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Crescent Fresh

by The Mondales

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1.
I don't know you as well as I'd like to know you All I know is you're too good for me, might as well not even try. You're like a solid ten, and I'm a flailing 5.1 Sick and sad, lost and lonely, waiting for the let down. Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time You'd see right through that facade Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time You'd never fall for that Woody Allen, Charlie Brownin shit. I don't see you as much as I'd like to see you I hardly see you at all All I've got are drawn-on pecs, and a goofy toothless smile And this back glued to the wall And there's not much there behind my eyes Just a bitter man who never tries Weighed down with this shattered anchor You deserve so much better Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time You'd see right through that facade Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time You'd never fall for that Woody Allen, Charlie Brownin shit.
2.
This song could raise awareness, Preach dissent and right some wrongs Or it could stand up as an anthem Fly the flag and sing along. I could raise up my emotions For the entire world to hear Or right my escapist opus, cash my check and disappear It wont do nothing. Cuz no one'll hear it. It wont do nothing But gather dust in a room, in a desk, in a shelf That's in a town, in a city, in a state of little trust I wish someone would ask me to play the fucking hits "Shut up and start singing," Well that'll never happen. Is anyone listening? Can anyone hear me? There's gotta be someone, just fucking anyone. Is anyone listening? Can anyone hear me? There's gotta be someone, just fucking anyone.
3.
Try to run for cover, but they always catch back up. Try to run for cover, but the bastards catch back up. You know you're never safe. You know you're never safe in your own home. You know you're never safe. You know you're never safe in your own home. Try to run for cover, but they always catch back up. Try to run for cover, but the bastards catch back up. You know you're never safe. You know you're never safe in your own home. You know you're never safe. You know you're never safe in your own home. Try to forget about it, try to forget about it, try to forget about it now. You know you're never You know you're never You know you're never You know you're never safe.
4.
Ugly man in plain white skin Desperate homes run pathological I can't even fathom an end It's deplorable, fucking despicable He says, "You know, I've never thought about it that way." I swear he never thought at all. I think he oughta keep his mother fucking mouth shut Before I make him an ugly splatter on the wall. Superficial bargaining, Hate on collectives in your collective One hive mind burgeoning You love hegemony, you know your enemy. He says, "You know, I've never thought about it that way." I swear he never thought at all. I think he oughta keep his mother fucking mouth shut Before I make him an ugly splatter on the wall. This means nothing, Means nothing, Nothing to you. Might as well be speaking Chinese When I'm talking to you.
5.
Thinking about repercussions Almost making me sick This all smells like bad times, And it's starting to stick. Easy to know who your friends are, When you've got none. Easy to know where your head's at, When you're head's always buried in the ground. Don't wanna cause a commotion, So get outta my face. Too calm, too genuine, I'm looking really, really, really out of place. Easy to know who your friends are, When you've got none. Easy to know where your head's at, When you're head's always buried in the... Easy to know who your friends are, When you've got none. Easy to know where your head's at, When you're head's always buried in the ground. I'd say, "I'm Sorry." But I wouldn't mean it. Cuz I've done nothing wrong, Yeah I've done nothing wrong.
6.
Seven Hours 02:25
Basking in the defeat of silence Hands tied just thinking 'bout myself It's been this way for seven hours It'll be the same for seven more, seven more I should move into the city, Get a job in legal while I can. I should surround myself with Yes Men. Just so I could hear them I could be them. I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, Pills and medication To save me. I'm waiting till the constant stress and Anxiety takes me away. I know it's stupid to feel hopeless When I've got it fucking made. I know it's stupid to feel hopeless But that doesn't make it better for me. I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, Pills and medication To save me. I'm waiting till the constant stress and Anxiety takes me away. I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, Pills and medication To save me. I'm waiting till the seven hour silence Fucking breaks me.
7.
Purity Ring 01:34
What can I say to you? What can I say to you? Will you ever forgive me? Could you ever forgive me? Cuz now I'm living with the consequences Of all of my hang-ups and your awkward demonstrations Can you find it in your heart to forgive me Even if I don't deserve it? What could I say to you? What could I say to you? Could you ever forgive me? Will you ever forgive me? Cuz now I'm living with the consequences Of all of my hang-ups and your awkward demonstrations Can you find it in your heart to forgive me Even if I give you nothing in return? I know I don't deserve it. What can I say to you? What can I say to you? What can I say to you? What can I say?
8.
Going out for Football Friday night. Fuck girls you'll never see a second time. When you brag about it, it sounds nice. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side. I bet I'll never know. I know I'll never know. I know I'll never know what it's like. If I sit around and think too long I know I'll end up feeling robbed Of my chance for youthful indiscretion Taken by anxiety, fucked family and commitments I bet I'll never know I know I'll never know. I know I'll never know what it's like.
9.
There's a laundry list of things I'd do If I ever met you in person. It's long, it's violent and I'm so ashamed. Now it's four a.m., nothing on TV Not much here to distract me From this shell of a husk of a hole that I reside. There's a catalog of better wordings, Unused phrases, bolder prose. But I've never been one to aim real high. If I were you I'd turn and run But I'm clearly not, cuz if I was I'd touch myself all day, never leave the house. I hope that I don't scare you. I kinda scare myself. If I don't scare you Well then maybe we could hang out. I hope that I don't scare you. Although I kind of scare myself. And if I don't scare you Then maybe we should hang out.
10.
I've never forced myself to write before But here I am with you today I haven't felt alone for awhile now. Wish I had better things to say When I write about you Writing about you Writing about you I never knew I was the sappy kind I always thought I was so tough Now that's a joke to you, but It used to be the only thing I had A blank expression meeting all situations good or bad I've never forced myself to write before But I think it turned out okay No matter how awful the lyrics are I always know what I wanna say When I write about you Writing about you Writing about you.
11.
A stable mind, a sharpened knife You use to get your way sometimes. You never ask yourself your moral code. Silence speaks so loud my ears start bleeding Like the people you cut down to get this far I'm sure you're proud. And I'm still laughing at you You have the gall to wonder why. Every night you dig your hole A little deeper then you sit Around and wallow in the dirt and mud. Laughing at the consequences, Bleating at the reprimands Riding one big fat fucking fever trip. And I'm still laughing at you You have the gall to wonder why. You fucked up everything Now exit left and take a bow.
12.
Simulacrum 01:07
Saying that you're mad at the fact that you can't stand All the assholes in your life drive you up a wall again And you do nothing Imitation of a man. We could all complain, every second, every day It's our binding creed and we're tithing away When you pay that bill, Imitation of a man. I know I'm generalizing I know it's flat-out lying. To say I'm better than you Cuz I do it too. When I reminisce I just end up getting pissed At the dick heads, jocks and conniving little kids That ruined my life, Imitation of a man. Now I'm all upset, I should try to forget The pieces of my broken head that I left behind, Imitation of a man. Now I'm left behind, imitation of a man. Now I'm left behind, imitation of a man.
13.
Old Yeller 02:02
I could sit around and pick apart Every word I've ever said to you and Find a few that I'd take back, I should have left that sleeping dog just Lying in his cage, Softly sleeping, locked away But once again I failed. No surprise to anyone. Everything I touch just turns to shit Like an overdone Midas reference Minus all the gold, Subbed in with awkward online conversations. "How's your summer been?" I've been locked up in a cage That my dog used to sleep in, Till he gained higher knowledge. Held me up with daddy's gun "Any regrets?" he asked for show And I said, "Yeah, only one:" I should have put you down long ago I should have put you down long ago I should have put you down long ago I should have killed you off a long, long time ago I should have put you down a long, long time ago I should have put you down a long, long time ago I should have put you down a long, long time ago I should have put you down a long, long time ago
14.
Too many ways to say I'm bored with Sitting around and staring at the floor And wishing that I was alive. Cliche songs and kitschy slogans make me feel not so alone And I never once question my shaky ground. I'll cheer the fuck up when I wanna I'll cheer the fuck up when I get around to it. I'll cheer the fuck up when I wanna I'll cheer the fuck up when I get around to it. Too many ways to say I'm bored with Hearing you complain about Your fear and doubts, wishing you were alive. Cliche songs and kitschy slogans make you feel not so alone And you never once question your shaky ground. You'll cheer the fuck up when I tell yah. You'll cheer the fuck up right fucking now, do it! You'll cheer the fuck up when I tell yah. You'll cheer the fuck up right fucking now, you prick. (You guys are suckers.)

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The second album by St. Louis pop punk band The Mondales!

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released January 8, 2013

Adrian Barnello - Guitar/Vocals
Zach Paul - Bass/Vocals
Devin Dessieux - Drums

All lyrics by Adrian Barnello.
Artwork by Anjelica Aquilino.
Recorded at Eagleland Studios.
"Seven Hours" appeared on the "Fritz EP" originally.

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