GONERS

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All songs by K. Preston and E. Perrine

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released May 28, 2013

Thanks to Matt Werts & Casual Punks, Jim Hill and Steve Roessner.
Mastering by Brandon Schlia.

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Track Name: BAD VIBRATIONS
Would you could you really love me
if I wasn't medicated
You're empathetic like my brother
we could be related
I should write a letter someday
I should write a letter now
Never knew how to reach you I could never get it out
Electricity, Witchita County
moving through everybody
All those Greek comedies and tragedies
what've they got on my family
We all gotta run from our madness
Wish a had the wits a bit to laugh at it
Electricity, Witchita County
moving through everybody
Are they bad vibrations
from the cellular tower
Some kind of holy trepidition
I can't take it no more
Is it weird hypertension
splitting us all apart
I've got bad vibrations
from the cellular tower
State Patrolled mountain road
we took the wrong way home
You were almost six years older
I used to cling from your shoulders
Are they bad vibrations
from the cellular tower
Some kind of holy trepidition
I can't take it no more
Is it weird hypertension
splitting us all apart
I've got bad vibrations
from the cellular tower
Track Name: STONY BRO
Mikey likes life
is there more that I don't know?
Mikey didn't stop until
he finished the whole bowl.
Oo when it's real it's real.
My guy's a weather man
he knows when I'll turn cold.
My head's a zeppelin
with satelite control
Cyber junk, toothie punks
counting all the cars below.
When it's real it's real
In our digital dream world
digital dream world
digital dream world.
High up on the fire escape
our party in a row.
All our shoes inside the house
we're letting them dangle.
Second story, daily worries.
Counting all the cars below.
When it's real it's real
In our digital dream world
Digital dream world
Digital dream world.
Track Name: LA-Z-BOY
He don't have a care
He's a lazy boy chair
Dressed in leather
He sits at home
and he takes it as it comes
at his own leisure
Are you going to hold me all night
Help me forget wrong from right
He don't move to any old tune
He needs a good beat
I try to get him pretty heavy on the daily
He never blames me
Are you going to hold me all night
Help me forget wrong from right
He don't have a care
He's a lazy boy chair
Dressed in leather
Track Name: WILLED IT LIKE MATILDA
I was evesdropping on one particular smell.
It was ringing was bitter was singing like Adele.
I was spying I admit it was invisible.
But I willed it like Matilda and I didn't let go.
One thing led to another I lost my brother.
In plain view past curfew.
Since it's you like smell is you.
Since it's you like taste is you.
Since it's you this song is you.
I've been blue.
My friends are the seasons
their troubles are the weather.
We’re thinking up spring time
when we’re not together.
Sometimes when it thunders
I can hear my baby crying.
I’m too damn impatient
Somebody tell me how I die.
It was free for the taking
but it felt like stealing.
Since it's you like smell is you.
Since it's you like taste is you.
Since it's you this song is you.
I've been blue.
Track Name: GREEN JEANS
Have you met me demon? It's him and I.
We go everywhere together
All of the time.
He's a mutant chemical man
he can make me feel so good
and makes me feel so bad.
I've got an accomplice
with neon green eyes.
From a land uncharted.
No map could define.
He's a mutant chemical man
he can make me feel so good
he makes me feel so bad.
Theres a demon
Shake me
There's a demon
Shake me
There's a demon
Shake me
There's a demon
Oo chemical so good
so bad.
Theres a demon
Shake me
There's a demon
Shake me
There's a demon
Shake me
There's a demon
Track Name: I'M STEPPING OFF
Get off my back ma
Get off the damn phone
Get all the crack pots
Out of my walk home
If you're skeptical
And you're pulling for your own
Get on my radar
Get on my walk home
No pit to pee in
I wont mislead you
Lets make up fake dreams
Pretend they will come true
Maybe it'll work out fine
lucky windfall
We'll laugh about it
Fuck the build up
I'm stepping off
I'm stepping off
I'm stepping off
I'm stepping off
Track Name: TOWERS
So sick of being poor
So sick of being poor
Nothing worse than money
and I've never wanted more
Nothing works no more
Nothing works no more
Nothing worse my honey
Aren't you sick of being poor
We got handed this generation
We didn't chose to be born
We've got dreams
and an education
Honey if I could
I would make everything so good
My friends'd be taken care of
like I always thought they should
Cut my hair walking to Xerox
on Sinclaire.
Lady in the pantsuits giving me
the crazy stare
Sick of being poor sick of being poor
Nothing worse than money
and I've never wanted more
Nothing works no more
Nothing works no more
Nothing worse my honey
Aren't you sick of being poor?
We got handed this generation
We didn't chose to be born
We've got dreams
and an education
I don't care
I'm a dollarmenunaire
Track Name: DUMP
Somewhere there's a quiet place
where I can hear the hiss of my brain.
Somewhere there's a shady lane
where no one has to know my name.
At the end of the day,
at the end of the day.
'Donnas in the bar at night
I stay until I'm too uptight
then walk home stupified
down the stupid street I know
in the dark and the light.
At the end of the day
in the U.S.A.
At the end of the day
in the U.S.A.
At the end of the day
in the U.S.A.
I'm so moody, dumb and fruity
high up in the green trees
looking for a new leaf.
I'm so gloomy
cars rolling down my street
neutrotic and plotting
how I'm gonna free me.
You're saying that we've got to hold out.
You hold a lot of pretty ideas in your mouth.
we're lovers who could use morale
and a garden at the top of every stairwell.
At the end of the day
in the U.S.A.
At the end of the day
in the U.S.A.
At the end of the day
in the U.S.A.
I'm so moody, dumb and fruity
high up in the green trees
looking for a new leaf.
I'm so gloomy
cars rolling down my street
neutrotic and plotting
how I'm gonna free me.
Track Name: RONKONKOMA
I was holding china it was fragile in my hands
Had my pulse on america it was heavy in my hands
I dreamed that I know things that I don't know when I'm awake
My life is so hazy tell me it was a mistake
I wanna be a strong headed woman and I want friends till the end and I wanna dream again
I wanna be a solid kind of man and I want nobody get so mad I just wanna get some rest
In dreams if you remember it's the first gift of morning
I remember running but I don't remember falling
In dreams I've been everywhere I have a passport
Everything I imagine was imagined someplace else
I wanna be a strong headed woman and I want friends till the end and I wanna dream again
I wanna be a solid kind of man and I want nobody get so mad I just wanna get some rest