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Pretty Song for the Dead – (Formerly Glen Smashed In Buffalo)
As time grinds on this hectic pace… it seizes motivation,
Cramps the brain, weathers face… ages with frustration
Down to the wire,
Time is dyer,
With no time to hit pause —
To taste the fruits of memory,
Take a second for applause.
When I die
play a pretty song for me
One that’s gonna makes your eyes want to bleed
With misery,
pain
and heart-breaking sorrow
To remind you
with me
there’s no tomorrow
When my stories said a done — nothing left upon the page,
All soaked up or sponged dry – release me from this cage.
Lifetime ago,
Only this to show
I was on a mission
To smash this heartfelt legacy
And ruin with precision.
If you ever needed nothing —
Then boy I’m here for you
But most of you still want something -
A slice of skin or two
Worst part is you’ll watch me die
Boasting ownership for all to see
Spare the tears and the lie
Just play a pretty song for me.
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2. |
Playing For Nobody
02:34
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We’re used to playing for nobody, so won’t you all sing along
We’re used to playing for nobody, so won’t you all sing along
We’re used to playing for no one, so won’t you all sing along
Use your mouth,
use your lips,
use that fuckin’ tongue.
We’re used to playing for no one, so won’t you all sing along
Verses are easy,
chorus is sweet,
the song isn’t very long
… here we go
Whoa oh oh ooooh ooooh
Won’t you all sing along
We’re used to playing for no one, so won’t you all sing along
Pump your fist,
Start to scream,
right from your pair of lungs.
We’re used to playing for no one, so won’t you all sing along
Give some effort,
And try real hard,
let’s end this fuckin’ strong
… everybody
Whoa oh oh ooooh ooooh
Won’t you all sing along
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3. |
Leave The Key
02:27
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I’m super unoriginal.
Defeated by my art.
Always fuckin’ miserable,
And fallin' apart.
As bad as it seems
Screaming for clout.
Where would you be
When it all runs out
Give it up now;
Cut it up clean.
Wasting my life,
For a god damn scene.
Screaming for attention
Sure you don’t care.
Light myself on fire
You just stand and stare
stand and stare
stand and stare
stand and stare
stand and stare (Just Monty and Sean)
A whole world of tears
Couldn’t douse out these flames
Save them for some one
Who wants to feel pain
All said and done
It was nothing to see
Board it all up now
And I’ll leave the key
Sued for 9 million.
A guy that can’t walk.
8 years later,
I can finally talk.
Gong show of life
Had my doubts.
I did it all for them
Lost it on the route.
No one remembers.
The cash I blew for you.
Time will wash away,
A black that wasn’t new
Now that it’s all over
Wasn’t show or tell.
your fun night…
Was my personal hell
Was my hell
Was my hell
Was my hell
Was my hell - (Just Monty and Sean)
A whole world of tears
Could not douse out these flames
Save them for some one
Who wants to feel pain
All said and done
It was nothing to see
Board it all up now
And I’ll leave the key
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4. |
Cheap Parmesan
00:57
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Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
“Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she, but you’re the only you”
So open that fridge, just a smidge…and grab a brick of parm
Then toss it at a politician in hopes to cause them harm
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan, Cheap Parmesan and War Crimes
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5. |
Singing In Braille
02:34
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You have to be right and it kind of sucks
That you feel the need to always one up
The stories you tell, desperation it screams
Your want for acceptance is rather extreme
This situation is destined to fail
Like writing a song in fucking braille.
You realize it’s stupid and dumb
When you are singing from the tip of your thumb
I’d rather you have all your envy
Than one single ounce of my god damn pity
For you, your jealousy seeps from your pours
But all of that shit should be locked up indoors
Solo breakdown party time
This situation is destined to fail
Like writing a song in fucking braille.
You realize it’s stupid and dumb
When you’re singing from the tip of your thumb
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6. |
Frugal Man
04:16
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You’re buried inside an office
A coffin where you could only be
A boss, a parent, a working stiff
Failing for all the world to see
You wish all of it was different
But you can never find the time
So you sink, sink and sink some more
As everything falls behind
It all builds up then comes right down
Deflection is your favourite game
Might as well look in the mirror
You only have yourself to blame
Friends like me could offer
As if you’d ever take advice
Sad to see you not get better
Drowning to your own device
The solution seems obvious
At least, I believe it’s true
Maybe give it all up now
I know perfect's not for you
Perhaps tomorrow is different
Because today sure is the same
It must be hard to lead
Repeating the same steps you came
An abundance of distractions
Keep you from being truly strong
If you ever had your own idea
We all know it would be wrong
When your day is over
Do you weep to yourself in shame?
The tears of disappointment build
as they flood your tarnished name
Only half your life has passed by
But it feels like it’s almost done
Sooner than later it’s over
And then what the fuck have you won
The solution seems obvious
At least, I believe it’s true
Maybe give it all up now
I know perfect's not for you
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7. |
Recurring Nightmare
02:48
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First imprisoned… Last Impression
Come on baby… Keep me guessin’ //
Once Divided… and one sided
A broken heart is all you provided
I never wanted to… feel… you
I never wanted to… see… you
I never wanted to… tell… you
I never wanted to… love… you
It’s crazy baby, but it makes no sense
To love someone who builds a fence…
around your heart, and stacked so high
I Can’t get in … (don’t try)
Full of hope… or full of shit
Throw it up, see what sticks
The truth is heals… the truth it hurts
Not to sure what’s fuckin’ worse
I never wanted to… feel… you
I never wanted to… see… you
I never wanted to… tell… you
I never wanted to… love… you
It’s crazy baby, but it makes no sense
To love someone who builds a fence…
around your heart, and stacked so high
I Can’t get in … (don’t try) X 4
It’s crazy baby, but it makes no sense
To love someone who builds a fence…
around your heart, and stacked so high
I Can’t get in … (don’t try) X4
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8. |
All My Spots Are Sweet
02:43
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Real life hits like a wrecking ball
Out of nowhere ready to fall
for my shit; feels so fake
Falling for it, burnt at the stake
Right back to you… I start to crawl
Drag my feet, wish I could stall
Guess it’s time to start confessing
regardless of lack of discretion
All My Spots are Sweet
All My Spots are swee-eat
You can surely see
That all my spots are sweet
Always wanted me to admit
sins not done, they were full of it
The lies, heart break, the tilt-a-whirl
just hold me now; be my world
Won't have you… any other way
In our lives, I want us to stay
Head over feet, it’s no surprise
that you finally realized
All My Spots are Sweet
All My Spots are swee-eat
You can surely see
That all my spots are sweet
When the rumour mill is churning
careful what you take
A fabled poisoned warning
Could really seal your fate
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9. |
I Don't Believe In Anime
02:35
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I don’t believe in Anime
Or the stupid things you see
Like stringing Christmas lights on trees
Or breathing in an Ocean Breeze
I don’t believe that’s why you’re late
Or love is stronger than hate
Like predetermined bogus fate
Or Frosted Flakes are really great //
Don’t believe this is your stance
Or giving you a second chance
Like dummies who wants romance
Or asking for cash advance
Don’t believe it’s all or nothing
Or honest adds up to something
Like fessing up to less your sting
Or giving you a wedding ring
When I was young
I wanted to believe.
Maybe one day
the thing’s you said were true
But now I’m aware
this was not the case
And that’s what I call a fucking waste
And that’s what I call a fucking waste
And that’s what I call a fucking waste
I don’t believe in Jesus Christ
Or tea is better when it’s iced
Like blowing luck upon your dice
Or taking in a poltergeist
I don’t believe in paying rent
Or camping with just a tent
Like saying what you really meant
Or giving up on arguments
Don’t believe in bathtub gin
Or taking one on the chin
Like pulling off a comeback win
Or sticking needles in your skin
Don’t believe in doing coke
Or 9-11 was a hoax
Like buying drinks when you’re broke
Or kicking in someone’s spokes
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10. |
Drunk On A Bike
02:09
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It happened so fast
He didn't have time to think
Or maybe he had too much
a bit too much to drink – (whoa ohh ohhh)
When he went riding off
into the bright sunshine
It turned out to be
the lights of a car
Can somebody help me please
Scrape this man up off the road
Can somebody help me please
I cannot do it on my own
As the police
were scraping him off the fender
A friend of his said
that he had been on a bender - (whoa ohh ohhh)
and that he had a huge fight
Yeah, he had a fight with his wife
Then he got pissed off
Then rode off on his bike
He was drunk
He was drunk on a bike
Can somebody help me please
Scrape this man up off the road
Can somebody help me please
I cannot do it on my own
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11. |
This Town Sucks
02:44
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The Art of Asking is running rampant
With nothing in return
Maybe I’ll get to you in a second
I only have cred to burn
You know a guy, can you let me fly
In this show for free?
How about I stop what I’m doing
Make sure to fill your needs
Toy Cowboys yelling howdy
With insincere twang
Disinterested sarcasm
Is clearly not your slang
This Town Sucks
This Town Suuccckkksss
This Town Sucks
This Town Suuccckkksss
Can you pay to play or promote my show?
You’re a real lifesaver
Oh man I’d love to gig for nothing
especially a fundraiser
I know she’s already playing this week,
But my sister wants to open
That is such a great idea,
are words to never be spoken
Toy Cowboys yelling howdy
With insincere twang
Disinterested sarcasm
Is clearly not your slang
This Town Sucks This Town Suuccckkksss
This Town Sucks This Town Suuccckkksss
This Town Sucks so much This Town Sucks so much
This Town Sucks so much This Town Sucks so much
This Town Sucks This Town Suuccckkksss
This Town Sucks This Town Suuccckkksss
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12. |
Fall For This
03:24
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Never changed
The time we spent
But hopefully I made a dent //
Spilling out
my two cents
You were yelling that I made no sense
Like always
and again
You never took my god damn stain
Bleached it out
From your brain
Thinking I’m so god damn lame
You gave me an always and forever – (Forever Fades Away)
I wish I picked never ever never – (I’ll Just Smile and Wave)
You gave me an always and forever – (Forever Fades Away)
Here I thought I was more clever
Then to fall for this…
Then
To
Fall
For
This
Shit
Serve me with
that blank stare
Made me rip out my god damn hair
But then it was
Was never fair
To ever once ask you to care
Heads you win
tails I lose
It was the path that I had to choose
Said goodbye
Made me the stooge
Sailed away leaving me to lose
You gave me an always and forever – (Forever Fades Away)
I wish I picked never ever never – (I’ll Just Smile and Wave)
You gave me an always and forever – (Forever Fades Away)
Here I thought I was more clever
Then to fall for this…
Then to fall for this…
Then to fall for this…
Then
To
Fall
For
This Shit
Fall for this Shit
Fall for this Shit
Fall for this Shit
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Julius Sumner Miller
JSM is a raucous 5 piece who’ve been blazing their own path in the punk rock world since 2013! With 4 albums under their belt and a high adrenaline live show that’ll leave you wanting more. JSM cover the mundane to the arcane; sometimes personal, sometimes partying, sometimes political, it’s all on the table. If you like it fast and fun, please insert this band’s vibrations into your ears. ... more
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