cipinko - what hell, dude? (there's a reason useless starts with "u") | Текст песни

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• what hell, dude? (there's a reason useless starts with "u")

i've forgotten my aspirations in constant search for myself.
every time i try to trace back, i end up back on my couch.
i can't be the only kid who's not hip to getting older,
getting paid but not feeling better, is that what i'm going to be?

all these songs are poisoned with the same subjects and chord progressions,
like songs all about houses, or songs about sleeping under trees.
maybe getting old will give me more chances
to be cynically discontent and
vocal about it.
loud enough to piss people off, but not substantial enough to hear me.

here's another song about feeling alone,
wanting to stay angry, but also wanting it to go.
i hope you like all of my bullshit,
despite its unjustified first-world blindness.

tales of teenage terror,
scream-sung slightly out of key.
i don't know what i'm singing about,
but i'll sing until you
buy or sell me.

i'm indecisive as to how i'd like to keep my brain in tact.
i'm either writing songs or doing something that's
counterintuitive.
i can't focus on my future because i've prioritized the past
in order to write more songs without thinking too much,
so i can get right now done fast.

i've got appointments like i'm important,
i've got help for everything.
all these people are here to help
build the future towards which i should be working.
maybe i'm just immature,
maybe i just don't care,
or maybe i just try to come off that way
to seem alternative, or another something that i'm not.

maybe i'm just starving to be another starving artist,
maybe to make me feel skinny or give me reason to complain.
here's another repetition, the kind you start when your brain
stops working.
when you feel sick and unmotivated
you can spin in circles to these songs but you still
won't.


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