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Soar, Losers!

by Béisbol

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1.
Flowers 01:43
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Mixed Bags 04:41
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
7.
Glass Limbs 03:28
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
8.
Pills 02:38
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
9.
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
10.
Hands Deep 04:00
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

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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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