The Worst Of: Volume I (Peanut Butter Bears)
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The Champ Is Here
00:42
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The champ is here
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Fruits Are High In Trees
02:52
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Bury the hatchet
No, bury your head
No, bury the truth
No, bury your dead
This opens more doors than it closes
The decision was always yours
The key was in your hand the entire time
I can’t even lead you to water anymore
Hit the same note on the piano
Does the rhythm make it music?
Saying the same thing to me day after day
Doesn’t make you a singer
Time to change your tune
Sterile waiting room
Head in hands
A collection of strangers
All desperate for answers
Hang in the air like a word
Levitation
Hang in the air like a
Secret
What’s that shadow in the distance
Unidentified
Approaching
It’s not a costume
If you wear it all year long
If you’re not a ghost
What’s with the white sheet?
Loss
What's the cost
What's the gain
Hide the skulls
Behind the clothes
All in all
I can’t imagine
A better way
To spend the day
All in all
I can’t imagine
Taking that risk
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Squirrel VS Squirtle
04:29
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These are the words
I should have said
I love to see you smile
I can’t help but stare
I see you in all the colors
Blue green purple orange and red
You lift me up like smoke
And put my heels over my head
You are every
Thing
I could ever
Want
Mutual growth
Is
What everyone should strive for
You are everything I need
And I’m so scared to lose you to push you away
Look inside myself to see
What
I should have seen
All along
It’s you
Always has
Been you
So here it is
The truth about
The way I was
The way I am
I am not worth
Your time anymore
I love the way your heart sound when you’re lying next to me
You should not tolerate
My shit anymore
Your heart I will never break
Smiles never fade away
Could you ever
Picture renewed
Life among us
What do you see?
I promise you
How could I become a better person
Without introspection
This is not an empty
Prediction
The rain will wash away
Every mistake I've ever made
And give me a
Clean slate
Clean slate
Every choice leaves a scar
And the past grows so far
Try to find the light before it's too late and we are all dead
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Broot Beer
02:42
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Discard your masters
The way we were isn't set in stone
Gather the knowledge
Can't spew fire where we built a home
Destroy
Destroy everything you thought you ever knew
This is not who you are
This is not who you should be
Try to be something more
Something even better
Than something you ever thought you
Could possibly be
Grow into another
Learn, unlearn, relearn
If your heroes are standing above you
With their boots on your neck
Do not fret
Remove them
Do not fear yourself
We are not who you remember
Us to be
We opted to grow into
Less toxic
People who only want to
Share with you
The humans we have become
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A Glass Of Green Tea
04:14
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Paint the walls. The wood is splitting and I won't stand for it. Put up a fresh coat, cover up the lies. I'm getting a headache. Splitting my cranium. My walls are getting closer. Square feet area shrinking. I think I need to move out. Leave me alone! Just crawl out my front door. Oh stand aside. Be polite, I'll show you out. Pace back and forth and back and forth.
Please don't leave me all alone.
I'm sorry, please come back in. I can be so rash sometimes. Would you like me to prepare some tea? A Glass of Green Tea. What the fuck are you doing? I said get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my house or I'll fucking kill you.
Finally, Peace at last. Boy I sure hope it lasts. Boy, my house sure is small.
Misunderstanding paranoia. Circulating my psychosis. Renovate mass phobia. Disregard my diagnosis. I need one more line.
What are you planning to do? When your life finally breaks? When your wrists finally leak? When your lungs fill with black?
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Beneath The Plastic
01:00
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In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king. When the king commands silence all the people sing. The bigger they are the harder they fall.
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Sometimes words speak louder then actions since we are reduced to these letters. You are everything but a stranger and that is for the better. The view from up there must beat the one down here. But wrong turns right. But up comes down. And that is where we will meet, dear.
You have a good head on your shoulders but the crown weighs too much. I pray for your voice and I breathe for your touch.
For quite sometime this quote of mine has been dancing around in my head. My God, it is stuck behind my eyes. These leaves, they fall stiff in cold December. I have an open hand and a bitter heart. Slow wit and a sharp tongue.
You can only be blinded if you see the light, and I’m going deaf from the roar overhead. Home is years away and the calendars are getting longer. The days are getting hotter.
I hope that sorry helps because if not then you must be helpless.
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Sent down from the heavens. Destroying everything that's in my path. Shedding all the blood of man. Bow down to me your new master. Burning bodies like they were sticks. Unless they're marked with the 666.
It's time to bring you back. Show 'em how to shake that ass. Reality. Your empire already fell. Follow me back to your Hell. Suffering! Fires rain from blessed skies at hand. Burning all your toiled land. Spoiled camgirls take your business. Strippers of the Apocalypse, you will win this. Breakdown. Nothing now.
Misery loves company! The skies rain upon the children,
Upon their graves.
Your makers have fallen. Your masters are calling! The demons are
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Fifteen Minutes Of Fame
15:20
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Crawling!
Soundclip
Headlights lead the way
It’s just the two of us tonight
Yellow lines bend and sway
Summer heat lingers in the shade of the night
My head does not like to elevate
Turn the radio up
It keeps the rest of the world out
Summer soundtracks can last a lifetime
Trade in mom’s sedan
Fit everyone in the van
I’m sorry Dan,
we let you down again
Fuck that band!
I’m going to keep playing until midnight
Go for a swim and start again
Make an album in a minute
This is going to make us famous
Promise we can sell a ticket
Backup signals don’t alert every cycle
But draw every pair of eyes
Coffee shops lead to church group stares
Take a running jump and make a getaway
Nothing was certain except for everything
Having everything and nothing all at once
Drifting to the middle of the universe
All alone and all together
Going back to the lake too many times
Only to go back to the desert
Sepia tone every time
Have you heard this song before?
I found it in Top Ten Breakdowns Of All Time
Part 64. Check out this lyric interpretation video
Did you hear
the new song on
my
home page?
MySpace. Top eight.
Yeaaaaaaaaah
Post every band we’re playing with in a bulletin
Loosen your grip on reality
By staying up late
This time we’ll finish the trilogy
Background noise for song title conversations
Don’t ask about our name
You’ll get no explanation
I’ll come over tonight and write a new song, give me 5 or 10
Send me the file on MSN Messenger
We’ll write the lyrics and vocals as we go
Just one take
Just one more song and the album’s complete
Print one hundred copies with the man's supply
CD release shows were all for a grade
Opener got famous but we stayed the same
Sloppiest pits I've ever seen
Keep the movement going because everyone else quit
Either making babies or singing like a cue stick
A town full of dead air
Get back in the van
Get a printout from mapquest again
Full tour of the valley
Two dates!
Watching our heroes from the side stage
Our villains are onstage
Don’t care about getting sponsored by music companies
We have our own instruments
That get thrown on the floor
Just hook us up with sugar shells and flavored water
Pretzels and tea
The creativity of youth combines comedy and brutality
Why would anyone think of that
Ten years later we'll be stuck
cleaning up that mess
But it's all worth it
Every listener
But even without, it's just to create
I don’t know
about you
but I’ve never
been
happier
than making
music
in this band
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lolbreakdown
breakdownlol
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11. |
Brick Wall VS Black Hole
04:46
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Running, fighting, on a ship. Afraid to catch a splinter. The cabin boy stole my girl. I will take his dinner.
Spontaneity. This fire burns for us all. I am weak but you are destined. There should only be you and me.
My head became the skull of a dragon. Your fucking cottage will be burned down into ice.
Risks are not
Your strong suit.
Forget that
I am you
This is insomnia. I don’t know what’s in front of my eyes. I crave death.
I will find you. Find the best view. Cork your fucking wine. I smell so divine. Thank you for your time, obese help desk dame.
I am the scream at the void
I am the void screaming back
Your car I will key. If your car was your kidney. And I will ride through the town.
I know that it was all for show. I stop, I stop, I stop, I go. I wish I knew the currency to invest in my future and not the past me. You know I am not that way. You know I don’t have a say.
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I have found the formula. This will make me all powerful.
Wait! Stop, this is madness. You should use your intelligence to help those less fortunate.
It is my intelligence. The people are idiots. But for no longer. Hahahahaha.
Not even for science will we suffer. Not even these test tubes can hold in our hatred. This blinding white light reflects our lab coats. We study we study we study. Science science science.
You are a fool. What will be left to study when you are all there is. Anatomy was never one of your strong suits, Dr. Jenkins. And apparently neither is logic. You will destroy yourself. It is in your nature. You are a fool.
You are the fool, Dr. Lankanotvich. We are scientists, not mere men. Embrace your power. And join me.
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That’s all I could really ask for. That’s all I can really want.
Raindrops are falling on my head. This rain cloud is my paranormal activity, my dark cloud of bugs. I am plague.
When I was a figment of your imagination, I haunted your dreams more than I cared. All alone, I’ll do my best to haunt you again.
These feet have walked the gravel too much.
(I can feel you watching me every second of the day.)
Legs tire, knees weak.
(Your breath freezes me in my tracks.)
These creatures are with me.
(With me.)
With me.
(With me.)
With me.
(You confiscate my sanity)
Leaving me to crawl on my knees.
(Too enthusiastic.)
Too anxious.
(This hell burns darker when you whisper in my ear.)
Your eyes seem brighter when I say nothing at all.
When I was a figment of your imagination,
(I haunted your dreams more than I cared.)
All alone, I’ll
(Do my best to haunt you again.)
I want you to see me every time you close your eyes.
(I gasp at the thought of your dark cloud.)
I gasp at the thought of you.
I’ve never been one to dwell
(On you)
But you’ve exhausted all options
(And now I feel obligated to say that you)
This is the last time
(this will cross my mind)
I swear to all listening
(Never again)
Will I waste my patience,
(time),
or effort
(When this was so effortless)
Effortless
Don’t say that you want me. (Want me. Want me.) All you do is haunt me, now. (Haunt me now.) When I say this, please understand
(the ship is sinking with no sight of land.) I’m watching as you slowly drown and (wish someone would grab your hand) I see your thoughts all leave your head. (Your mouth still moves but nothing’s said.) I scream out to my only friend: (I loved you ‘til the very end.)
Don’t say anything at all. I can always haunt myself.
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Fierce teeth bite my . . .
Don’t break your writing pencil. I see what you can’t see. Cut the adultery. We are all just children still. Your eagle’s flying higher still. From sea to shining sea. Oh, God. I can’t see where I put my hands. Oh, God.
Echo Time's too slow
Her still singing limbs. Who knows what trouble I’m in. Lost in the eyes of fantasy. Lost in the realm of heresy.
Fierce teeth bite my . . .
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15. |
Wilted
01:39
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16. |
I Wish
04:51
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Empty headed
I wont dread it
And I won’t make like I never said it
Pieces pieces puzzle pieces
Put them together while wearing a blindfold
Mixed in a grab bag
Bought but never sold
Scatter brained sustained
The volume is red in every channel
Panned
far left, far
right I swear to god if it’s
seven to
one It’s one
track one path But branches reach
out and tear my clothes
When I retreat
They’ll say
I was never
The one
Let them slander
My past
I will survive
Again
Birdsong screeches so I close my eyes
Pause my gate and darkness falls
It’s over before it began
Spread too thin
I’m given a purgatory but it slips away
I spent too long looking off to the side
Empty
Headed
I refuse to
Live a
life that
Is not mine
There is
Nothing
You can do to change me
There is
Nothing
That I won’t try first
It’s a wasted effort
This station’s sitting in a crowded frequency
Sometimes, sometimes I see ghosts
Their voice a murmur
They poked out holes for their eyes
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Let there be blood, they cried. without taking a second to think of the outcome. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Just terrors of wars and wars of terrors. Well, this is the way it's always been. from the streets to the sands. Through the oceans and onto lands. where the smoke blots out the sun. they say when we die we have time to be one. and strength and dignity are her clothing they claim. But they defiled her likes rapist and tore out her roots. Where is the fruit she once gave? We begin and it starts with you. the lines been drawn and now its time to choose. breathe in breathe in. Is this real enough for you? Tyrants of men have defiled her grounds. and when we found out the alarms weren't sound. breathe in breathe in. is this real enough for you? The time will come where we lock arms. When there walls are down. "He will shine down his light upon us and he will take back what is rightfully his. and we will purify our hands in her soil and she will rid us of this tainted poison." And will scream to a new beat. Leading the generations to come. In a world where live for tomorrow. and world where we live in every second in it. as we breathe. For the sake of it all. Make yourself clean. and let every thought be worthy. warm your hearts. We begin and it starts with you. the lines been drawn and now its time to choose. breathe in breathe in. Is this real enough for you? Tyrants of men have defiled her grounds. and when we found out the alarms never sound. breathe in breath in. is this real enough for you? stand with us in the masses. and sing songs of victory. Dont take a single breath for granted. And live as today as if it were your last. For the sake of it all. Make yourself clean. and let every thought be worthy. We begin and it starts with you. the lines been drawn and now its time to choose. breathe in breathe in. Is this real enough for you? Tyrants of men have defiled her grounds. and when we found out the alarms never sound. breathe in breathe in. is this real enough for you?
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18. |
Striking Out In T-Ball
05:10
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I don’t know what you had wanted. But I don’t think it’s what you got. Share your worst fears.
Don’t focus on yesterday
Focus on what’s to come
Tomorrow
Do what you said that you would do
For your future self
Nothing sinks faster than when it’s full of guilt. And I’m sad to say, you’ll be at the bottom in a matter of seconds.
Sink faster.
I hope the salt reminds you of home. I hope you grasp tightly when you’re alone. I hope you scream with no hope to be saved. I hope this is what you craved.
The inner me I can’t control. For the thoughts in my head weigh more than gold.
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You could sing me a song but you lost your voice
And you know I hate this lack of noise
I left a red X on your door. What’s it for?
Our honeymoon home on the edge of a cliff. Cloud 9 evaporated a puddle of shit. Plastered paint is left so wet. How unfortunate. You can't find the words.
I’ll take you home.
Squee is friends with the son of Satan. He has been abducted by aliens. Squee will be so fucked up. He watched Johnny rip another man’s brains out.
While I’m younger, see
I’ll try to appease
My future self’s needs
Planting fruitful seeds
Lest I fail that
do my best to stand
Seeing my true self
Being all I can
All the salt from the sea cannot dry your eyes. And all you try to be cannot cover your disguise. You can cry all you want until water fills your lungs. And leave without singing your songs.
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I can't focus. You are distracting me. Put on some clothes, you freak.
Listen listen why won’t they listen?
Watch TV while there’s abuse in the kitchen
Bury grandma while their baby is missing
Not the disease but we are a symptom
Tied your neck piece too tight. I'm sorry we've lost it all.
I will paint you like a canvas. My brush is so tired. Lack of knowledge.
I will not open my eyes if I have you to see when I awake.
I'm telling you to bleed the way you do. You answer to earn. Let's cap the top at the end of your tongue.
This ocean is drowning me.
There's something in the air. Your body's out there. You say it's not.
This is the first time I have ever seen myself without this mask on.
How can you breathe with the plastic over your face
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about
Songs originally written and released 2008-2010.
Recorded April-August 2020.
Lyrics in track 17 written by Aaron Nielson and recorded in 2010.
Recorded April-August 2020.
Lyrics in track 17 written by Aaron Nielson and recorded in 2010.
credits
released September 4, 2020
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PlasticBag FaceMask Fresno, California
Est. 2008.
Studio band of Patrick Hogan (Time Bomb, Bookburner) and Jacob Lee (Keeper, Elder Devil, Hellish Form, dontcryformeimalreadydead)
Live shows are about as rare as unicorns.
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