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Make me the main character
In your indie student film
Film me on a rooftop
Complaining about how I don’t fit in
I don’t care about the hours
I don’t care if I don’t have time to shower
You can’t find the spare battery?
Well, pray that the camera don’t run out of power
Okay, so maybe I find the dialogue a little cheesy
But still I would give anything just to have the feeling that you need me
We’re rolling soon
I’ll wait for your sign
XXX
Hey, I’m a fan of the music you’ve got
For the past few years, it’s really meant a lot to me
I really liked your album that you put out this year
It was good, no, it was great, no, it brought me to tears
And I feel like Brian Wilson in front of Phil Spector
But I’m no Brian Wilson, and I don’t think you’re a murderer
I’m regretting things I say as soon as they’re said
I guess I’ll try it again, man, I’ll try it again
And every second I’m thinking, “oh god, it’s really you”
And the words in my brain aren't coming through
And the look on your face says I really don’t care
And now I wish that I was anywhere but here
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Aspirations
03:26
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It’s a little bit lonely here in the day
And it only gets worse in the nighttime
Maybe I should meet up with my friends
But it never seems to be the right time
Oh, I could listen forever to whatever playlist
Stops me feeling like an extra, and more like an A-list
But dancing in your room is a non transferable skill
And overly romanticized aspirations
Won’t get me out of this situation
No, overly romanticized aspirations
Won’t help me here
The sun goes down and I find myself still in bed
What’s up with this Carly Rae Jepsen song stuck in my head
It’s too late now to meet up with my friends
Besides, they probably all had other plans instead
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Too Bad I Suck
05:52
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(instrumental)
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Paper
02:31
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It might be just a matter of time till the well runs dry
Or have I ever come up with an original idea in my life
And I’m convinced that every song I write is just a pavement rip-off
And every time i realize it makes me want to cut my notebook into little strips
Of paper falling down on the bathroom
Stay a little longer won’t you
Said if I don’t have an interesting life i want to write good songs
Though still I really wish that I had someone who could sing along
So I sit with the shame of a failed military coup
And in the end I might just end up zero for two
Sheets of paper falling down on the bathroom
Stay a little longer won’t you
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Thrifting
02:12
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Talk about a letdown, the band lies down on the floor
He says “I don't really know but I expected little more
I poured my soul into these seven songs
And if this doesn’t gain some traction soon
I don't think i want to go on"
Oh, it was just a drop in the ocean
Oh, it was just a drop in the sea
Oh, I know that nobody seems to care
But it meant so much to me
Yesterday at value village, a girl buys a cd
From a band she's never heard of, but will soon play on repeat
And she'l go to research it online, his newfound favourite songs
But she'll come up empty handed, and think of what went wrong
Oh it was just a drop in the ocean
Oh it was just a drop in the sea
Oh, I know that nobody seemed to care
But it means so much to me
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Undercover Medication
05:13
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Taking undercover medication in the rain
You find cover under a bus stop
Waiting for someone or something to nullify the pain
You can catch your own reflection in a patch of gasoline
And the rainbow over your forehead
Today, it’s the prettiest thing that you have ever seen
And life moves pretty quickly, so you might as well get a start
On the screenplay you’ll never finish
Till years later when you find the draft and it’ll break your heart
And you wonder “is this the bad ending, what could i have changed?”
And the answer is always “everything”
But still try your hardest not to give yourself the blame
And you know, nobody knows
The conversion factor for a heart to a soul
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To Seattle!
02:41
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Lightning commission stream, waiting for a table
See people discussing some unreleased video game
Side of a busy street next to a big marquee
Films from the 90s, 80s, maybe 70s
Sky starts dimming now, people start coming out of
The con centre right around the hotel we’re staying at
And the air smells like august, and the sir smells like gasoline
And the air smells like people and peace
I need to go back, but there's no back to go to
Cause it was never the place, but the feeling of something new
It’s like cursing the sun for interrupting your dream
Where you had all you wanted, and you really felt free
12 rods on the highway, cruising at 65
And school is so far away and I’ve never felt so alive
To lay down in the sidewalk and slowly melt into it
To stay there for months, to do nothing and feel no guilt
And now it’s just a memory a fading old memory
That I bring back occasionally with songs I was listening to
But still I know those feelings were true
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The New Sincerity Vancouver, British Columbia
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The New Sincerity recommends:
Christmas Cards and Firearms
by summersnowstorm
awesome folk concept album, i do trumpet on this!
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honest, vulnerable, and painfully relatable songwriting wrapped up in the most catchy tunes possible. album of the year.
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