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Executive Dysfunction
03:42
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Why do they call it executive if I don't live on the top floor
Why do they call it executive if it doesn't pay cash
Why do they call it executive if I haven't showered in days
Why would they call it executive if I never make rent
Dysfunction for you, dysfunctional
Keep talking, yeah keep walking
Dysfunctional you, dysfunctional
Writing cheques that my ass can't cash
Dysfunctional for you, dysfunctional
Keep talking, yeah keep walking
Dysfunctional you, dysfunctional
Why do they call it executive if I haven't got a clock
There's no calendar on my wall
I don't have meetings every day
I've got nothing going on
Here for it he's not here for it
I don't even think I know where I am
Go for it there's no good moment
I don't even think they know my name
Now you're trying to get into me
But you're stuck in 2015
Yeah, you say you'll be good for the scene
Drunk talk is cheap, get up and show me
Dysfunctional you, dysfunctional me
Keep talking, yeah keep walking
Dysfunctional you, dysfunctional me
Writing cheques that my ass can't cash
Dysfunctional you, dysfunctional me
Keep talking, yeah keep walking
Dysfunctional you, dysfunctional
I'll try not to let you down, but I've failed
Guess I'll admit it
I'll never be what you wanted
Cadillac dreams
Smelling like nicotine
Shaking my head
'Cause I'm searching for anything
Tear out my throat
'Cause I'm choking on everything
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The Deal
03:15
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Window Watcher
03:08
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Every day I see you walking passed my window
Casting shadows in my mind
When you summon me, I swear I need to follow
Though you're only being kind
Wrap your hands around my waist and you excite me
I'm walking on a fragile line
But, I've accepted the rejection all I know is
I leave with nothing and that's fine.
Well you know deep in the night I hear you whisper
Draw me closer to my crime
So strange to say that I'll be haunted by the gestures
Both your souls are still alive
I claim a property that I will never keep
Jealousy not justified
Claim a property that I will never own
Wanna see you O
What is it that you're running from my baby?
What is it that I hide?
What is it that we're running from my baby?
What is it that I hide?
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5. |
Situationship
05:23
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In your last relationship
He failed to look for the signs of consent
In your last relationship
He made you cry with the words that he said
In your last relationship
He pressed you down like a delicate flower
In your last relationship
In our last relationship
We failed to look for those signs of consent
In our last relationship
We both cried from the things that we said
In our last relationship
You made me feel like I couldn't be smaller
Our last relationship, it was fucked up
In your next relationship
Will you look for the signs of consent
In your next relationship
Will you think before you say the things that you say
In your next relationship
Will you build them up with the source of your power
In your next relationship
And in your next relationship
What will you do?
What
what will you do?
What
What will you do?
What
What will you?
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
What will you do?
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
What will you do?
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
What will you do?
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
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6. |
Needed to Be
02:33
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Do you remember what we talked about?
I swear I thought it'd be the last time
Some things cemented in my brain
Are they all the same that you've let memory fade away with time?
I just needed something
I couldn't take tonight
I can't help but wonder
If you're at home and I
Know I don't need to know
About the other guys
I just needed to be
I wish I could say I don't want you
But re-location implications got me feeling blue
Keep saying time will heal my doubts
Cause I'm anomic, unproductive and my society brings me down
I just needed something
I couldn't take tonight
I can't help but wonder
If you're at home and I
Know I don't need to know
About the other guys
I just needed to be
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7. |
This Hill
03:04
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I think lots about my place in this world.
And where I'm from, I come from.
And where I've been in these months
And I'm losing sleep on this shit that's in my head
For instance, I might be living on the street in weeks.
So, you should buy my album please.
I can't stop so barkeep pour another beer
I fear that I can't keep my chill
My feet and eye lids feel like steel
I don't think I can climb this
I don't think I can climb this
I don't think I can climb this
I don't think I can climb this hill
I've got a feeling that something 'aint right
Yeah, I went a little too far last night
I'll have a lot to regret come daylight and I'll try
To keep this all under wraps, forgive me
I might have waited opportunities and left without apologies
I can't stop so barkeep pour another beer
I fear that I can't keep my chill
My feet and eyelids feel like steel
I don't think I can climb this
I don't think I could pour another beer
I fear that I can't keep my chill
My feet and eyelids feel like steel
I don't think I can climb this
I don't think I could climb this
I don't think I could climb this
I don't think I could climb this
I don't think I could climb this
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8. |
7 Years
04:38
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You wanna go for a walk?
We can slip unseen into the balcony.
Just be sure to stay quiet.
You can have all you want if you do it just right.
So why now?
I don't know.
Could you believe it all was seven years ago.
Oh how I've learned a lot.
I was the first one here that you thought you could trust.
When I'm alone I have dreams that you're wrapped around me.
I have wasted a lot of my energy.
When it's all said and done, you're a wannabe.
A cheap muse fuelled by booze
Told me I'm a piece of shit.
Well, it wasn't that bad.
Woe is me; broken dreams don't mean anything.
I always meant to stay quiet.
Seven years since I've fallen into that hole.
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9. |
Loaded
03:20
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You wanna ride the G train.
Need express permissions baby.
Stand on the side and scan the crowd.
I'm pleased to meet you for another round.
Please believe me.
I wouldn't tell you no lies.
She beseeched me.
Trippin' down the slide
Justified confusion.
Run your hands around my arms.
It magnifies delusions.
I'm dreaming in the stars.
Slide away no traction I'm loaded.
Not before I put on a little show and
Float down the river
On a funeral pyre
Please believe me.
I wouldn't tell you no lies.
She beseeched me.
Tripping down the slide
She beseeched me
She beseech me
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10. |
Won't Believe Me
04:52
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Well is it easier to pack your things
And travel far away
Than facing your surroundings
And embracing the mundane
I just started to go faster
And you wanted to run
But I wore blinders so I
Couldn't see how far you'd gone
How far you've gone
Cause I wanna see on both sides
You do it all the time
When you're gone and I
I'm maintaining no composure
I feel lazy
And unproductive
An isolated introvert
Cause I'll accept that I won't make progress
but I feel it start to turn
Well, I'm sorry if I scared you
When I started screaming
When you told me that you won't believe me
Picture this, I'm a mess
I'm a cynic's favourite cocktail
Mixed with melancholic stress
Cause I'm starting to see on both sides
You do it all the time when you're gone
And I
I'm maintaining no composure
I feel lazy
And unproductive
An isolated introvert
Cause I'll accept that I won't make progress
No
But I'm starting to see on both sides
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Flirting with the dark and moody aspects of indie rock, while simultaneously delivering an energetic, raucous spectacle of a performance, The Merci Buckets are walking that fine, interstitial line of the East Coast experience
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