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SCREWUP
Singer/Songwriter
Skladba SCREWUP vyšla 16. května 2025 Backup Hamster Records na albu Vibes Abysmal
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AlbumVibes Abysmal
Datum vydání16. května 2025
ŠtítekBackup Hamster Records
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM168

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TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ashley Turner
Ashley Turner
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Turner
Ashley Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ashley Turner
Ashley Turner
Producer
Ben Kliever
Ben Kliever
Engineer

Texty

Lights off, indication that we are caught
In this illusion for the sick and cruel
Our high school friends cut off their dead ends
And if you're boring, then I guess that's cool
But we were born as exotic, auto-erotic
Morbid, but that's just fine
Being simply the best, taking falls from the nest
But we're standing at the test of time
And so the story goes I turn from the lonely
I've never been too kind
Something about it rubs me the wrong way
Like ketamine and iodine
Maybe I screw up and maybe it hurts
But you were never one to fall in line
And if we hold out for comfort in doubt
Then we'll be waiting to the end of time
Yeah, we'll be waiting to the end of time
The city lights, burned out every night
But hey, the loneliness it ain't that bad
We bleed and write the ghosts that we fight
And then we're happy we can be that sad
Because we're cut from the cloth, we're a little bit off
And we're drunk on our parents' wine
Still, it's comforting how we're together somehow
In the hope that things'll turn out fine
For consoling, we go down to the warehouse
Where we used to play
All the places that we knew then are gone now
Relics of a better day
Maybe I screw up and maybe I'm worse
Because I live within my own confines
So let's all make up, get wasted, and curse
'Cause we were never getting out alive
No, we were never getting out alive
Yeah, I'm a screwup and hard to defend
But I bet you seventeen bucks I win in the end
I am a screwup, but I would contend
I bet you seventy bucks that I win in the end
The positions you hold and the lies you defend
All of your statements go up at the end
And the positions you hold and the lies you defend
Is it more to believe, is it more to pretend
The positions you hold and the lies you defend
Is it more to believe, is it more to pretend
And the positions you hold and the lies you defend
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Da-da-da da, da, dah
Yeah, I'm a screwup but it doesn't really affect the way I think
About the world around me, that was calcified long ago
When our yearbooks' class photos were aging like wine
Because the honor roll left the rest of us confined
Unto this graveyard of asphalt we used to call our home
The broken storefronts its epitaph, and Main Street its bones
Where we're punished for dreaming on contented lives
Where all our friends are depressed, have skipped town, or died
Because our prospects are held on consignment and sold
Allotting room for the K Mart where we had a soul
But I would rather subsist on the empty inside
Than be a part of the sick that they seek to provide
I'd rather die in the place I was told to survive
Than work a goddamn warehouse on the thirty-five
I'd rather die in the place that I swore I'd survive
Than work a goddamn warehouse on the thirty-five
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die
Than be anything but the screwup that survives
Written by: Ashley Turner

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