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Alone & Loving It (30 tracks)

by Bloomshock

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1.
Open Curtain 03:32
A (strum a few times) A D A open curtain call D for the losers everywhere F# some who just don't mind confined D others need others to effectively spend time A D please feel free to relax outside we can't afford a lobby be alone together give you some time to remember E G D A times of a larger collective times of a life lively and populated pre-isolated open curtain call for the losers everywhere self-inflicted or asshole day we're still going to make you feel welcome a lot of blondes showed up with stories, games of stoned I can only storytell what they've told me here are their stories
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C/G duck-feathered fur coat blacker than her tarred lungs Am smoking the eternal coffin nail G hair dyed, badly blonde you know her already molded into shape with plastic and air given bits of substance in the form of shitty hair aging debutante, she knows she is but she'll try to play her cards right this time Am the scam that almost got her killed F entry level crown jewels sitting G laughing at Grandma, trying to be cool again C F (jam) G F why do you care?
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Ego Trip III 02:34
[EG#C#F] E E4 E F#4 F#4 G#4 she only smoked outside on rainy days she drank inside she's living in her ego trip (distortion pedal, bass, drums) F#m don't be her E don't be her F#m don't be her A don't be her (back to riff) she dragged unfiltered to waste the day until her body ran away smart enough to delay but too choked to have anything to say F#m this is her third E ego trip F#m this is her third A ego trip G# A G# A B B C# B A B C# D# C# D# E E F# E F# A G# A G# F# G# F# F# G#
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delicate discharge flowing away no sense of direction no reason to stay delicate light you can stay here all night no one else will be here nor have they ever been
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Penny Tancoat waste and draw you drink too much and feel fine up and ready for work at nine you buy your food online no rush to claim "it's mine" Penny Tancoat takes the law you smile a lot in your one-girl flat like the atmosphere, leave it at that introversion, avoiding chat breaking eyes with brown cricket bats Penny Tancoat quiet minds at rest
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(bass and drums only) D as I stay away from my enemies G I find that I avoid my friends F# (pause) G knotting loose ends (add guitar, get faster) D G F#m G play the circle, win the fight it's your healthy living right to live for passion, breed for love feed your fears to the pink dove G just a couple of broken tools D lost in a box of working utilies you're slightly hero the lady in the red gun flicks her lighter and a thick gray cloud is expelled from her crimson lips on off white skin under thick black locks, I felt compelled to move an inch forwards and talk to this time machine Tinker Bell knowing she could full well kill me a sort of Marilyn from Hell G look the other way D the fine and modest await your arrival Bm they can't contain themselves like a Monty Python sketch this shit may never end pulp Medusa's got tight grip far too evil to have a friend I think that's why she started crying no one to smoke and kill for slightly hero save her life red gun moll needs someone to die for she's another broken tool burned her toe in the gene pool Em sleep in the looker room typecast as an object with a mouth that feeds on lungs
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time lost building tanks shoot the spending up the ranks pushed away by the Pentagon what a shame, it's still going through like me and you in limbo I wish discharge me
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(acoustic guitar mainly, plus b/d) G E C F# you've gotta give it to the women pumping out the next generation and they still look good doing it even when they've given up on life, aborted, "screw it" you've gotta give it to the men aids and assistance to the first backing away before it gets worse yet self-indulgently leading the way A C# F# A you've gotta give it to the prostitutes next door they give you extra without needing to pay more you've gotta give it to executive small businesses are people now why don't they reproduce? why don't they drunken rampage, let the parts loose? you've gotta give to the teenagers they think they're so fucking funny happy and shit, oblivious a character I'd like to not associate with you've gotta give it to the dealers upstairs no hassle if your payment's late, it's nice to see he really cares you've gotta give it to the porn stars in my bed black-haired, built, and beautiful, of course it's in my head (another tape collage ensues)
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Leech 00:58
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Duty For The Statues when times were hard I was my only friend I knew when I wanted to be happy when I wanted to get slappy but times improved thank someone for that details far too graphic for the human ear locked in a closet for well over a year keeping me sane? bread lust and fear no stories of interest, nothing to hear it's polarizing like the ninth modern wonder of the world out with the lady in the red gun or was it a lady?
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I'm the itty bitty here so let me go first I approached hoping for the best came out burned, fear for the worst you were right I was wrong all the time so why didn't you ex-communicate? ah, fuck it…too fucking late
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Junk Blondes 02:46
C BC#E G6maj7 Fmaj7 blonde heads in the clouds of pink cigarettes and cocaine living their dreams, it hurts from here drenched in visions of alcohol rain C BC#E E dance with the pink elephants puffy minds to their own expense too much fun, it's such a thing pretty day one, ugly year pinned up on a melting wall so fucked up that they can't hear dance with the pink elephants naked angels jumping the electric fence dance with the pink elephants junk blondes never guess
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D7sus4 C I think I'm fine D6maj7 for a minute there, I thought I had it A/2 (same fingering as above mostly) I thought I knew how to breathe again E7sus4 E7 Lucy Interval D7sus4 saved me from delusion and false hopes Am7 with broken lips and tight-tied ropes Em7 E7 D7 Fmaj7 throw me away from this barren room A with only walls to stare at, and nothing to imagine G#m Lucy, don't close the curtains D7 G#maj7(almost A-form) Lucy, I just want company E I think I'm fine and the dream ends here, and the nightmare begins lost friends and loose ends are found and they suck me dry of fluids left me inverted in my own blood don't worry I'm fine that's what I always say throw me into the recycling bin I've made it pretty clear that I've done myself in Lucy, don't leave just yet Lucy, I won't forget F#m G#m Lucy, I won't forget D Bm Lucy, I won't regret (repeat both for a while) D7sus4 C I love you I wish I were stable (like"fine")
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A D Dm A full autopsy on the lonely man's heart trying to decipher when it all blew apart was it women, was it men, I don't want to pretend A to know fully automatic, it handles your chores folds your clothes, cooks your food, pays for the nice whores it wakes you when you need to get out of bed whenever that is (one measure) D C#m I'm alive, but it's kind of boring E A not too satisfying, no room for exploring light on, heat off, nothing will change the fact E E2 that I'm alone and not loving it so much from the ashtray, she stirs moves from bedroom to the porch without saying a word blind from sun, already has the TV on lit cigarette and cracked open $4 red wine it's a lonely life for her, and I have to see it every day such a shame to see talent and beauty wasting away she hasn't given a shit since '97 since the midnight fling I'm alive, but I feel a little dead kinda sorta mental, fucked insane in the head I rip off far superiors, I try to be okay I'm alone and I'm just loving it A D Dm C#m E E2
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ethereal far too real for me Lucy and Penny have taken off and you're still crying with your arms stretched out get up and die no more wasted hours lying you're just not ready yet you let the "No God" down
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G they hunt homes for the losers C#m F#m(9) Bm burnouts, junkies, addicts, fucked En greeted by confused erections C F#m attractive rape, they say it couldn't happen G Bm A the queens of mental bondage G G/F# they fuck with your head Em in chains of lead they stalk the virgins in fedoras and tipping always tripping on their own sense of personal deity the queens of mental bondage they fuck up your head to bring out your dead (x0423) victims and fools (x2423) they know who they're after (x4423) aware but no reason to care no alter ego this is who they really are baiting the lonely guys like spiders waiting on flies
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Sometimes 04:20
Bm D (play a lot, it's a bloody intro) when you hear nothing A D F#m E F#m G Em G nothing's left that wants to associate themselves with you it's a lot of nothing what the hell did you do? isolation kills but sometimes, it's worth it maybe if you tried to make life this Bm D when you hear nothing (long "Bm D" jam) time and time again (repeat a lot)
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she sits in a locked closet crying her eye sockets out bottles and strings pull to hear the lady sing let her drown safely tears shape a swimming pool Olympic-sized fear ride the salty tear it tastes like raw rope and silver pulling strings dissolving her heart let her drown slowly enough time for her to wake up and see the damage all you'd never try to do again you say it always you cry out nothing choking on the rope claws bleeding out false hope or you get the chance to make it better for yourself and others like the white trash mothers with stoned cold brothers she's almost better the closet's unlocked a puddle of muddy tears next to nothing on let her drown silently God as her lifeguard lets her die lifeguard sympathy the funeral was long always thought she could keep it strong she kept calm, too the funeral wasn't for her
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E of addicts, sluts, and just plain wrong Bsus4 I invented them for the sake of a song F#m where do they go when the song is done? E the junk blondes, high in a parking lot F#m Penny and Lucy, in their own little worlds G#m the housebitch, still on her ego trip A the lonely songwriter, still in his room A he entertains himself with badly written stories F#m of the impure and bold A if they were still alive today F#m they'd be so fucking old E lipstick stains on the camera eye F#m this is not their last goodbye G6 see you in 30 (pseudo 4-track)
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Downmind 01:33
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I'm Cold 02:50
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Next In Line 01:06
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D A woke up next to someone who looked like you clearly I was mistaken, what was I to do? Amaj7 it means C#m D nothing at all A to me went back to sleep next to "Very Not You" slept in until 9:22 it means nothing at all to me the inner mountain goats scream at me how could blind affairs bring me such glee? it means nothing at all to me too big to realize the mistake I never thought to do a double take it means nothing all to me but it means everything in the world to her
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Am C dance in your head E the dreams are dead Am E Dm A started revolutions to clear your name cheated for years to win your game cracked a whip just to keep you tame kept you off the streets to remove your blame F Em C G but you had dreams, dreams without me dreams with Brits, no dreams about me I guess you could go on without me with nothing to do to you F Em C Ab armies march into your dreams everything is as it seems burning stems all depends on the dreams banging in bed the dreams are dead give the boy head the dreams are dead choking on lead the dreams are dead not enough said the dreams are dead
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River Sticks 02:02
A standing in a line D yeah, it's another one of those A D Hitler whores engaging in drug trade F#m for what you may not Bm see is that they are perfectly legal D one fur coat from perfectly regal

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released August 12, 2014

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