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Instruduction
00:40
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2. |
Ace Of BAC/DC
01:49
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They say a drive can clear your mind
But I woke up and felt the same way again
I took the long way home to try again to rid you of my brain
I listened to simplicity and hopelessly yearned for that summer vacation I spent with the gold record
Sometimes a piece of art finds you perfectly timed to make a deep impact on the rest of your life
When this vacation ends are we cool? We'll scramble for the warmth, worry like adults for summer that you love
Sometimes a piece of art finds you perfectly timed to make a deep impact on the rest of your life
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3. |
All That I Know
02:02
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I'll come home and lie in bed for weeks
Until I finally fall asleep and dream
Everything's turned out okay
I don't need you
You don't need me
I'm fine asleep
I'll stay asleep
But I'm trying to leave Reno now
Again I'm back and just as down
I'll wake up on the day
Two years have quickly passed away
And nothing's changed
Except that you have moved away
We'll probably never be okay
And I'm still here
Forever here
But I'm going to leave again
Drunken smiles with my friends
Because it's the only thing I know how to do
But at some point it's got to come to an end
I'll come home and lie in bed for weeks
Until I finally fall asleep and dream
Everything's turned out okay
I don't need you
You don't need me
I'm fine asleep
I'll stay asleep
But I'm trying to leave Reno now
Again I'm back and just as down
Thought I could find someone to embrace
Maybe in a better place
And I don't need you
You don't need me
I'm fine asleep
I'll stay asleep
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4. |
Help To Forget
02:23
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Laying with the lights on
Running through my head
I didn't drink enough
To slow it down inside
And if she is out there
I hope to find her soon
Take me away from this lonely brain
That's missing you
Twelve ounces
To forget
What you said
I can't think about it
Someday will I complete
All the pages in this book
It took years to fill the last
With ebbs and flows
I never crossed out words
I used to have direction
Now I've deleted the past
To many times to remember
Twelve ounces
To forget
What I said
I can't sleep about it
How many lonely nights like this one will it take
To fill these pages with memories wilfullly erased?
Twelve ounces
To forget
What we said
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I don’t really have a home
Just four wheels that push the earth around me
The scenery comes and goes
But it’s always interesting
I think about the comfort of a home
Wife, dog, stability
But this is a style of life
That lends itself to being lonely
Is it hard for you to set your alarm?
Do you find comfort in your mailing address?
I’m just trying to find the best way to be alive
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6. |
Instrulude
00:51
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7. |
Photography
01:41
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I don't bother taking pictures of the moon sky anymore
It's still as beautiful as it ever was
I've gotten so comfortable with it always being there
Unnoticed beautiful forgotten just because
We will see our last moon rise
I will wish I took those pictures
Though mostly lost that snap of beauty remembers
Somebody wrote the song for how I'm feeling
So I'll just sit and listen
I don't take pictures of the sunset anymore
They can never capture the true beauty of what's in the air
Taking for granted getting all too comfortable
When it’s gone sad what you had’s no longer there
We will see our last sunset and
I will wish I had those pictures
Though mostly lost that snap of beauty remembers
Somebody wrote the song for how I'm feeling
So I'll just sit and listen
Wish I could be the one who found such beauty in this chaos
Wish I could be the one who found such beauty in this chaos
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There are some times out on the road
When you think about your home
And then you start to miss your friends
Those miles never seem to end
But then the show starts
You're starting to get drunk
You realize this is what you live for
And you remember to have fun
Because if this is not fun
Then what's the point in trying
Might as well give up
On these dreams that are dying
But it's you my friends
Who keep me coming around
So let's get drunk
when I come to your town
There are some times out on the road
When you think about your home
And then you start to miss your friends
Those miles never seem to end
But then the show starts
And you're starting to get drunk
You realize this is what you live for
And you remember to have fun
Because if this is not fun
Then what's the point in trying
Might as well give up
On these dreams that are dying
But it's you my friends
Who keep me coming around
So let's get drunk
Wake up in the morning and feel shitty
We've got to drive to the next city
Because it's our job to get drunk
With another fucking awesome group of friends
I know that this is still fun
So I will keep on trying
Never will give up
On these dreams until I'm dying
So let's party my friends
And I'll keep coming around
So we can get drunk
When I come to your town
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9. |
Singing About Drinking
03:22
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I haven't been drinking as much as i have been singing about drinking
I don’t know if I have been feeling any better but the smiles aren’t the same
This time around, I’m pretty sure, I think that they are actually genuine
Who knows how long it’ll stick around
Ill take what I can get to feel okay
I think I've got to step away
maybe take a break
I'm burning myself out
Losing track of what's fun
I want to have my own bed
I wanna sit and play guitar
I've been working so hard
Where have I been?
I don't know where I've been
I'll go out and watch my friends play music and feel okay for the night
The feeling fades but I’m okay I’ll wake up somehow and get through the day
It’s strange to know just how this goes the ups and downs can feel so incidental
Just take them in and keep moving forget the fact that you acted that way
These Stupid Songs are always there to pull me out of depression
I want to believe
That I will never forget them
I only fucked up once
It was a better day than yesterday
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10. |
Weak Week
03:40
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Getting lost in nostalgia again
I put on the records that bring me back to that place
If I could only open my eyes to the inspiration
I don't eat enough
It's a bed with no sheets
No comfort without the warmth
I'll drink this one for you
But it's the last one
It's our first drink of the year
It drops off of my face on to your strings
We will have a smoke and sing along with sad songs
These old dead strings resonate deeply tonight
I hope you're lying next to him
Thinking about what we could have been
I'm drinking alone again
You told me you loved me
I never told you why I couldn't respond for months
I could never repay you for the years of support
Sleep is for the week
Maybe that's why I can't lift this pen
Always you in my brain stabbing at my memory
I'd rather sleep all week
Sleep is for the week
I'd rather sleep all week
It's our first drink of the year
It drops off of my face on to your strings
We will have a smoke and sing along with sad songs
These old dead strings resonate deeply tonight
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11. |
Instruoutro
01:49
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Chris Fox Reno, Nevada
Chris Fox is a professional, internationally touring, singer/songwriter from Reno, NV rooted in punk rock with songs about life experiences, traveling, relationships, and bummers. Energetic emotion fuels live performances. He's best known for his punk bands Vampirates and Boss' Daughter. ... more
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