myself/ I'd rather not see my hometown friends than risk becoming just another one of them/ Maybe they feel the same Who the hell sends postcards these days/ We correspond through the same font same screen same color scheme/ No one in this world would recognize my handwriting/ So if you call me and I let it ring out like a dying chord/ It just means that I need you to record.
9.
D-Eb/Eb/F-Eb/Eb/Bb/G7/F7/Bb I wasn't hiding I was deciding/ Decided against deciding too soon/ Dreaming of train cars/ Dust clouds my trademark/ Hallmark moments for the ungroomed/ But the worlds not like my parents house/ Timeless untouched in a suburban dome/ If i roam i've resigned to its doom/ So i descend into the underworld/ With nothing but a broken sword/ I plan on bringing back a boon Christopher McCandless found solitude a little less satisfying than he expected/ Maybe it was the berrys or maybe he was dying to be reconnected/ He said happiness is nothin if not shared and to forget you it'll take more than new faces and fresh air/ So if you leave on your porch light/ You might find reading on your deck one night/ We'll catch up over shitty beers and I'll be gone by lunch time/ With you stashed safely in the back of my mind
10.
Fm/Ab/Db/C/Fm I've been counting your gold wire ribs/ I keep losing track at 666/ Fm/C7/Db/Eb And i keep swooning to the tune of a pulmonary canary/ Ab/Gb/Db Danglin there in disrepair like a pitted cherry/ Doll your heat beats me to death/ Whats that pounding in my head/ Ab/Fm/Db/Eb And i wanna rip it from its cage/ too long its been locked away/ Woo ooh Oooh ooOh We'll be dancing on our graves Ab/C7/Fm/Db/Eb You sit wings clipped regret spilled out on the floor/ I wanna mop you up but for this pounding

about

This album was written and recorded in a period of time when Chris and I decided to reject reality

Thanks to:
First and foremost to Ben Roberson for recording this for us, and being our best friend. Also: Eric Lutz, Boo, Laura Lee, Brendan Robison, Delilah Spring, The Rail Yard Ghosts, The Manx, Evolver tattoo, Davey (for the washboard), Craig's Mom, Dylan ChiefBuffalo, Pat Sunseri, the Bush administration, Brittnie, Jesse (wherever he is), Jeff from Philly, Ben's sister, James Way, Ryan Williams, Dakota Bahney, Emile, people who give us money or food when we play on the street, people who just smile when we play on the street, and everyone who helped us plan our tour

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released August 9, 2013

This album was recorded and mixed by Ben Roberson (Except tracks 2 and 8 which were recorded by Eric Lutz)

Music and lyrics by Joey Schuller and Chris Blake (Except the music for track one, which is a good ol' folk song)

Artwork by Delilah Spring

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