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Galaxy Concerns

by Traffic Nightmare

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1.
Your vanity precedes you like the calm before the cold My fingers crushed down to a dust in garrish fever dreams, I’m told The light from the computer screen is bright until the day Sleep for entire seasons until that pain just rots away No one believes in anything And I believe in less The kingdom is on high And I’m on glory’s crest The ghosts haunting your bedroom are full from drinking all your tears Love, I can’t come see you cause the devil’s drawing near
2.
Other brother I remember fighting in your backyard Our fists were up but neither would draw blood Other brother It hurts me bad to think you might not be here When we get old so I don’t think it at all Isn’t it always this way? We fade apart instantaneously I’m calling you brother though I know you have your own Though I know you have your own Hit the water with a mighty splash Smoked ‘em all and just laughed Jumped every wave that the ocean could throw You’ll be fast as time moves slow Other brother You disavowed the mysteries of your own disease And kept on rolling in somebody’s light The seasons change but the love remains
3.
Frantic planet, stop your spinning You’re wearing down, you’ve lost your touch Oh, your best days are behind you Never even lost a coin toss Frantic planet, you don’t need this Your beauty is gone, we don’t deserve you Oh, don’t cradle us any longer Don’t let us walk all over you anymore We set fire to your forests Oiled up your oceans Do yourself a favor and implode Frantic planet, hold me closer Your dying breath is a hurricane Nuclear winter is coming, better button up your coat This human race is almost run
4.
When I die, I will be reborn But I don’t want to be human, no not again I’m gonna shed this worn-out shell Take this battered frame, I’m on the mend I don’t want to do this again I’d rather be a knock knock joke or a mountain top A ladybug or a fresh fall crop Wooden chair or a piece of chalk A disco ball or some inane small talk Kurt Cobain didn’t have a choice Now, he’s an action figure with opposable limbs He’ll do whatever you like, only 7.99 Now you can really own him I don’t wanna do this again I’d rather be a plain white shirt or a microphone A dirty needle or the ocean’s foam All the blood that flows through my veins Won’t last very long Maybe fifty years, and then I’ll be gone But I’ll return as something new As something new
5.
I awoke in a terrified state from a dream I guess it was a nightmare I grabbed the nearest mirror Clutched it in my hands and smiled Oh, handsome me Proportionate structures Bones and skin immaculate Adonis cried when he glimpsed my headshot Mother Mary called me her favorite son Oh, handsome me Well they sketched me and they etched me But they just couldn’t figure out What kind of god would let a man like this Live on such mortal ground? Put me on your T-shirts Let me in your cathedral This face could make warring nations congenial Put me in your love letters Let me in your holy temple This face could make you sweat at just the thought
6.
I wrote to keep myself alive I tried to hide all that was mine But that’s an unhealthy thing I found you on the circus stage Back in the Neolithic age You won’t let me forget You gave me a vote of confidence That I won’t soon forget I don’t want to do this alone Let’s see how far this thing gets I’d like to be somewhere safer Than the arms of my maker The windows are too dirty to look outside And now that you found me The feast is laying at our feet And now that you found me The feast is laying at our feet I’ll dig up the bones And you will dress them up just like home
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8.
All that old days talk Is getting real old Turning all you old folks Into old jokes Saving all my venom for you My car broke down And all I could do was walk away Remember when you said you didn’t want to live To see your mother’s grave? Saving all my venom for you
9.
Andre 03:51
Andre was slowing down He felt the weight sag down on his bones Terry’s supposed to win But he doesn’t feel the pain anymore All his life, he was a sideshow freak Hands bigger than my face Led down to the ring Pretending all these ants could crush him back But a job’s a job No, please don’t run Pick you up, throw you down Repeat till the work is done Andre spoke so low Not like that’s what kept their attention What’s a belt to a dying man? Breathing low till those lungs collapsed
10.
Incantations 03:00
Thanks to whoever that we were born At the same time, together What if you were born in 1939? I’d never know if you lived or died Just come back to the shore I’ll sing you melodies that you ain’t heard before I’ve long since cursed this current I knew what you meant when you said you’d only be a minute What if I looked more like that night sky? You’d make worthless wishes and curse me blind You’d look at me now and then And pray to me to never see the sun again
11.
Your Kind 04:30
Skyline of a dead end day Can’t even take a penny to your grave Colors in the lines of your face I only want the things no one else can take (x2) I know your kind I know you’ve been trying not to find me There’s mud on your neck Getting clean in the creek Your kind is not a fan of me Standing straight and sleeping still Dreaming of the day when you won’t have to kill All the thoughts of the one-track minds Who don’t know how to think and won’t ever try Most days I am a playing card King of spades, just not as smart Scribbling with a fountain pen Sprinting to reach hilarious conclusions Catch some fireflies, but not the city kind I’ll meet you where sound goes to die I know your kind I know you’ve been blind for a while There’s love in your heart But it’s not something you can keep Your kind is not a fan of me
12.
Hold my head to your chest The best ones are the ones will soon forget I’ve lost whole years to excessive rest Gained ‘em back when you whistled my name All the bands in this little room Strumming G chords dedicated to you I’m in the corner trying to gauge your mood But you’re not the property of anyone

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released February 1, 2014

Colin-Drums
Johnny-Bass
Kevin-Guitar, Words
Steve-Keys

Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed, and Lived by Traffic Nightmare
Album cover by Johnny Fundyga

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