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Tino
03:32
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Tino said that he’s gonna get us all into the party (whoa-oh)
And Tino said you should totally dye your hair
Tino said that it’s gonna be a time and we can’t miss it
But when we get to the party
I bet Tino isn’t there
Tino isn’t there
Tino’s never there
Tino said that we’re gonna start a band in his basement (whoa-oh)
And Tino told me ‘bout this concert, said we’ve really gotta go
Tino said he’s got tickets to give me on Wednesday
But when Wednesday comes
I bet Tino doesn’t show
Tino doesn’t show
Tino never shows
He’s hypnotizing
And mesmerizing
But Tino answers
No one’s call
Tino called, said he’s picking up and moving out to Philly (whoa-oh)
Said that anyone who’s anyone is headed out there
He’s gonna leave us high and dry
But Tino doesn’t care
Tino doesn’t care
And Tino’s never there
Tino isn’t there (He’s hypnotizing)
Tino isn’t there (And mesmerizing)
Tino’s never there (But Tino answers no one’s call)
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2. |
On the Inside
03:13
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You still have to get out of bed
Brush your teeth
Walk the dog
Don’t forget you need to take your meds
And you still have to do your job
Send emails
Make those calls
Even as you’re holding back the sobs
'Cause on the inside we’re crying, we’re dying
And this is just the start
On the inside we’re fighting, igniting
And it’s tearing us apart
You still have to go to the store
Buy some food
Cook that food
You still need to eat though it’s a chore
You still need to go fetch the mail
Wash your clothes
Clean up the house
Then get to bed so you can do it all again
But on the inside we’re bleeding and we’re needing
To know there’s something more (But is there something more?)
On the inside we’re desperate, no one gets it
And it just goes on and on
On the inside it’s dark here, no spark here
And we’re out here on our own (Always all alone)
On the inside we’re dejected, we’ve rejected
Everything we’ve always known (Everything we’ve known)
On the inside hearts are breaking, souls are aching
And none of it makes sense (I just wish that it made sense)
So we keep going never really knowing
If this ennui will ever end
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Empire
03:30
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What’s with you today?
What’s with today today?
I’ve got to tell her I love her by 1:37
We mustn't dwell, no not today
I don’t regret the things I’ve done
But those I did not do
Damn the man, save the empire
Damn the man, save the empire
Why don’t you all just fade away
I guess nobody really has it all together
Do you think this story is already written
Or could a courageous act change the course of history
Damn the man, save the empire
Damn the man, save the empire
Damn the man, save the empire
Damn the man, save the empire
Midnight…
Midnight…
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, save the empire (Damn the man, save the empire)
Damn the man, damn the man
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4. |
Avalanche
02:52
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Just because it’s inconvenient doesn’t make it untrue
Just because you disagree it doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to
There is such a thing as truth and it cannot be debated
Swapping out reality for the narrative they created
Throwing ‘round these words and phrases like you know what they mean
They keep calling out for freedom while being slaves to ideology
The emperor is naked and the city is on fire
Denial is what stokes the flames of what’s become a funeral pyre
When it all comes tumbling down
The sound is deafening
You can hear it all around
The inane, the insane
The avalanche of apathy and disdain
Grant me the strength to survive today
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5. |
Cabin Fever
04:40
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Sitting alone
Nobody’s home
With a mind that’s in overdrive right now
What is that sound
Spinning around
A time bomb that’s about to explode
And it feels like sinking
When you can’t stop the thinking
Clear out the clutter and let’s get this sorted out
Every night
Try as I might
I can’t seem to get out of the gate
Nothing in here
Is at all clear
It’s hard to know what to do anymore
It’s so hard the not knowing
Where anything’s going
Wake me up later after all of this has passed
[MONLOGUE]
I’m starting to wonder why I’m still here–In this house, in this city, in this country… The whole thing just makes you start to question everything to the point that I’m starting to wonder if I even know who I am anymore. Every cell in my body is screaming out for change–change in every arena of my life: my job, my home, my goals–all the things I used to take for granted, all the things I never questioned before. And it’s like my brain is racing a million miles a minute and I can’t keep up. I’ve got all these things I want to do and somehow I feel paralyzed and stuck. I can’t move. My mind won’t stop, but my body won’t start, won’t act, won’t just do something–anything… I mean, obviously the world has forever been changed and by extension our individual lives will change as well. I just wish I could go somewhere. I wish I could do something. I wish I could see someone. I need to get out of this place before these four walls consume me whole. Before I really lose my mind, whatever is left of it to lose.
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6. |
Making a Dying
03:37
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Every morning
Day after day
It’s always the same
Never any change
So I am proposing
That we pack up and go
Challenge the status quo
And everything we know
You’re not making a living if you just work until you die
This can’t be how we were meant to spend our lives
Always searching but we never seem to find
That peace of mind
Numbers on pages
Struggling to define
Where to draw the line
How to spend the time
Consume all the knowledge
Of those who went before
Who opened up the door
The ones you can’t ignore
Step outside your comfort zone and you may see
That there is more than just one way to be
A human being on this big chaotic sphere
The answer’s here
So hold on…
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Dear Daria Washington, D.C.
Washington, DC-based four-piece Dear Daria writes storyteller songs about angst, love, social commentary, mental health, and a longing for the world to be the kind of safe and accepting place we all wished we lived in. Dear Daria is a brightly-colored swirl of power pop, indie rock, alt-rock, and pop punk. Frontwoman Maryjo Mattea says “it's like if Lennon and McCartney grew up in the 90s”. ... more
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