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Strike a Poseur
01:04
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Shock and awe has hushed you; created all the rules.
Assemble from the lungs the staples that you hold.
You wanna say it – it’s time to strike.
Not at the bottom of bottles. They say our music is dead – dead, dead, dead, dead.
We placate them with nostalgia. Nostagia or desertion? Either way, our future – dead, dead, dead, dead.
So if you’ve got self-disclaimers, shut your mouth. Or raise your voice.
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2. |
Sidewalks End
03:42
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Fellow fools argue testament dumb and bold.
Hate filled for the Other, ass sealed tight in rage
Faces stoic for the crowds who gather round –
Hoping to present themselves as moral confidants.
And they did by throwing rocks – they break bones and chip ‘til it’s just debris below our feet.
Below our…
(Make the sidewalks end) Stay tuned for narrow minded closures, watered-down disaster, structured shallowness (pride has been so good to us).
(Make the sidewalks end) It’s seems today, we’re resting on our laurels.
Pride has been so good to us. Pride has been so good to us. But don’t lose focus – we’re all confused. There’s a flaw.
Wait for the dust to chalk the road on the walks that we once knew.
And now they’re old and underused. And I’m so proud and petty.
Still something’s understood: fanatical builds break bones and chip ‘til it’s just debris.
(Make the sidewalks end) Stay tuned for narrow minded closures, watered-down disaster, structured shallowness (pride has been so good to us).
(Make the sidewalks end) It’s seems today, we’re resting on our laurels.
Pride has been so good to us. Pride has been so good to us. But don’t lose focus. We’re all confused…
There’s a flaw.
I’m charging my judgments fair and right, keeping these heart strings threaded tight.
I won’t respond at all.
I’ll let you live it down.
Fanatical builds break bones and chip ‘til it’s just debris.
I won’t respond at all.
I’ll let you live it down. It’s just debris.
I won’t respond at all.
I won’t respond at all.
I won’t respond at all.
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3. |
Wits and Reason
04:59
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This is violence growing slowly. It’s not a new routine.
At least not for not for me. It’s ‘the disease’ I thought – but it’s more than chronic.
So pull the plug and I’ll refuel. It beats me down and I’m done.
Not bullet proof, so fuck the posture of battle and abuse.
‘Cause that’s not dissuasion (not dissuasion). That’s not dissuasion. That’s not reason.
Bummed out at a ripe teen age. I’ve seen it. I lived it. Didn’t know I soaked up their reprisal.
But I pitched it; I’d rather fight myself and grow through disputed value.
You’re feeling alienated – you still gotta do it right.
It’s growing slowly . It’s not about esteem.
Let scrutiny begin with me. Decline to accept the caustic.
So powerful, it makes us cruel. It beats you down and I’m done.
We’re not bullet proof. So fuck the posture of battle and abuse.
‘Cause that’s not dissuasion. That’s not dissuasion. That’s not reason.
Bummed out at a ripe teen age. I’ve seen it. I lived it. Didn’t know I soaked up their reprisal.
But I pitched it; I’d rather fight myself and grow through disputed value.
You’re feeling alienated – you still gotta do it right.
I’m not the type to ever get it right.
Insanity to think that might makes right, and that shit has got to go.
I’m not the type to ever get it right.
This ethic follows all my life, and that shit has got to go.
Not the type to ever get it right.
This ethic follows all my life, I know that shit has got to go.
My wits aren’t reason.
A sickness of me and you – by human hands – I’m done.
We’re not bullet proof. So fuck the posture of battle and abuse.
I’d fight your battle, with wits and reason.
No fair-weathered explanations that aren’t guided at all.
And I swear.
If subtle, yet different is all I need to hate all parts of you.
Then hate is for the faint.
The faint will find their fall.
Subtle, yet different is all I need to hate all parts of you.
But hate is for the faint.
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4. |
Beacons
05:01
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You said that it takes time, and that’s fine, but meanwhile, I’ve fired away.
But meanwhile I fired away. I don’t claim to be the answer to questions we need raised.
I elevate a beacon burned out; vying estimations.
Against the grain, you’re saving face.
Not infallible, I failed in full.
I elevate a beacon burned out; still I defend, be a little bold – the more you know.
It’s never what you’re wrong about. No.
It’s when you’re right you never think to let that go, so let it go.
And we will be party to more astute altitudes.
Or we will be – yeah, we will be – still darkened beacons, shots rebounding, this rhetoric can’t fix.
So I’m testing my refusal and I’m getting angry.
I’m not the only one…
I don’t claim to be the answer to questions we need raised.
It’s something like a t-shirt turned out; private expositions.
The Babbitt paints the gallery.
As the lantern smokes, make the bard a toast.
And hope the hero finally saves us. Still I defend, be a little bold – the more you know.
It’s never what you’re wrong about. No.
So I’m testing my refusal and I’m getting angry.
We’re all responsible; acting is not enough.
So close to further the deal. But who will take the shot and back from sentiment.
I said call me on my faults. I will join – and I’ll repay. I’ll repay.
Who stands to make the call? Takes all.
Who stands to make the call? Takes all.
It’s a welcome challenge; you lead like a lesson, don’t let them down.
To pushing your friends who send it back with love. It’s in a life that you lead.
No darkened beacons, shots resounding, this rhetoric can fix.
I don’t claim to be the answer to questions we need raised.
They never gave or shared their searchlight – not to limitation.
The way is made standing straight.
The song is not a court, the choice is yours.
our perception, your realism; still I defend, be a little bold – the more you know.
It’s never what you’re wrong about. No.
It’s when you’re right you never think to let that go, so let it go.
And we will be party to more astute altitudes.
Or we will be – yeah, we will be – still darkened beacons, shots rebounding, this rhetoric can’t fix.
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5. |
Sell Out or Shell Out
05:18
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Always saw the sense in service; never aim to sell yourself.
Fight fair with obligation – not haste or compromise.
The money’s gone; we’re gonna spend through the red, and that’s fine.
And I’ve got…
Two choices. But I won’t make one – I won’t. I’m faking something, oh, that I can count on, and…
(Hold sway for…) If pressured for tradition and steady income, how long can we concern ourselves?
Cut from what I’ve got.
I wake to another day – integrity or not.
I’m not pouting, I’m afraid.
Each and every day I’m shelling out. I’m shelling out. I’m shelling out.
(Hold sway for…) If pressured for tradition and steady income, how long can we concern ourselves?
A cut from what I’ve got.
I wake to another day – integrity or not.
I’m not pouting, I’m afraid.
The price we all should pay – I’m shelling out.
No pay, the market’s flooded – well, no shit – and you’re free to go.
In the age of trending product – create – made with heart and soul.
The money’s gone; we’re gonna spend through the red, and that’s fine.
Two choices. Two choices.
And I won’t make one. I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.
Was heading back from a rock show and I knew where I’d turn to for making good.
They said to be the change and change the world. Give it all away.
(Hold sway for…) When pressured for tradition and steady income, how long can we concern ourselves?
And cut from what I’ve got.
I wake to another day – integrity or not.
I’m not pouting, I’m afraid.
Each and every day I’m shelling out. I’m shelling out. I’m shelling out.
(Hold sway for…) Money changes everything I’m told
(Hold sway for…) And time will tell it all.
(Hold sway for…) Money changes everything I’m told.
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6. |
Monsters Do Exist
03:55
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So I’ve been in a rut from spending so much. And this wealth will surely spoil.
So ashamed all the time, these estates all vice.
And monsters do exist (We never mind our decline)
Our kids no longer introspective; desires unelected.
And monsters do exist (We never mind our decline)
It’s not what we own. Don’t caste us over gallows.
Everything has a price. And this manic greed, it warns of beauty itemized.
I’m so ashamed all the time, I’m frugal and tight.
And monsters do exist (We never mind our decline)
Our kids no longer introspective; desires unelected.
And monsters do exist (We never mind our decline)
So I’ve been in a rut from spending so much. And this wealth will surely spoil.
Not the fiend, but the fool, the target and tool.
It’s not what we own. (We never mind our decline)
Our kids no longer introspective; desires unelected.
And monsters do exist (We never mind our decline)
It’s not what we own. It’s not what we own.
It’s not what we own. Don’t caste us over gallows.
And raise those relics proud now. Raise those relics proud now.
And raise those relics proud now. (Raise those relics proud now).
Raise those relics proud now. Proud now.
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7. |
They're Starting Fires
03:46
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Making bets that I’d be long gone. No restraints as far as I saw. Squirming like a pawn.
Strike at the source, I finally found my place. Oh shit, my life is failing: contribution none.
The shame remains, I’ll let it lead. I had to tell myself the best ain’t what I’ve done. The best is yet to come. I took my time back.
I’d welcome disappointment. I should have done this more than months ago.
And if I feel like an empty vessel gunning for a door.
Then it better be that I do it again.
When I quit again. When I quit again. When I quit again.
Just a test and failing’s common. Boxed in and friendship bombing. Squirming like a pawn.
Strike at the source, I finally found my place. Oh shit, my life is failing: contribution none.
The shame remains, I’ll let it lead. I had to tell myself the best ain’t what I’d done. The best is yet to come. I took my time back.
I’d welcome disappointment. I should have done this more than months ago.
And if I feel like an empty vessel gunning for a door.
Then it better be that I do it again.
When I quit again.
Giving a shit is getting old, as is performing what I’m told. Goodbye to you.
And I feel like an empty vessel gunning for a door. I should’ve done this more than months ago.
I’d welcome disappointment.
Strike at the source, I finally found my place. Oh shit, my life is failing: contribution none.
So I made the decision to not feel so fucking lost.
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8. |
Bad Scene
04:09
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I should have said I hate your face or band, I guess.
‘Cause I can taste that competitive edge.
When people never matter, the music matters for no one.
It lays waste for kids to imitate. I could tell by their looks, they were sick.
By the look….
The first sign of an ending scene, losing civility.
You’re talking shit!
And oh-oh, It’s a bad scene. Bad scene.
Sugar coat the idolatry. This culture’s based on a minute.
Bleed it, gotta get it, get out!
They’re feeling chic, but they’re bored.
What we play is a statement not a billboard.
What we know is you’d better be goddamned selfless.
‘Cause it’s what we reap.
Does anybody feel me? Do you remember when?
I think I learned not to suffer attempts of the mouth not honestly answering.
Does anybody feel me? Do you remember when?
A bad scene when the words don’t follow in deed.
A bad scene when the words don’t follow in deed.
By the look….
The first sign of an ending scene, losing civility.
You’re talking shit!
And oh-oh, I’m care free, care free.
See what comes of hedonic creed? And this culture’s sacked in the pit,
Bleeding from the chin and the mouth.
Who’s gonna fix what we broke?
What we play is a statement not a billboard.
What we know is you’d better be goddamned selfless.
‘Cause it’s what we reap.
‘Cause I can taste that competitive edge.
My motion stumbling, stammering.
Blank faces can’t rattle this when I dance the dream to let you know.
Let you know. It lets you know.
And my motions stumbling, stammering.
Blank faces can’t rattle this when I dance the dream to let you know.
Let you know.
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Poor Me Denver, Colorado
Formed in 2010, Denver, CO’s Poor Me has always been a passion project; an alchemical merging of charged aggression and killer songwriting. Catharsis comes and goes in a mass of sweating bodies, fists raised to the stage. This is skate punk dragged into the now—where fast drums, muscular riffs, and razor-wire lyrics unite to document a world more fucked than ever. ... more
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