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Ted Nugent is a pussy
Ted Nugent is a pussy
Ted Nugent is a pussy
This will only sound good if you’re high
This will only sound good if you’re high
This will only sound good if you’re high
This will only sound good
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Ted Nugent Is A Pussy
03:28
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Are you ready to fucking rock?
Go over the top and stop at nothing to cheer us on
Are we cut from the same cloth? Yes we are!
Do you have an opinion?
If it’s different from the mainstream yell, “Fuck yeah!”
Tell the man to fuck off
Why bother?
Are you sick of the same song
playing over and over again inside your head
How do you turn it off? You can’t turn it off!
You’re so incredibly someone
But you wish like hell you were somebody else instead
At least you’re nobody’s pet
Why bother?
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Wake up, boy, you’ve been asleep for days
Don’t you know your life’s a passing phase?
One day you’ll look back and see it clear
Wishing you were anywhere but here
Wake up, boy, you’ve been asleep for days
The world spins on without you anyways
And so do all the ones who you hold dear
Wishing you were anywhere but here
Wishing you were anywhere but here
Maybe this was all just a dream
And everything is the way it should be
Nothing’s ever quite what it seems
And nobody cares about what it all means
I know you can feel it, but you can’t explain
It’s like everyone else is just playing a game
But everyone else probably feels the same
Wandering aimless
Lost and alone, with no place to go
Just tired of wandering aimless
Praying for death with every breath
Yeah, maybe this was all just a dream
And everything is the way it should be
Or maybe not
Wake up, boy, you’ve been asleep for days
I keep running circles in my head
Spiraling around until a sound comes out again
Until my voice is loud again
Echoes are the only noises left
Bouncing off the walls as if they’re wont to wake the dead
Shake these demons from their beds
It’s so good to see you, tell me how you’ve been
This feels so familiar, but I don’t remember when
I’d better be going; something feels wrong
We are singing different words, and none of them belong
And all the things I should’ve done instead
Waiting on the wayside for this lunacy to end
But this shit don’t ever end
No, this shit won’t ever end
No, this shit won’t ever end
Maybe this was all a mistake
And nobody cares how much shit you can take
Keep pleasant thoughts that the world will change
Of music, of laughter, of all still unfrayed
Yeah keep pleasant thoughts, it’ll all wash away
To a perfect blankness
Where we can’t come back
That’s all that I ask
Yeah, maybe this was all a mistake
But somebody’s coming to set things straight
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I can’t be bothered by the whimsy of the weather as it changes
And to be quite honest, I don’t want to hear my thoughts reiterated anyway
I just want to find some peace today, but something’s always on my mind
I can’t think clearly, I can’t focus on the present as it passes
I’m here but barely, I don’t care about what happens to be happening to me
I miss you dearly, but I feel we’re disappearing, cause there’s nothing in the mirror but reflections of a dream
I just want to find some peace today, but something’s always on my mind
Oh, I just want to find some peace today. Watch pretty clouds drift right on by
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A Meditation On Apathy
04:17
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It’s only music in the background
It won’t drown out all your thoughts
Worry not, one day you’ll die and they’ll all be gone
It doesn’t really even matter
And no one ever really cares
Just pretend like we’re not here
Your prayers for silence have been answered
Be careful what you’re wishing for
If you ever get it all, you’ll still want more
It doesn’t really even matter
When noise is all that you can hear
The message cuts through crystal clear
I can see you standing there all waiting for the end
I promise that it’s coming soon, my friends
The Earth once ‘round its axis and once more round again
Give or take some meaningless percent
The curtain falls. Applaud! Applaud! And gather at the doors
I’ll meet you outside for cigarettes
I won’t be long, but if you’re gone, let’s get together soon
There must be better things we’ve ought to do
It doesn’t really even matter
So let it all just disappear
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Hello, weary traveler, your journey’s almost over
It’s time to do it all again
Every iteration sounds the same as you grow older
And no one else is listening
But it gets harder to let go
When it’s the only thing you know
Hello, aimless wanderer, the end is growing nearer
And you don’t even seem to care
You don’t have any answers, but the questions become clearer
When no one is around to hear
It’s getting harder to hold on
You had a reason, but it’s gone
Goodbye, strange philosopher, may you complete your journey
Maybe it’ll lead you home
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Spinning ‘round the universe in search of finding somewhere you belong
But you’re so small and weak you move in place or don’t move anywhere at all
Run around in circles as you please
You’ve reached the end, now it’s gonna repeat
Are you still contagious? Are you still in some outrageous state of mind?
Walking through the darkness, all you had to do was open up your eyes
You’ll never have the answers that you seek
You’ll never figure out what it don’t mean
You’re just looking at the sky through the trees
I laid down on the ground and went to sleep
And had the very most peculiar dream
The corpses stretched from sea to shining sea
And all of the destruction came from me
And centuries and centuries abound
Each moment undisturbed by wretched sound
Nor dust, nor chaos, nor philosophy
Alas, that’s not how things turned out to be
You wake up feeling rotten, you’ve forgotten all the beauty that you saw
You wait for time to pass, and time will pass until there isn’t time at all
It ends the same as any other day, and I’m afraid I might know why
Even though you think you don’t you know, already, how it feels to die
You’re looking hard, but you won’t ever see
No truth you find will ever set you free
You’re just looking at the sky through the trees
You’re still looking at the sky through the trees
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Existential Bullshit
04:48
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I don’t want to write another tune
About how there ain’t shit to do
How everything has got me down
Or all my time is running out
I don’t want to write one about you
I don’t want to sing another song
Where all the words just come out wrong
I don’t have nothing left to say
You never listen anyway
I don’t want to keep on keeping on
It’s
Existential bullshit
Existential bullshit
I don’t want to play another note
I don’t want to have another smoke
I just need to get some sleep
But peace of mind don’t come too cheap
I don’t want to have to learn to cope
with
Existential bullshit
Existential bullshit
Existential bullshit (It’s existential, baby
Oh yeah)
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I Loved Rugs
06:02
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These are just feelings, you’ve felt them before
Whipping around in your head
Flashing and fleeting like flicks from my cigarette
Bending and breathing, inert or ignored
Flowering under your skin
These are just feelings, you don’t have to let any in
I promise I won’t ever hurt you
Unless you try and hurt me first
No one else is ever gonna love you as much as I do
No one else is ever gonna get you as fuckin’ high (yeah, yeah)
No one else is ever gonna love you as much as I love drugs
I love drugs
These are just feelings, you need them again
Quickly, before you forget
Crashing and fading, inflating unpayable debts
These are just feelings, you need them some more
It’s time to cash in your checks
Sooner or later the reaper will come and collect
You have my word that I’ll protect you
And I won’t question what you’re worth
Oh, no one else is ever gonna love you as much as I do
No one else is ever gonna get you as fuckin’ high (yeah, yeah) (yup)
No one else is ever gonna love you as much as I love drugs
I love drugs
LOL
No one else is ever gonna love you as much as I love drugs
I love drugs
(That was the best one, I thought)
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