Fucking Up

by Vicious Sinclaire

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this is an album I've been working on for quite some time. writing for about 4 months. randomly here and there, so the songs have a big difference in themes and styles because of the different time periods it was recorded since. but anyhow, i still hope you enjoy it!

-Vicious Sinclaire
Rich Gilliam

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released 14 December 2011

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tags: folk acoustic alternative d.i.y fucking garageband indie punk up vicious vicious sinclaire Central Coast

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Track Name: Leave Home, Come Home.
Leave home.
Come home.
Cry a little all alone.
Keep a secret.
Tell one you too.
Say to the one you love babe I love you.

Drive around.
Work late.
Do anything just to waste your day.
Lie down.
Go to bed.
And pray to god you don't wake up dead.

I've been running for a while.
Trying to forget your smile.
Give up.
Move on.
It's always been easier said than done.
Track Name: This Will Never Be Our Home
i was a young man
in an old man's shoes
i was a casanova just singing the blues
she was my gal
and i was her man
i sang her songs every night but i don't think she understands

that i'm
not settling down

tell her she is the only one
kiss her that way too
and she tells me that she loves me
and i give her back the love that she is due
god she was so pretty
had just the type of face
made me think bout the other gals made me think about hitting erase

but i don't want no cabin in the woods in colorado
and 3 little kids
i don't want no house in the suburbs
and another white picket fence
Track Name: This Summer=Shit
My friends are moving on
I'm still asleep on the couch
I can tell they're starting to hate me
but won't say just get the fuck out

My attitude hasn't changed
I am still in the same shoes
I met a pretty girl I think that I love
she said I don't want anything to do with you

Been spacing out
I have been going insane
Last night I almost bought a ticket
for the motherfucking train
I'd go someplace new
start fresh once again
And I hate everyone I know
so I will just forget every one of them
Need some medicine
No I shouldn't feel this way
Need to go back to the doctor
But I can't even pay

I think I hate my friends
At least most of them
Need to get over this loneliness
Got this anxiety
Getting the best of me
Breaking all my bones
Coming out my teeth

I got some big plans
Just watched the sun rise
For the third time
Cause I haven't slept in three nights I've
Gotta start moving
I need to get going
It's time to sink or swim but I'll be floating
Track Name: Smoke Like Mad Men
me and my friends like to drink on the weekend.
on monday its back to a life that is pretend.
full of fake smiles, wastes of times at jobs and dead hearts.

i smoke these cigarettes like it's 1960.
i don't give a fuck what they day they'll do to me.
miss my apartment with a bed it's so lonely like me.

i was a kid who was just into punk rock.
sang with my heart now i just try to sound good.
when did i get lost and start on this path.
never wanted to be anything like my parents.

i never really know what to do at parties.
i walk around and i try to be happy.
i just must not be very convincing.
cause people always ask if i'm having a good time.

traded in complex songs for honesty.
i don't really care what they say about me.
cause they know i'm fucked up and depressed and lonely.
yeah they know i'm fucked up and depressed and lonely.

i smoke these cigarettes like its 1960.
i don't give a fuck what they say they'll do to me.
and here is the river so lay down my body.
and let me float down the stream.

i smoke these cigarettes like it's 1960.
i don't give a fuck what they say they'll do to me.
i was a kid who was just into punk rock.
sang with my heart now i just try to sound good.
for you.
Track Name: The Longest Conversation We've Had
A phone call.
a telephone call.
the only thing I need to hear.
A dial tone.
to be alone.
the last thing that I swear I fear.
and what's the point of being alive.
when I know I'm gonna die alone.
In time.

I've been at this house a time or two.
but it's always kinda weird cause
I'm just thinking of you.
got a new notebook.
got some new pens.
gonna write a few songs.
and put you in all of them.

and i'll never explain the way I feel.
cause that's a long conversation.
and that makes this real.
and a feeling is a feeling.
a song is a song.
and i'll be leaving, take care so long.

i'll call you from the road.
at a pitstop in bakersfield.
and i'll tell you it's cold.
you'll then hang up the phone.
and i'll drive to my new apartment.
to my new home.
you know there is much more to me.
you say you don't know who I am
but you know everything.

they'll never explain the way I feel.
that's a long conversation and that makes this real.
a feeling is a feeling
a song is a song
i'll be leaving soon
so take care and so long

i'll never explain the way I feel
that's a long conversation and that makes this real.
Track Name: These Stupid Things
I need a stupid cigarette to leave
I need a stupid cigarette to do anything
And I only got one left so that's my excuse to leave this stupid party
They all had their stupid drinks
I didn't have anything
Then I had a stupid drink
But one these days doesn't phase me

And she asks a guy to stay over tonight
To help clean up in the morning
and he says no and she says alright alright
I will do it myself it's fine

They all had stupid conversations
Asking people about why
They don't like smoking marijuana
Maybe they just don't like to get high
and she barely even talked to me
I think she knew what I was thinking
maybe she is just insecure
and maybe I should've talked to her maybe

And this charming man inside, is finding it hard to have a good time
and this beautiful girl is finding it easy, to get high, get high, get high

And all her friends came to say happy birthday and drink drink drink
and they all left and she was hungover in the morning
Track Name: Cardboard Time Machine
she says are you tired
no i'm not i'm just having trouble sleeping
lying in the dark
waiting for my hands to stop shakings

she says are you wired
no i'm not i haven't had a cup of coffee
in a week
but maybe that is just a lie i tell myself
when i'm trying to get some sleep

maybe i just need a new bed
one that comes with someone like you

she says are you lonely
no i'm not i'm just kinda alone now
but it's alright cause i got the mad max trilogy
on amc on tv

and you can come over and we'll have a good time
i swear that we'll have a good time
and if you don't at the end of the night i will walk you home

if i could go back in time and make things right
we could be so happy

and i have built this time machine
it is the perfect size for you and me
i built this time machine
its the perfect size for you me
i made it out of a cardboard box i found on the street
and drew little lines on it underneath