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Intro in Em
00:31
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Charles the Fish
01:22
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College dorm
Feeling forlorn.
I thought that when you died
I'd be free from her memory.
But I guess that stuff that I endured
Will keep on with me.
I can't forget those things--
On tv-- there's a sex scene!
I thought that you were a good fish.
But you were bad memories.
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Deep Emotion
01:48
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Why do people scream their feelings into the abyss?
I guess down here, I'm doing the same I guess.
All day long I play my guitar
When I write a song I try to find out what good chords are.
My songwriting process is inspired by my depression--
Please use this knowledge at your discretion.
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4. |
Crayola
03:45
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My family may be poor
But at least I got that sixty-four.
Vivid colors lined in array
Good god I know this art'll be great.
I carry scissors when I run down the hall
I swear I'll be okay.
I've got so much to do today;
I'd rather not be called gay.
Stick to your guns.
I'll meet the best people in the army
That's what I believe-- but
My kids won't ever trust me!
I want to own a bar
I live out in Colorado.
I'm so damn far
From the home I originally know.
Fifty years down the line
I'll lose my kids to college
My best years of my life
Are behind me
Or so I believe.
My old friends live new lives
I'm getting older every day.
I make jokes about my own death
God I'm going grey
Grey.
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Pay five bucks for a red solo cup
Betcha won't get through college
Without chugging one.
I have a man doing a breaststroke on my right hand.
I associate with the bastards who leave napkins
and dinnerware
On tables
And travel as one band.
And a band of those morons
Advertise their fucking sweatshirts!
kids buy them to be scene.
Our mascot is a miner
Ironically over eighteen.
So "raise your pickaxe"
The O- week mentors say!
Miners dig deeper.
Drink another-- day!
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7. |
Fuckboi (By AJJ)
01:46
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8. |
P(e)ie(a)ce
03:08
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My body cracks at the seams
It's been half a decade, four years I believe.
My body rejects the mortal coil
So I sink back
Back to the soil.
I can't breathe.
I turn into puddles of pages
Filled with complex physical equations.
I go straight back to college after each and every break.
And yet when I come back I'm more broken than before.
One day this will all take.
This will all take.
And my knowledge from ancient teachers
Martial arts and complex math and chemistry.
I never truly learned good English.
That's evident to me: that's evident to me.
I go straight back to college after each and every break.
And yet, when I come back. I'm more broken than before
One day this will all take. This will all take.
I can't breathe.
"I remember those early days in college.
No one cared about the future or their past
With the present all to go on: 'we just fell on our ass'"
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10. |
Outro in Em
00:28
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An Uncommon Apparatus Missouri
An Uncommon Apparatus is edited and produced by one college kid who has a lot to say. Also appearing are a lot of other youth, who got a lot to play. Sometimes they say.
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