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Graveyard of Good Times

by BRANDON CAN'T DANCE

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1.
Headspace 03:11
Sorry for my headspace and they way I handle things I’m losing friends while gambling on their feelings Don’t try and say it’s all over, even though friends got kids and got older She says, kickin’ on back with a fresh cigarette, I’m gonna live the good life cuz I’ll never settle down Kickin’ on back with a fresh cigarette, I’m gonna life the good life cuz I’m tired of feeling down
2.
Dance with somebody, the world can’t hold me down Dance with somebody, smoke and drive around The parties tonight, drinking outside, behind the church, drunk and high Jesus Christ, High five my friends, 2am, where’s my ride
3.
Sundays bring the bed stains, brings the bad pains again But one day when I’m boring, I’ll tell some stories, laugh and cry But what now while I’m still young, while I’m still dumb, get it in man ‘Cause one day when I’m boring, I’ll tell some stories, laugh and die God, God give me some basic needs, a greyhound named Chelsea, chalice of ecstasy
4.
Took a secret path, down around the back A trail of all my fears, teenage girls in tears, immobile from the smoke Well at least its something new Pop Queen of the teen scene got her own TV show, get her on the radio ‘Am I a slave or just another rich face?’ You are, your status is a joke, life is in your mind, projected through your eyes, you’re totally alone
5.
Keep the motor runnin’ on your ’65, she’s a real nice whip, to the schools we’ll drive Its 3pm, gotta get your friends, can your brother get us 40’s and some cigarettes 1028 for some highschool jams, it’s a Friday night, whats the party plan where my boys at? Where my girls at? Get some pizza, watch the bands play
6.
I don’t feel anything, medicated brain I isolate, repeat like black floral walls Nothing means anything ‘cause I’m in my world I write this bullshit like some deep tortured freak
7.
Invested all this time in something I loved, In someone I called a friend Toast to where I’ve been before, to what I have become, now where have I been for months But now I found I found a girl who does everything I want because I drew her up Lay in bed all day, watching TV on the side, brainwashed, get fat and die She loves anime and dyes her hair green/orange She loves Ativan, Lithium, Percocet She’s taking off her clothes, oh God, swear I didn’t know On the bed on the phone Runnin’ down the stairs, fuck this, I ain’t getting caught by her Dad or her Mom
8.
Runnin’ so we can hide these fields Where we go when we don’t wanna be seen This is my time forever so fuck off and we’ll get along just fine
9.
Rock is Dead 02:53
I think its done, I think its all been said What do you sing when rock is dead Boring and normal or its too obscure I get down in the middle ground, I get down when there’s people out I want a dog no one around I don’t care about the shit I said, you did worse in your hostage bed
10.
Angelina 03:28
Angelina tries to fix her head She don’t know why she don’t leave her bed Fear, no trust Down pretty girl by the window, stained glass, smokin’ again Angelina’s on the blood stained bed, sippin’ chamomile and lit incense I’ve noticed all her friends got kids, grew up real fast, married some shit When I walk out into the yard Nostalgic, high school, smoke in cars
11.
When I grow up I don’t want anymone TV, guitar, my dog Might as well rip off my balls, I’m a piece of shit who cant feel love Always look out for yourself and life is a joke, the world is broken
12.
Dropped in the ashes again like high school breakup pain, like and angel with a fucked up face Happy with my Ativan, told her I’m a new changed man, told her I’m a freak lets dance In the alley where the hybrid sleeps, tryin’ but I cant change me Jr. year high school crush from another school but she don’t like you Was a freak to the self claimed freaks, well shit man that’s just me, everyday of the week Tell me dressin’ up ain’t fun, cigarettes and blush, give me all of your love In the alley where the hybrid sleeps, hey don’t mind me, just a freak of the freaks
13.
I’m not sure it’s the right time for you baby I’m so tired and I want to be alone You’re scared but you know its only shadows, tall trees, anxiety I fucked up and my brain I’m kickin’ on Up, down, my apologies I’m not sure it’s the right time for you baby I take pills for anxiety You’re scared but you know its only darkness, smoke weed on Halloween So cool in my black denim jacket Up, down, my apologies Don’t you want to see them, don’t you want to be there
14.
I got who like burning shit, some made scars with cigarettes I got friends who like rock n’ roll, the party’s over, I’m getting old I got friends who don’t understand the extent of what’s in my head I got friends who think I’m dumb, someday I won’t fuck it up Me inside here, tried some past life Boys will kick and scream while the girls throw left hooks, win the fight
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16.
I feel numb inside and I don’t care If the bomb goes off, I’d sit right back in my chair When I’m at work I chill in the bathroom stall, read magazines and dream about baseball I love dogs and I love my mom, I my sister and I love grandma Believe in fear, somatoform disorder The pain is clear but not really here Wasted and useless, here’s to my life man

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released January 13, 2017

All songs written and recorded by Brandon Ayres and published by Lucky Number Music.
Mastered by Jason Mitchell @ Loud Mastering.
Photography by Evangeline Barrón. Artwork by Tim Hampson.
℗ & © 2016 Lucky Number Music Ltd

Thanks to my family, Zoe and Katie, friends, Chloe, Alex G, Nathan Roberts, Lucky Number, Nick Myers and John Sinclair.

Dedicated to Sean Finan.

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