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Megacoustic IV

by The Mega Yeah

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1.
Holy fuck! My heart is still beating. And I'm sitting here breathing. I guess I'm doing fine. I crawled out through broken glass, And now I'm sitting here bleeding, and it's in my eyes. Something's, you blink and you miss them. And my soul was found in a pile of trash. This isn't how I planned to spend my morning. But, I keep telling myself that I can't go back. And it hurts all the time. But I'm alright. And it hurts all the time. But I'm still fine. I'm still alive, right? Fuck me.. I can't say it enough. As the nurses endorse my shitty good luck and I'm too scared to try to stand up. But, holy fuck.. Holy shit! I must be fucking dreaming. I'm looking out the window and I'm upside down. And I hear some silly guy's narration, as he yells, "Hey, that kid's alright!" while I'm on the ground. And it hurts all the time. But I'm alright. And it hurts all the time. But I'm still fine. I'm still alive, right? Fuck me.. I can't say it enough. As the pavement sang me to sleep, I'm so glad it had the heart to wake me back up. But, holy fuck.. They combed the glass out of my hair. And I felt it slide down with the sweat on my head. The pricked the shards off the skin of my back. And I asked her if I'm dying or am I dead? Fuck me.. I can't say it enough. As the ambulance took me for a ride, I had to pinch myself to make sure I'm alive. This heart is still fucking beating, and I am still alive.. But, holy fuck..
2.
Consider this an apology in full I'm not coming out tonight. I'm making promises that I could never keep, like promising that I'm alright. I don't feel it anymore all. Consider these analogies for fools, too resolute to try to lie. I'm filled with hopes that I could never use. It's a poetic way to apologize. I don't feel it anymore all. It gets cold in my room, I'm not letting go because it's too soon. I don't feel it anymore all.
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I was surrounded by these people, and I didn't know what to do. So I lit a cigarette on the corner, and now it's only me and you. My heart was racing and I felt lost. Your conversation slowed down my heart. The lights go out and I am still awake. Let's go now, we've got plans to make. The lights go out and I am still awake. Let's get out, I can't get away. I told you about the movies I play in my head. Holy fuck.. it sounds so fucking stupid. The world is small enough and I just found out that you're from the same town I just came from. My mind stopped racing and it all got calm. It was like I was falling and I got caught. The lights go out and I am still awake. Let's go now, we've got plans to make. The lights go out and I am still awake. Let's get out, I can't get away. The simplest things can pull me back when I don't know exactly where my mind is at. Earlier today, with Jason Ray, explaining with metaphors like shit, how I feel when I'm connected, and he said, "Jimmi, it's called fucking friendship." The lights go out and I am still awake. Let's go now, we've got plans to make. The lights go out and I am still awake. Let's get out, I can't get away.
5.
Thank you so much for the car ride home. The stars were haunting through background, through the windshield, on a foggy road. Even if we never speak again, I don't care how Halloween Ends. I kind of feel alive again, but I don't want to talk about Resurrection. Trick or treat for souls, the night I cam home. Witches, ghouls, and ghosts (goats?) the night I came home. Thanks for letting me stay a little while longer, And indulging my need to hear Tedd Hazard sing another line. And if we never speak again, like Jamie in Revenge. I finally feel alive again at Curry Donuts with all of my friends. Sheets cut with eye holes, the night I came home. Webs in candy bowls, the night I came home. The music, and moments, the coffee, and donuts, surrounded by monsters in this place. I'm haunted by strangers, but I feel safe here, waiting for another band to play. This must be a featurette, or deleted scene, or Producer's Cut, at least. So maybe I'm stuck here, both band members left me, when I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to fucking leave. Fog through orange glow, the night I came home, I didn't want to go, the night I came home. Thank you so much for the car ride home.
6.
I've been writing all these songs and then I throw them all away. My mind's all prepped for the trip ahead. I can't wait to get away. My bags are packed for the trip ahead. I guess I better start writing. I can't wait to go back through.. Fallen leaves and mountain views.. Montpelier, We're coming back again. My favorite place that I've ever been. Montpelier, We're coming back again. My bags are packed, full of paper hearts and I'm going to put them on the wall. The van is parked and unpacked in the driveway and I'm greeted by Copper. At Clearfield Farms, Melissa and John's cozy house along the river. I can't wait to go back through.. Charlie O's and haunted moose. Montpelier, We're coming back again. My favorite place that I've ever been. Montpelier, We're coming back again. I feel like I can breathe, I feel like I can breathe in deep. This must be clarity. And Curtis is singing to me. I feel calm. John took me to the water fall. Montpelier, We're coming back again. My favorite place that I've ever been. Montpelier, We're coming back again.
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I don't romanticize the past. Sometimes I think you only see the parts you want to see. You'll talk about one thing completely ignoring the cause and effect. And navigate across the ocean without ever realizing its depth. I don't romanticize the past I'm not mad, I'm not bitter, I'd have to actually care about how it all came to an end. And I'm fine with where are right now. Something's aren't even worth remembering. You like going back looking for the one thing to hold over my head. As if there wasn't a million reasons I don't need to hear history repeated. I'm not lost in it, I'm indifferent, I don't really need to hear about it. I don't really care about it. I don't need to hear how it ended. I don't care how we ended up where we are now, or how we fucking drowned in it. We never fucking had it.. We never had it. I don't romanticize the past. Sometimes I think you always leave out the parts that make it seem like the chaos that we've seen never had any happiness in between. You ignore the context and hope, or believe that maybe I am too naive. Don't act like your sheets were clean. Don't act like it can't be seen. The past is stained, but I won't be fucking found in it. We never fucking had it.. We never had it - The past is fucking dead to me. We never had it - I don't care how how it used to be. The future can be what you want it to be. But the past can't be changed to how you'd like it to seem. I don't care how you paint the past, just use a finer brush for the details. Shine a light on the shadows that pulled us apart. You can talk about the past, but don't hold back. Don't talk about the past like I am fucking scared of it. We never fucking had it.. I don't romanticize the past.
8.
Dark Dreams 04:50
It's getting warmer, and I still gotta get through the rain. My dreams are getting darker, and I don't feel the same. I don't feel like forever. Loss of wonder, and I don't feel. Lost in wonder, and I don't hear anything. My eyes are closed. Just passing days on this calendar. I think that's all they ever were. The tally marks marked by an accident. And I don't count them anymore. I don't feel like forever. I am just fine with whatever. Loss of wonder, and I don't feel. Lost in wonder, and I don't see anything. My eyes are closed. Don't talk to me like it's permanent. Loss of wonder, and I don't feel. Lost in wonder, and I don't hear anything. My eyes are closed.
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Sad Bones 04:27
Well, I'm sick to death of fucking being here. And I'm scared to death of fucking dying here. And I hate my guts, but I still don't care. I fucking hate this heart that's fucking beating here. I can't hang on.. I'm sick to death of always waiting, waiting for hours in my head, waiting for things that will never happen, that will never happen until I'm dead. I can't hang on.. We're all scared of getting old. I've got sadness in my bones. I'm sick to death, of fucking waking up, to the fucking same old shit, with fucking worthless moments, I'm fucking dying here. I can't hang on.. We're all scared of getting old. I've got sadness in my bones. I wake up in a deep, paralyzed in my sleep. it's getting harder just to breathe. or find the strength to fucking leave. We're all scared of getting old. I've got sadness in my bones. My heart is so cold.
10.
I've been living in a six block radius. I rarely leave the house at all. I feel like I haven't felt alive since I've been born. It makes me want to feel alive even more. I raced home so I could spend the whole day alone. I'll beat this misery on my own. I raced home so I could spend the whole day alone. It's sad that I'm happiest when I'm on my own.. all alone. It's like my body has been separate from my soul. I rarely get too far from my home. I only leave when I need cigarettes. After almost dying, I'm scared to death of being alive. I think there's still some glass in my eyes. I think that everyone can see my tired state. And they all can see the anxiety scratched on my fucking face. I raced home so I could spend the whole day alone. I'll beat this misery on my own. I raced home so I could spend the whole day alone. It's sad that I'm happiest when I'm on my own.. all alone. I took some advice from a mad man. And I talked to my friends. I learned there's no shame in asking for a little help. And now the days don't all pass me by. I've been living in an eight block radius. I get a little further every day. I raced home so I could spend the whole day alone. I learned that I can't do this on my own. I raced home so I could spend the whole day alone. I found I'm happiest when I am in a song.. all alone.
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I can't believe how slow these days go by right now. I watched the stray cats tip-toe through the snow on the ground. I see the frost engulf the cars across the road and kidnap every breath that crossed its path, we're all froze. The sunlight's waiting and my head's caving in. The air is cold and everybody's sick. And I miss my friends, I feel I haven't seen them in years. I have no plans of going out. I have no plans of going now. I can't believe how slow these days go by right now. I see the snow crashing against the ground without sound. The icy charm of sparkling glints across the stars. I'm scarred, and bored, and warm, and watch it all from indoors. The frost's invading and my head's caving in. The air is cold and everyone is staying in tonight. And I hate my friends, I feel like they haven't know me in years. I have no plans of going out. I have no plans of going now.
12.
Rirruto? 04:03
Ever since I moved here, I've been looking for hearts in the darkest places, and I never found anything at all. Ever since I moved from the city, I've been looking for parts of me that I left in Philly. It's like I'm haunted by the ghost that I used to be. I've been looking for a feeling more. My heart could stop and I could take it. I can fight an argument and fake it. I can't be told anything at all. Ever since I moved here, I've been hearing them talk in the darkest places, and I pretend that I don't even hear it at all. If I can't relate to your speak and I can't feel what you're saying, how do I know if you're talking from the heart. I've been looking for a feeling more. My heart could stop and I could take it. I can fight an argument and fake it. I can't be told anything at all. Ever since I moved here I've been lost. And I keep looking, is it better now? My heart could stop and I could take it. I can fight an argument and fake it. I can't be told anything at all.
13.
Everybody needs an editor sometimes, to make sure we're right. An apoplectic youth, and I still find it so fucking hard to fight. I can't wake up, I can't hold on at all. I can't get up, I can't hold on at all. I'm still waiting on those words.. I'm still waiting for the worst. I'm still hiding from the words I'll fucking choke on. So I'll keep them to myself. Everybody should know when to hit the reset, And start again. My brain gets calm, and I still can't seem to find any peace of mind. I don't need to defend anything that's said by people that don't know me. I didn't think that then there was a place to call the end. I choose my words more carefully. I can't wake up, I can't hold on at all. I can't get up, I can't hold on at all. I'm still waiting on those words.. I'm still waiting for the worst. I'm still hiding from the words I'll fucking choke on. So I'll keep them to myself. I'm still hiding from the words I'll fucking choke on.
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15.
You want the bad news or the bad news? Honesty can't hurt.. The truth hurts, but I choose to fucking crawl out of the dirt. It can always get worse. I don't know what I said that for. I fucking say it like I've been cursed. I won't say it anymore. I'm a sucker for some tragedy. Without some sadness, who would I even be? There's something foreign in my head, ya know? I think it's ghosts of songs I haven't wrote. There's something foreign in my head, ya know? Something's are better off left alone.. So hear me go. I have a hard time still with connecting. Honestly, it hurts. These are things that I can't control. And it's only getting worse. I have a hard time still with just living. But I still hate being too cold. I'm a sucker for a melody. There's one that's somehow stuck inside of me. There's something foreign in my head, ya know? I think it's ghosts of songs I haven't wrote. There's something foreign in my head, ya know? Something's are better off left alone.. So hear me go. Don't worry about.. I'm not going yet. There's something foreign in my head, ya know? I think it's ghosts of songs I haven't wrote. There's something foreign in my head, ya know? Something's are better off left alone.. So hear me go. Don't worry about.. So hear, we go.

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released October 31, 2023

Have you been trick or treated to death this year?

Jimmi Buskirk - Guitar/Drums/Vocals
TK - Vocals
Jason Ray - Vocals
John E. Knep - Guitar/Vocals

Recorded + Mixed by Jimmi Buskirk.

All songs written by Jimmi Buskirk / Music by The Mega Yeah
except Dark Dreams written by Jimmi Buskirk & Jason Ray,
Dotted Lines © The Gamits & Not Crazy © The Dead Milkmen.

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