fake problems

by june gloom

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1.
02:52
2.
3.
04:06
4.
02:40
5.
05:32
6.
04:07
7.
8.
05:28
9.
03:18

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songs from college
all songs written, played, recorded and mixed by jesse paller at kokomo

mastered by chris goosman at baseline audio labs
ch pf sings on 2, 4 & 9
brand sings on 9

thanks to dan, zach & drew for playing my songs live and whose parts i lovingly ripped off during this album's recording

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released July 15, 2016

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Track Name: get free
gotta get free from people around me

then maybe i won’t be as lonely

I’ll miss you but not like I miss me

you can’t share a feeling with just anybody
Track Name: fake problems
don’t tell me how the time is now
cuz now just ended
don’t bum me out

how can i seize a day that leaves?
if you’ve got answers
don’t tell me please

you know i don’t care about
anything you talk about

i understand that you care, man
you told me plenty
you cupped your hand

it hurts my head
feel like i’m dead
i cant remember
just what you said

and that’s why i don’t care about
anything you talk about
so i won’t read your messages
no i don’t want no part in this
#this

getting out of the way of your demonstration
i’m not looking for that kind of stimulation
the more you talk the more i lose my patience
your shouting’s not gonna help my situation
Track Name: URL
you’re so pretty with your URL
you show us things that you would never tell
and you’ll get everyone to see your stars
but it makes them cheap because it’s not that hard

and your words are all vacant now
didn’t mean much to me, anyhow

when u tell them how you’re feelin

you know it’s cute to act like you’re afraid
but only when it’s gonna get you laid
and if some people really feel that way
you think they’ll notice when you get cliché?

i know you want us all to look you up
so we can find out that you know what’s up
cuz you’re so pretty with your URL
but the way you talk it’s like we couldn’t tell

but you could just laugh it off, be okay
never meant much to you anyway

when you tell them how you’re feelin
they don’t ever really get it
so you tell them that you need them
but they don’t understand the question

when you tell them how you’re feelin
they won’t ever really get it
so you’ll tell them that you need them
they’ll just wonder where you got the reference
Track Name: sad surf
when we were young we’d surf for fun
all day beneath the fading sun
and sand got in our In N Out
but we didn’t know or care about it

and it’s funny how i’ve tried to be like someone else
but in the end i realize i’m just myself

i tried so hard to surf like god
along with all the other jocks
i did alright till i hit the rocks
now sand forever in my thoughts

and it’s funny how i’ve tried to be like someone else
but in the end i realize i’m just myself
ain’t it funny how i try to be like someone else
but in the end i realize i fucked myself
Track Name: safe
if everyone is different from each other, why do they act the same?
raising their hands up to one another, screaming on the train

i believe in overpopulation but don’t believe in hell
so if another body winds up missing, is it just as well?
and there’s a madman playing in the basement, i can hear his drums
he waits all day for anyone to play with, no one ever comes

i’ve felt this way
the last few days
i wish i could say
it wasn’t sane

i’m afraid of every generation, most of all my own
when everyone around me is a stranger, nowhere feels like home
and it’s not cheap (the price to feel you’re needed) when you get this alone

i’ve felt this way
the last few days
but i just complain
if i could wait
and sleep in late
then i’d feel safe

there’s a world that i know i’d like to live in
but i could only catch a glimpse
and i know the only way that i could get there
is if my head were more like another limb
Track Name: swampmouth
i wake up
my head hurts
but my breathing’s fine i guess
could be worse
and my mouth
is a swamp
i can feel it start to clear
when i cough

i wake up
i hear bells
and the sunlight on my face
burns like hell
what’s that sound?
i can’t tell
is it heaven or just earth?
oh well

a group of strangers starts to gather round my bed
but i don’t mind as long as they don’t touch my aching head
Track Name: how i'm doing
same junkie every day
passed out along the way to work
cuz there’s no place to stay

ants on the floor today
i’ve been out here since may
it’s hot so they came out to play

so don’t ask me how i’m doing

same eyes in every face
the people in this place
they walk, they talk, i think they’re fakes

you’ll come home late tonight
and you’ll wake me up but that’s alright
and you’ll take the fan and we won’t fight

but don’t ask me how i’m doing
i don’t care that you’re movin away

i’m moving out today
they said to me as i tried to stay
“we’re out of room”
i said okay

but don’t ask me how i’m doing
i don’t care that you’re movin away

you were so sure about your plan
never thought i’d be the
to pull that skin right off your hand
now you’ll know i really want it back that bad
Track Name: dealer
i want something you don’t have
no crushed up crystals or frozen plants
i only want it if it lasts

dealer, lover, what have you
to make the most of the next few?
if life were longer what would you do?

fleeting feelings right at noon
the next few seconds are comin soon
and i know they’ll leave me feeling sad
that i want something you don’t have
Track Name: white gold
why try
to tell white lies?

run, hide
from your white eyes

i know you’re cold
no more white gold