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Crossroads
01:13
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I’m pushing past my stitched shut lips to speak about the same old shit
Like how we’re growing up but going nowhere
I’m sick of all this lust we breath but my lungs just need consistency
Yet i’m different than when you first knew me
I’m so drained from all my yelling cuz my whisper sounds the same
I’ve gone and changed again, changing what you thought you knew back then
I’m sore from holding back everything I mean to say to you
I’m not your day dream, please just bury me.
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Masquerade
03:33
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Hey! I’ve seen you here before, remember then?
When you always said that would find a perfect ending to all our dreams.
Now what do you have to show besides your hand crafted masquerade?
And what you call your apathy
So don’t come back here thinking that you’ll fit in
Don’t think that everything's the same
So don’t come back here thinking that you’ll fit in
Don’t think that everyone’s the same (Because you changed)
Your progression met self obsession
Later finding old regression
Is that what you call living life?
So stay awhile in my head and fill the absence you left behind
Your ignorance matched your wealth this time.
Your heads so high up in the clouds
You’re losing room to think about
How hard you’ll hit the ground
So don’t come back here thinking that you’ll fit in
Don’t think that everything's the same
So don’t come back here thinking that you’ll fit in
Don’t think that everyone’s the same (Because you changed)
And I hate who you’ve become
And I hate the world that you live in
And I think of all the times
Where you kept a whole a half
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Empty Shelf
03:12
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There's a million things about me that never quite add up.
But what's an empty shelf without it's dust?
Why do I remain so oblivious?
To the empty air in my lungs that keeps happiness lust.
I'm abusing my mind reusing old lines to speak about the future from the past.
Where I fill the cracks with useless fucking hatred.
I keep wasting all my time,
with all this negativity.
I keep wasting all my time,
to try and find some peace of mind.
I wish that I could call this home
I wish I wasn't so alone,
never go back there, never come back here.
I'm breaking down what I built up
I took my time to find the rut,
that I've been stuck in
I'm fucking trapped in.
I wish that I could call this home
I wish I wasn't so alone,
never go back there, never come back here.
I'm breaking down what I built up
I took my time to find the rut,
that I've been stuck in
I'm fucking trapped in.
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Old Wounds
05:12
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And I wish that I can speak what’s on my mind
But I’m better at opening old wounds
And I’m running out of patience in my life
to figure out what went wrong when you went away
And I’m breaking down my walls for once
to take a look inside of where I chose to hide
And I’m shutting down inside, again
to act like I’m better off
Breaking all my promises
What’s the point of changing colors
When the image stays the same
I swear I’d lie to make you happy
But I’m so drained of my dishonesty
It’s not you or me
We found comfort in the air but just need more room to breathe
And I’m scared to leave
What’s the point of changing colors
When the image stays the same
I swear I’d lie to make you happy
But I’m so drained of my dishonesty
(sample)
I wish that I could tell you
What I believe
I wish that I could let you know
I hate every breath I breathe
I just wish that I could be the same
I just wish that I could be
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Convalescence
03:35
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Who have I become?
A nervous wreck obsessed with second guessing myself
(And it’s getting harder to keep still)
And I’m so sick
of walking when my lungs are begging me to run
So don’t act like I’m not choking while you drown
A picture perfect image that isn’t clear
And now I’m back to the same place
that I swore I’d never return to
And now I’m back to the same place
that I swore I’d never return to
(But now it feels like home)
Let me break it down for you
Of what it’s like to be stuck in between dishonesty
And the happiness that you call greed
With writing on the wall
But you never took the time to read at all
I tried my hardest to let you know
I’m dying and I’m stuck in time
I tried my hardest to let you know
I’m dying and I’m stuck in time
And now I’m back to the same place
that I swore I’d never return to
And now I’m back to the same place
that I swore I’d never return to
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Belmont Chicago, Illinois
Chicago Pop Punk
Taz Johnson: Vocals
Brian Lada: Drums
Sam Patt: Guitar/Back up vocals
Alex Weiringa: Bass Guitar/back up vocals
Belmont recommends:
Mishandled is a kick ass band!
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Silver Lake (GO TO COASTLINESIL.BANDCAMP.COM FOR OUR NEW PAGE)
by Cover the Coastline (Coastlines)
One of the best albums to come out of the Chicago scene in a while.
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Don't Come Home
by Knuckle Puck
supported by 36 fans who also own “Vicissitude”
This is what started it all, Like forming my own mosh pit in my moms living room while no one was home.
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NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL CLUB 85
by Club 85
A pop-punk compilation benefitting the beloved Club 85 venue in Hertfordshire, UK, featuring contributions from 32 bands.
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Drunk Dial #12 - Gentleman Jesse
by Gentleman Jesse
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover.
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