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Old Routine
04:27
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I destroy myself a little more every time. I try to get better then I change my mind.
Get drunk instead, a sorry excuse. Would tell you the story but there is no use
I’d just fuck it up… and have to start all over again
What's the use in trying, we’re all gonna die the same
a horrid waste of time, we give our lives away for pay
get up and do the same damn shit everyday
give up and let our passions fade away
wise up and get up off of the floor - this is a realization that we weren't meant to rot
I don't think I - can do this anymore
This is an old routine
a plea for all your sympathy
an exercise in apathy
a half-hearted try to cofide
this is the worst of me
pathetic display for you to see
a self-loathing bullshit epiphany
a desperate attempt to survive
What's the use in crying, our tears won't wash away
the horrid stench of time, you’ll never get back yesterday
shut up you know the words don't mean anything
get up and find a way to face the pain
i know it's hard to deal with the bullshit but everyday we get to get up and start it again
starting to realize - that we were meant for more
This is an old routine
a plea for all your sympathy
an exercise in apathy
a half-hearted try to cofide
this is the worst of me
pathetic display for you to see
a self-loathing bullshit epiphany
a desperate attempt to survive
You know everythings gonna be ok, You know everythings gonna turn out fine, You know it wont be like this everyday, You know that we’re only passing time
(overlapping) I dont think I can do this…
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2. |
Day will Come
03:14
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hey take up our days
They take up our nights
They fill us with fire, put tears in our eyes
A feeling so brutal, nothing can suffice
Fueling the mania in our daily lives
(Chorus)
Woe! oh, oh! The day will come. The day will come
Woe! oh, oh! The day will come when we have won
Look at the score, we gotta problem
They ran it up, no way to solve ‘em
Gets any worse and I swear we’re leaving
It happens again and you know that we’re feeling
CHORUS
It’s a modern-day drug, that makes us feel sane
‘Til brutal defeat, brings back all the pain
They strive for the best, they strive for it all
They take the loss, but then we take the fall
CHORUS
Look at the score, we gotta problem
They ran it up, no way to solve ‘em
Gets any worse and I swear we’re leaving
It happens again and you know that we’re feeling
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We were children
Trying to act like men
But now we’re grown and trying to relive our youth again
We were dumb
But fucking confident
That these moments somehow held some sort of permanence
(Pre-Chorus)
But when the sun came up we were still piss drunk
Can we recall revelations that meant everything
(Chorus)
Probably not (x4)
Let the weight
Crush down until we see
That we have yet to pay the price for our naivety
Let us craft
A heartfelt eulogy
Underneath which we can bury all our tragedies
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4. |
Dobler
03:24
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5. |
Whose Song is it Anyway?
03:37
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So, I'm feverish
So, I'm staying home
No school today
So, I can't complain
Even though my mom looks worried
I assure her I'll get well in a hurry
I’ve got some chicken soup coming
I know I'm getting fucking spoiled today
I remember staying home from school was the best thing in the world
All day long on my color TV, watching game shows all day long
I would guess on the prices of common household items
And reminded to spay or neuter my pet, because the balance of the world depends on it, and so...
(Pre-Chorus)
I'm feverish
I can’t complain
Here we go
(Chorus)
WATCHING GAME SHOWS
ALL DAY LONG
ONE MORE TIME
WATCHING GAME SHOWS ALL DAY LONG
After that we get cartoons
Ghostbusters and G.I. Joe too
Captain Planet and the Planeteers
No other place I'd rather be than here
But it wasn't just cartoons, we had Maury Povich too
He would keep us on the edge of our seats, showing us teens who love to sniff glue
I would kick it up a notch and watch some Jerry Springer (JERRY JERRY)
Because we didn't have MMA back then, until his guests pioneered it
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6. |
What's in Pulaski?
04:26
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Lyrics by James Tucker - Music by James Tucker and Thirteen Towers
Why can't life be simple
time wraps around my head
It grabs me by the throat
hangs me with regrets
What went with happiness
are all the good times gone
since you moved into Virginia everything in my world is wrong
Can’t make the bed up straight
been drunk the past three days
Looks like I've gone astray
from who I used to be
But now I've got nothing to hold
but loads of my self-pity
and you said my bedroom looks nice….
But Pulaski’s so pretty…
Life used to be so simple
now I just rack my head
With the way things could have been
the things I should have said
And as I cry my eyes out
on the way back home from your house
I realize the situation at hand
Why can’t i just let go of your hand
Why can’t i just let go of everything we had
Don't know if you even miss me
but i hope…
But I hope Pulaski’s pretty…
And i could care less what they say
won't change my heart
won't change your ways
These contradictions
your sole conviction
I just wish that I could think of something meaningful to say
I want you to stay
I want you to stay...yea
I want you to stay...yea
You seem to be
doing ok
You say you that love me
but you're 300 miles away
Hope to hear from you soon
before i go insane
Lately I'm staring at the sky and then I’m screaming out your name
Every night before i go to sleep
I give to you my heart to keep
In a box on the shelf
with everything else
You dust once in awhile
and look at with a smile
I know you’re never coming back to me…
But I hope Pulaski’s pretty…
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Thirteen Towers Fairfax, Virginia
Thirteen Towers is a ska-punk band from Fairfax VA. Buy our music on Bandcamp.com or thirteentowers.com for the lowest prices. Our full length album is also available on iTunes, Amazon and GooglePlay. Follow us on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram for photos, videos and information about upcoming shows. Email booking@thirteentowers.com to book shows. ... more
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