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Killing Time
02:14
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are we all just killing time until it kills us
when the clock starts running down what will you do
are we all just killing time until it kills us
if we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you
I've spent some of my best nights down in basements
singing along with my best friends
these it seems its getting harder to grow old
or maybe there's just less reason to grow up
are we all just killing time until it kills us
when the clock starts running down what will you do
are we all just killing time until it kills us
if we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you
You've stood by my side while I've struggled to make sense
of who I am and who I'd like to be
these days I know that I'm as lost as I've ever been
I've never been more certain of my friends
are we all just killing time until it kills us
when the clock starts running down what will you do
are we all just killing time until it kills us
if we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you
If we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you
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Is It Worth It
01:51
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Today I woke up at 4am and tomorrow I'll have to do it all over again. This weekend you know where I'll be, if they offered me double time I may never leave.
Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore
It's hard to enter this place with a smile. Some of us are temporary, some have been here a while. I wonder if they all once felt like me, before this fluorescent sky swallowed all their dreams.
Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore
These are borrowed chords and I've worn holes in both the legs. Please forgive me I don't mean to sound down all the time. All I have to keep me sane are these melodies, and I constantly dream of winding highways and the bright city
Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, I don't really know anymore.
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Miles Between
02:27
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Well I don't know how long it will be until I'm back here again. I promise you, I will do my best, to keep in touch until then. These miles between never seem so far, until I'm settled back at home. The days turn to weeks, turn to months and sometimes years, some days I'm so alone. Then I put on a record, and think to all the times we've shared.
This one is for all of my friends, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, where the highway ends. This one is for all of my friends, no matter where you are tonight I'll keep you here with me.
We've braved these buses and slept out in the van, watched fireworks kick off July. From baseball games to late night shows, stealing signs on the long drives home. Campfires all through the night, making the best of work and skipping out on school. Fishing on the lake, jamming in your parents basement watching tv, hungover all day. Sometimes, I put on a record, and think to all the times we've shared.
This one is for all of my friends, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, where the highway ends. This one is for all of my friends, no matter where you are tonight I'll keep you here with me. This one is for all of my friends, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, where the highway ends. This one is for all of my friends, no matter where you are tonight I'll keep you here with me.
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Liminal
04:31
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I am certain I don't quite know, what's wrong with me these days, uncertainty the highs and lows happen far to frequently. I'm terrified of letting down, people I've barely met, even though my good friends are the only ones whose opinions I respect. I am certain that I'm tired of this transitional time, I'm afraid of snakes and liminal space and someday I'm going to die. I was quickly up all stairs through doors and city walls. I'm dying to get outside but I'm terrified of it all
Terrified of It all
I'm aware I'm always in my head still I over analyze it to no end. I come up with many theories but solutions are out of reach. I wish I wish I wish I hope that I could let this go, but at 31 years old I fear it's something I'll always know
I'll always know
The newest worry that won't leave is I'll never sing another note. I feel so powerless over something that I once held control. I've been trying everything, but some things I just won't give up. If anything stops being fun, it's time to give it up
Time to give it up.....
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I'm bad at telling a good story
Ive got a way with words to make them sound boring
I can assure you that I'm worth ignoring
And outside this broken window it is still storming
It's cold where I am
Yeah, cold where I am
So please hold my hand
Each year we remember
All the shit that use to be better
It's depression cause by the weather
In this never fucking ending December
Its cold where I am
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Could be spoken softly
Or screamed so loud
From the top of your lungs
Until they give out
With words that mean
So much to me
And in this moment
More than anything
So we'll go where you play
And we'll sing what you sing
See Glocca Morra in Virginia
Each year the Careeners down in Florida
"I'm an ambulance with one fucked up eye"
Is better than anything this pen will ever write
Head back home, start to jam
Attempt to write something that's in the vein of Ask Mark Twain, but I don't think we can
All these bands, in a town below
Well I just love 'em all
Wasting all your time in the town below
Wasting all your time in the time below
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Wake up in the morning
And sweep the sidewalk clean
Of last nights cigarette butts
Tossed from the balcony
We're sweeping up
After endless conversations
We're sweeping up
Sunshines in our faces
Everyone was smiling
And joked a lot
Drank fucking maple whisky
Then smoked all the pot
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What we're all trying to be
Is something from a movie
All made up, and cut
Some kind of remake
One more take, then check the gates
In these screens we trust
Can't seem to get enough
Can't seem to get enough
We're just trying to get our shots
React to punchlines force the plot
That we want
It's all fucking budgeted
To create the vision from our head
Can't ever get enough
Can't ever turn them off
Can't seem to get enough
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Jon Creeden Louisbourg, Nova Scotia
Forever in search of the world's best burrito, Jon Creeden & the Flying Hellfish will keep releasing records and playing sweaty shows until the quest is complete.
Currently missing sweaty shows and burritos.
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