1. |
Great Divide
03:09
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I found the voice of reason in a bathroom stall
I used to know a lot now I know it all
Hard to take a fall if you never fell
Take a lot of pride at the bottom of a well
At 4 in the morning ya you know where I'll be
Sleeping on the bench of a dead end street
Prescriptions for the pain cuz the way you feel
Cause facing your own truth just seems a little real
I've seen a lot of pain that I'll never know
Cuz other peoples problems aren't the way to go
I'm searching for some truth in a bigger lie
I guess were all living in a great divide
The nightmare never happens when you’re living a dream
But a dream is never real like a tv stream
I bought a lot of things I can't pay my fucking rent
Cuz I'm buried at the bottom of a 1%
I've seen a lot of pain that I'll never know
Cuz other peoples problems aren't the way to go
I'm searching for some truth in a bigger lie
And none of us are getting out of this alive
Theres not any
One that’s any
One that I can say
Compares to you
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2. |
Corona
02:35
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I'm sitting next to the ocean
I watch the waves as they overturn
I watch the people try and take themselves
While the others just let it burn
We're all living in a world that's dying
Don't think that we'll ever stop crying
I think we all need to hold on
To the nearest person and not let go
I watch the people who creep me out
Buy the rations and don't return
Maybe I'll sit here and wait it out
Or fly away now and never learn
We're all living in a world that's dying
Don't think that we'll ever stop crying
I think we all need to hold on
To the nearest person and not let go
To the nearest person and not let go!
Woah
So after all the dust is gone
We'll count our dead one by one
And after all the dust is gone
The end is done.
I think we all need to hold on to
the closest person
And not let go
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3. |
Brainwash
02:06
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A lot of kids in a broken shed
Where you never get a bed
And you never get fed, get fed
A lot of kids with a broken head
It's a brainwash, it's a brainwash
We're not saying that there's any
We're not saying that there's any-one
A lot of kids in a broken shed
Where you never get a bed
And you never get fed, get fed
A lot of kids with a broken head
It's a brainwash, it's a brainwash
We're not saying that there's any
We're not saying that there's any-one
You’ve taken all my money
You’ve taken all my time
You took away my future
So I'm drinking all the wine
You took away my heartache
But I could never know
I'm drinking all the the kool-aid
And I got no where to go
Woah
My life, my time, my life
So I guess this how it goes!
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4. |
Island Wasteland
03:23
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I'm on an island
Maybe I'll be saved
Maybe I'll just stay inside today
Avoid the living
They never stay away
Maybe if I sleep it's all ok
I'm on an island
What a waste of land
Surrounded by the people you can't stand
No need for borders
Cause we don't have a plan
Captain we're all sinkin in the end
Life is a wasteland
A world can't be saved
Maybe if the people go away
Our skies are clearer
Fish won't swim away
Till we all admit we were a plague
I'm on an island
What a waste of land
Surrounded by the people you can't stand
Call off the order
Cause we don't have a plan
Captain we're all sinkin in the end
I won't be giving it up
God that feeling is so-oh
God I wish I had ah-
'Nother place to call home
Right to the middle of Oz
Where is that future we sold
Now we're breaking it down
To a place we call home
Back to the middle of (Oz)
Round, round, round, round
I get around
I get around, round, round, round,
I get around, and whoa-oh
And a whoa-oh
Back to the middle of Oz
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5. |
Old Bags
02:20
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If you could see me now
My eyes are wide awake
I feel a bit exposed
But that’s the price I pay
I wanna see the end but all I see is red
I feel a little down
With a back I always break
No recognition here
That feeling ain’t so great
I wanna see the end, but all I see is red
I feel like an old bag
That's left between the seats
And dropped on top its head
Don’t sympathize with me
I wanna see the end, but I think I might be dead
Drowning in waste
Wearing new digs
I never thought the villains get the praise
And the heroes are all saying, kill me now
I'd rather hit rock bottom
With the talent like John Bonham
So don’t tell me that I'm better than me now
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Heartwells Long Beach, California
Heartwells are Long Beach, CA punk rock!
Formed in Gilmore Music
Studios.
Born from a brief connection on Craigslist, over a couple beers, several Liquid Deaths, THC Hi-Boys, & Xtreme mediocre rounds of golf, during a world pandemic.
Consisting of members from: Born On Jeffreys / Get Dead / Room7.
Justin Tauch (Vox/Guitar)
Moki (Bass/Vox)
Chris Stout (Drums)
Sam Peterson (Guitar/Vox).
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