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To The Front
05:15
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I’ve been sitting and i’ve been watching these rock and roll boys act like they rule the whole world
Well i’ve got something to say to them
Yeah, i’ve got something to say
And i’m gonna start saying it today
When live music comes back again, if any more of you crazy fuckers try to mess with me at the show
I’m not backing down this time around
I’m gonna speak the only language you know
Your anger in the name of punk rock is violence and you threw the first stone
White boys to the back
I wanna see all my siblings to the front
You’ve had your time aplenty
Stole Black art for many, many decades
The money you make ain’t yours to keep and i’m telling you kindly, it is time to pay up
We’ve birthed the blues, punk rock, jazz, hip-hop, RnB and country
And we’re the only reason you’ve got anything resembling a soul - so it’s time to pay up
Your temples of modern music are violent
And if you don’t see us at the show it’s not cause we don’t want to be there, it’s cause it’s not fucking safe
I’ve perfected the fine art of rolling my eyes, but no gives a shit ‘til i’m kicked to the ground with tears in my eyes
I just wanna see my favourite bands
So i’ll say it once
I’ll say it two times
I’ll say it three more times
‘Til you can look me in the eyes as you make your way to the back of the room
‘Cause this space isn’t just for you
White boys to the back
I wanna see all my siblings to the front
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I’m tweeting in the third person today
To muster up the courage to ask my loneliness to go away
Weeks, months, years, whatever
I’ve been training for this forever
But this is not what I expected 23 to be
I got a three week long cold snap for my birthday
But i faced the cold because I knew it would go away
In days, weeks months, whatever
Winter doesn’t last forever
But this is not what I expected my summer break to be
Oh I’ve been sitting in my feelings
And cooking up a gender stew
I need you to know that I’m not doing this for you
I am not gonna be the person you want me to be
Not this minute, not this hour, not this day or any day
Cause I’m growing into somebody I think I could love forever
And I’m not just saying that because of the weather
So I’ll be tweeting in the third person today
To muster up the courage to ask my loneliness to go away
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No Winters
02:34
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I’ve been searching for a city with no winters
And I’ll spend the rest of my life
Searching for a place
Where the leaves cling onto their branches a little stronger than they should
Letting go is too easy, when you got a good thing don’t let it go easy
Everybody’s nervous habits are becoming habits of my own
I’m the amalgamation of our nervous wreck
I post too much and get queasy
and delete the part of my brain that exists on the world wide web
Now I’d hate to be a dramatic teen but I think that I’d feel more at home in my silly body
With it covered in art
But every time I save up enough money I blow all my money on beer that makes me fart
Letting go is too easy, when you got a good thing don’t let it go easy
I’ve been searching for a city with no winters
And I’ll spend the rest of my life
Searching for a place
Where my friends love as deeply as they do here
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Futures
02:36
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I’m gonna stay at home and never talk to anyone
I’m gonna cancel my future and invest in haute couture at the goodwill
I’ve left my neighbourhood twice this month
But I think that’s enough, yeah I think that’s enough
I’m waiting for phone calls that never come through
I didn’t forget you I hope you didn’t forget me too
I’ve been listening to futures and thinking about my future
In the same way I did when I was seventeen
I’ve got so much on my plate and it makes me feel so great
I just wish I didn’t have to wait but my future’s running late
I’ve been eating so much sushi and dropping it on my plate
Because my chopstick technique is not that great
I’ve been saying yes to everything
But my self doubt has finally caught up to me this time around
So I’m gonna stay at home and never talk to anyone
I’m gonna cancel my future and invest in haute couture at the goodwill
I’ve left my neighbourhood twice this month
But I think that’s enough, yeah I think that’s enough
I’m waiting for phone calls that never come through
I didn’t forget you I hope you didn’t forget me too
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5. |
Unemployment Day
02:02
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I’d like to fake a smile today
And I’d like for no one to stand in my way
If the sky can be this blue why can’t I too?
I’m 40 hours away from unemployment day
And i’m not quite sure of what i’m gonna do
Maybe i’ll move back into my old room
Or Maybe i’ll stay here forever
And watch my loans grow just like i’ve watched my brother
I’m oh so far away and I remember being 10 like it was yesterday
Well maybe happiness isn’t for me
I’m too tired to do all the things i gotta do to be who i wanna be
And in my heart i am still seventeen
And throwing myself at all the wrong people for attention and affection
Well i guess this is just life in your twenties
You blink and 2 days later you turn 24
And you find yourself asking silly questions like
What's my age again?
And what am I gonna do when BC catches on fire again?
My escape plan is a hurry up and wait plan
And I’m not quite sure how much more of this my fragile lungs can take
Yeah, I’m not quite sure how much more of this my fragile lungs can take
So I guess I’ll just fake a smile today
and I’ll kindly ask for you to not stand in my way
If the sky can be this blue why can’t I too?
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If you’re scared of people who don’t look like you maybe you should just stay home
I spent half a year stifling tears when my favourite songs came on
But the tears were coming for all the wrong reasons
God forbid I want to see my favourite band play too
God forbid I stand right next to you
Look - I won’t stop yelling this until I can walk into an overpriced shoe store in my hometown
and not be followed around
And I swear to god if even one more person dares to think that i might be trying to steal my own bike
I’ll pull out a pair of bolt cutters and just yell “SIKE”
And ride away into my neighbourhood and hope that no one thinks that I am up to no good
So If you’re scared of people who don’t look like you maybe you should just stay home
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Adelaide
03:43
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When the world catches on fire for the last time
I hope I’m living large in Adelaide
I hope I’m swimming in the ocean
I hope I’m comforted by the heartache
of every moment I’ll never live
and every person I’ll never meet
We’re settling into the static now
Don’t talk too loudly, don’t make a sound
I went out eyes closed, hoping for change
Not at all expecting that things would mostly stay the same
We laughed in our commercial-free worlds
Soaking up that IRL entertainment
A table for two, a party for one
So when the world catches on fire for the last time
I hope I’m living large in Adelaide
I hope I’m swimming in the ocean
I hope I’m comforted by the heartache
of every moment I’ll never live
and every person I’ll never meet
I’m putting all my money into tiny houses
The warriors need to get paid
Things cannot stay the same
Fill my cup
Drink it up if you dare
I’m yelling at the door
I’m yelling at the floor
We cannot stay in this house forever
So when the world catches on fire for the last time
I hope I’m living large in Adelaide
I hope I’m swimming in the ocean
I hope i’m comforted by the heartache
of every moment I’ll never live
and every person I’ll never meet
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Fear of Belonging
01:46
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I used to be so scared of feeling seen
I lived in the shell of a hollow teen
I filled my notebooks full of regrets and words that went unsaid
Now I bike through the same paths i did back then
When all I ever wanted was to be a good friend
And now I’ve got everything I ever wanted
But I can’t erase the fear of belonging
Because I’ve taught myself everything i know
And it’s gotten me this far
But I’m still scared of feeling seen
As the shell of the person i used to be
And I still fill my notebooks full of regrets and words i wish i had said
and I bike through the same paths i did back then
When all I ever wanted was to be a good friend
And now I’ve got everything I ever wanted
But I can’t erase the fear of belonging
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Dust Bunnies
02:30
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Sitting in my apartment again
The daily commute from bed to couch and back again is getting old
Oh god, I am getting old
It’s oh so cold and my body heat isn’t keeping me warm enough
I haven’t felt the touch another since I got my flu shot sometime in October
And my dust bunnies are the only friends I see in the same room as me
But I swear I’m fine, I’m doing alright
It’s just a little more time
Until the summer sun comes back again and I can sit in the warm grass with all my friends
And we can skate all night until the sun comes back up again
And take in every cotton candy sunset like it might be the last
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Stem Champ
Stem Champ playfully captures the joys of a summer night spent biking around with pals, tender late night conversations, and
falling in love with the person you’re becoming.
These days Stem Champ (live) plays as a 4-piece making music somewhere in the lane of emo-tinged indie-rock.
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