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Soar, Losers!

by Béisbol

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Recorded Live to 8 Track 1/2" tape in the Spring of 2015 at GKISS Studios.

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released November 20, 2015

Ryan Burian - Guitars and Vocals
Chris Philippi - Guitar
Jeff Burian - Bass
Bryan Stone - Drums & Percussion

All songs written and produced by Jeff and Ryan Burian
Mixed and Engineered by Ryan Burian
Mastered By Josh Bonati

Nic Ledbetter - Assistant Engineer
Keyboards on "Mixed Bags" Performed by Benn Bell

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Track Name: Flowers
I wrote you a song that was short and sweet
It had everything you want and everything you need
It had money in it's ears and a diamond ring and it knows how you feel
And it knows how I feel

I talked to the one with the golden hoops
She spoke louder than God with the claims in her book
And every single word was lost and out of touch but I know how she feels
And she knows how I feel

Every single day I take a gravity pill
It puts me back on the ground when I'm floating too high
But when I'm above everyone I feel so alive, but I need to stay down
No I can't just be high

Tomorrow when I wake up I'll remember you
And the way that you slept when the sky was still new
And the nectar you drank from flowers of my youth won't keep you alive
No you can't just be high
Track Name: Crystal Roads
When I was young I had a steady mind
I worked my bones so dry
and we'd stay up all night drinking
It's been two months since I left the house
Who cares? Nothings changed
Everyone still acts the same

Who cares? Well I care

With every second I am wasting all my energy
And every light I ever touched has simply fade away from me
I don't have to break myself to find the truth
And I don't have to hear you out to know I'm being used

As I get old, give me a sturdy mind
And give me that crystal road
to show me where I should go
It's been two years since I felt at home
Who cares? Anyone?
Who speaks for everyone?

Who cares? Well I care
Track Name: Blend Into Nothing
Three nights, wandering around this earth
Wondering what it's worth to be alive
Wondering what it's worth
Four days, looking for a different shirt
Wondering what it's worth to live a dream
Wondering what it's worth

Prime time for living, limping to the corner store
Wondering what it's worth to be alone
Wondering what it's worth
Get to bed early, wake up to the morning sun
Wondering what it's worth to be someone
Wondering what it's worth

Wondering around this earth

Drink up, drift into another week
Losing track of all my sleep
And blend into the great defeat

Prime time for quitting, throwing in the righteous towels
Wondering what it's worth when indenial
Wondering what it's worth

Wondering around this earth
Track Name: Bring the Meaning
I dont need to be a microphone
To bring the message to you
And I don't need to be a mail man
To bring the letters to you
All I need is just a little syndication baby
All I need is just a little motivation baby

I said maybe nothings going to tear us down
I say nothings going to tear us down

I don't need to be a space man
To lick a star for you
And I don't need to be a soldier
To drop the bombs for you
All I need is just a little conversation baby
All I need it just a little ammunition baby

I said maybe nothings going to tear us down
I say nothings going to tear us down

I don't need to be a language
To bring the meaning to you
And I don't need to be a bad guy
To be a messenger
All I need is just a little reputation baby

I said baby nothings going to tear us down
I say nothings going to tear us down
Track Name: Our Basic Design
Your basic design was a good one
To just put your name on the back of my hand
Like I was yours, Like I was your friend
Like I was your one and only love

Your basic design was a good one
Thats the reason why

I want you to beg
I need you to cry all of my tears
I want you to crawl
I need you to try all of my fears

The birth of crime was a good one
Just put your faith in the palm of my hand
Like I was you, Like I was shinning through
Like I was the one and only truth

Your basic design was a good one

That's why I want you to beg
I need you to cry all of my tears
I want you to crawl
I need you to try all of my fears

We're wearing clothes like we know we should
Some dreams are better left misunderstood
But I saw you acting like you've known the good
The kites are blowing out in the breeze
Still nothing seems to help me feel at ease
When all I hear is distant memories and disonant melodies

Your basic design was a good one
Track Name: Mixed Bags
You're a poet
You're the stars and the moon
Come and meet me
When the sun sets for you
You're a soldier
With a gun
You're a leader
With a gun

I'm your lover
I'm your trick animal
Come and teach me
When the time is right for you
I'm an angel
With a gun
I'm your follower
On the run

I gatta' find a way out of this empty room, this empty space
I gatta' find a way out of my own mind, of my own head

I think I need a way out
Of my head, of you arms, and your hold
I think I need a way out
Of my plans, of my goals with you

I'm a player
I'm a man on the moon
Come and meet me
If you believe that it's true
You're a thug
With a gun
You're a switch
On the sun
Track Name: Glass Limbs
With all this time I've been given
And all my sins forgiven
And my preacher he won't stop preaching
And the letter I wrote for myself I can't stop reading

I want to break out
When nothing's ever right
And when the colors fade they'll be walking out in style
I want to break
When nothing's ever right
And when the glass limbs break they'll be walking out in style

With all these thoughts I've been stealing
And all these words forbidden
And the lovers they won't stop loving
And these kids they can't stop drugging
Track Name: Pills
Every time I drive to your house
Every time I walk in your room
Every time I touch your face
Every time I know what I need
And I know what I feel
And I know that you can see it

I don't really need you
I don't really want you
I don't really love you
I just want to give you the pill

Every time I touch your face
Every time I look in your eyes
Every time I know what I need
And I know what I feel
And I know that I can see you

I don't really need you
I don't really want you
I don't really love you
I just want to give you the pill
Track Name: The Resistors
Well I've hurt and I've burned
I've felt the weight of the world like a swift back hand
And I've paid my dues to the man
And I would run away if you can show me that I can

What would it take Mr. Sister?
What would it take
Mr. Sister, aren't we all the resistors?
What would it take
Please, Mr. Sister

Well I've lived and I've cried
I've felt the darkness creep until it cursed my bones
And I've made my peace with the boy that I was
And I would run away if you could show me who's the man

What would it take Mr. Sister?
What would it take
Mr. Sister, are we all the resistors?
What would it take
Please, Mr. Sister
Track Name: Hands Deep
Misguided pride
In the hands of the righteous
Guides the figures to the dark room
And they glide
As they guide themselves deeper into the solstice
Deeper into the water
That creeps to their neck bones
As they strip off their clothes for the invited

I feel like jumping in
I feel like feeding the hand
I feel like
Fucking myself

Invitations for the willing
To be deep in the water
That drips from the lips and creeps from the ears of the invitied
Invitation for the living

I feel like jumping in
I feel like feeding the hand
I feel like
Fucking myself

From their skin

To join the small circles
in the waters of resistance
They'll be lost in defenses that tickle the senses
From the lips, to the teeth, to the hips
To the invited

They are feeling the resistance
They are touching
They are feeling
They are touch and feeling and listening to the words
And they are living the words
Because it's the lips of the invited