[2013 LP] From Birth To Bad Grades (Every Day, The Same Dream)

by Sharks! On Fire!

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released 11 January 2013
Recorded and Mixed by Mike Kraushaar August 2012 at Bully's Studios (67 Sixth St, New Westminster).
Mastered by Stu Mckillop
Art by Sheldon Stenning

Gang vocals:
Sean KacKeigan, Saige Forest, Mat Vas, Eugene Parkomenko, Jenelle Molyneux, Mike Kraushaar

Extra vocals on track 3 by Saige Forest

All songs written and performed by Sharks! On Fire!

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Track Name: Everyday, The Same Dream
The first time I ran my mouth
I had trouble with my words
(I should have learnt my fucking lesson)

So now I only speak in well thought out verses
And I love to pop-punk

Last time we said we would never come back
Now we're here again
To play for our friends

The first time I ran my mouth
I got in trouble with the the law.
I should have learnt my fucking lesson

So now I only speak in well thought out verses
And I love to pop-punk

Last time we said we would never come back
Now we're here again
To play for our friends

Shut up kid, don't quit
That's giving up your dreams

Jolene's passed out in the bathroom
The box of wine is almost empy
Who left the beer-bong on the front porch?

We love our friends
Our friends are like family
Track Name: You Make Me Touch Your Hands For Stupid Reasons
Don't be afraid, this shit's not timeless
I know it seems so far away
Just tell dad I'm doing alright
I'll see him another time anyways

Did you turn to watch me burn
The night after you learned to turn your back
(At least we're still family like that)

My brother grew a little quiet
So he could only hear
The ringing in his head
That passed from ear to ear

Well I didn't fit in,
So why'd you scowl at me?
I couldn't help but smile
As you slid down that railing
With your kid, the next second.

And all I could think was
"Well damn,
at least there's some happiness here,
Though I'm alone".

We're not alone.

Beauty has a best friend,
He's a liar and a cheat.
He hurts her knowingly
But it's her fault that she's naive.

(So? She'll grow.)
I hope!
Will she figure it out?
Or will she hit the bottle and party
Cause she thinks that it'll help?

Yeah for the record,
I think your band is pretty great.
But it's too much about those pretty girls
you wish that you could date

(Get over it)

And those egos?
What have you got to protect?
You've gotta earn those pretty girls
You've gotta work for that respect.

Don't be afraid, this shit's not timeless
I know it seems so far away
And just tell dad I'm doing alright
I'll see him another time anyways

The man I am now
Is not the man I used to be
And I know that sounds pretentious
Because I'm only twenty

But I started writing this song
When I was in grade eight
You said I'd never get too far
Without learning more chords on guitar.

Yup.
Track Name: The Bird And The Bee
And he says that money doesn't matter
But it does
'Cause I can't afford to sleep
And I can't afford to be alone

Dylan and Edie were barely alive
They were buried inside themselves.

I have a wireless mic connect to something.
But it's not on, 'cause I can't hear it.
I see a black fireplace connected to a room
But it's not on, 'cause it still feels so cold.

Dylan and Edie were barely alive
They were buried inside themselves.

And he says that money doesn't matter
But it does
'Cause I can't afford to sleep
And I can't afford to be alone

It's just Dylan and his arresting officer.
Awkwardly dancing around, she grabs his hand
And puts his fingerprints down.

He could have been,
Should have been upset.
His head was a mess
(We all make the same mistakes)

Dylan and Edie were barely alive
They were buried inside themselves.
Track Name: Picnic In Friendship Park
Just hoping for the better.

I'll write a song about some dead beat friends
And so far they've come a long way
(We made it this far)

Use a pen to stop a war
Between me and my health

Substance abuse
And I still feel the same flat on my back

There's substance abuse
There's blood in the water
So Sharks will attack

Is it the simple things?
The feelings that the sunset brings
Bottled water after dark
Or picnics in friendship..

All night on the porch
Just smoking them cigarettes of course
We're two birds of a feather
Just hoping for the better

I'll write a song about some dead beat friends
And so far they've come a long way
(We made it this far)

Use a pen to stop a war
Between me and my health

Substance abuse
And I still feel the same flat on my back

There's substance abuse
There's blood in the water
Sharks will attack!

(Oh no!)

How would you like it if bombs fell on our cities?

Fuck.

Is it the simple things?
Or the feelings that the sunset brings
Bottled water after dark
Or picnics in friendship park

All night on the porch
Just smoking them cigarettes of course
We're two birds of a feather
Just hoping for the better

Just hoping for the better.
Track Name: Shy Guy In The 90's
I've said and done some things that I'm not proud of
At least my friends still think that I'm a nice guy
I work some bullshit job just to get by
I think my boss still hates me

Well, that's fine.

Half smoked cigarettes, those “fuck-me-up” kind.
My heart is in the right place.
My heart is in the right place.
Our hearts are focused on songs and tour dates.

We sat around and listened to the same song
Over and over again.
We sat around and listened
Cause it sounded so God damned good.

The strength of your voice isn't something you know
It's something you forget when you go to shows
And I know it won't save my life.
(It's still trying)

I've said and done some things that I'm not proud of
At least my friends still think that I'm a nice guy
I work some bullshit job just to get by
I think my boss still hates me

That's...

My heart is in the right place.
Our hearts are focused on songs and tour dates.

There's excuses most days
From birth to bad grades
When I run away, they'll look at me and they'll say
“Don't tell me all about it”

No!

The strength of your voice isn't something you know
It's something you forget when you go to shows
And I know it won't save my life.
(It's still trying, yeah.)

(Over and over again)

There's excuses most days
From birth to bad grades

(Over and over again)

When I run away, they'll look at me and they'll say
“Don't tell me all about it”
Track Name: Tama Hills
Well, it took some time to happen
New cities are always like that.
I told some lies to get by
But soon it was no surprise:

These murders were just prerecorded alibis.
Imported, sorted by their compromise
And reported just to organize
Another scenester party
You were homeless too!

(There was nowhere else to go!)

I left a trail of empty bottles from that empty house
To the van where we slept on the street for a week.
It was lonely but never left alone for long enough to pull the knife out.
It was lonely, but I was never left alone.

I know that you don't have a ghost
But we won how we won,
And now there's no going home tonight.

Yeah, I forget what it's like to be so young.

Johnny, are you there?
Are you listening?
Are you trying to cover your eyes?
Outside the room is your mother
Her hands are in her hair,
And it looks like she's been crying.

Johnny, are you there?
Are you listening?
It's your father, so open up.
Outside the room is the police
And their cigarettes are drawn like waiting gun-fire.

I forget what it's like to be so young.
And I'm breaking down.

I forget what it's like to be so young.
I forget, I forget what it's like to know.

So tell me why!
Why, Johnny, why did I ever go back?
Track Name: Act I: Cigarettes For Money
And though the lines were improvised,
It always started off in exactly the very same way:
We'd leave that house a mess.

There's a dirty thrift store jacket
That's hung-up, forgotten like the litter on the floor.
Because the world seemed to wait.

I remember the days when we first met
(Uncool) Straight out of high school
Started off this way, we'll always be the same.

I remember the days when we first met
(We're not cool) Straight out of high school
Started off this way, we'll always be the same.

There was never any pretext for act one,
It was just a small town that never realized just quite how big it got.
The smoke from surrounding forest fires would occasionally lift
Just long enough for the act to begin.

I catch a line about love, spoken by a bleeding heart.
Much like everything else, it's poorly versed
So I think about how I'd never fuck someone who doesn't read books
Or highlights all their favorite parts.

I remember the days when we first met
(Uncool) Straight out of high school
Started off this way, yeah we'll always be the same.

I remember the days when we first met
(We're not cool) Straight out of high school
Started off this way, yeah we'll always be the same.

The screen door never closed properly in times like these.
It sat ajar and my feelings were the same:
Only half open.

The summer had come and gone,
Some lover had loved and longed,
And I hadn't learned anything.

We wrote the song.
We played the show.
And that's when we ran out of money.
(OH!!)

Oh, you heard me? No. You're not listening
Well maybe I should go. You called me?
No.

You never called me anything.

Oh, you heard me? No. You're not listening
Well maybe I should go. You called me?
No.

You called me never.

Oh! No! You're not listening! Maybe I should go!
No! You never called me anything!

Oh! No! You're not listening! Maybe I should go!
You called me no, you called me never.

I hope you get what you need – a fucking lobotomy.
You're holding on to what feels dear, like plastic surgery.
And even though you love me, there's others still above me
And I'm dying. I'm dying.

I'm dying.
Track Name: Act II: Things'll Get Better, Man
This raise that I thought was enough for insurance
Salt in my eyes, the room filled with smoke.
My second hand jacket hung up in the closet
The nights are getting colder
This Canadian city is losing it's mind
It's less about a song or the lyric within it

“Solitary Silence”, our feeling's the same.

We're playing hockey tonight.

This raise that I thought was not enough to keep me covered
Salt in my eyes, like the litter on the floor.
The second hand jacket hung up in the closet
The nights are getting colder
This Canadian city is losing it's mind
It's less about a song or the lyric within it

“Solitary Silence”, our feeling's the same.

So there I sat, just waiting to see what would happen next
And waiting to see if I would care.

My fists won't knock out the next fuck I see
My best friends taught me differently.

They say things will get better, man.
Trust me --
Track Name: Act III: Trust Your Footing
The screen door closed
I know, I ran outside as fast as I could
The room was full of all my friends. Some drunk, misunderstood.
The time you passed out on the bathroom floor...
I can relate.

We left that house a mess!
We couldn't care less!

My diary is just a place for me to lie to myself.
Like, “I'm looking for the stars”
Really I'm looking for, well, anything else.

It's not easy to do this whole band thing (a bad thing?) for all my life.
Oh no!

It's not easy to do this whole band thing (a bad thing?) for all my life.

Band thing? A bad thing? (Band thing? A bad thing?)
Band thing? A bad thing? For all my life.

Band thing? A bad thing? (Band thing? A bad thing?)
Pick yourself off the bathroom floor and...

Fuck your bleeding hearts.
I'm getting too old for this shit.

We sang so sweetly for our lives
With our feet pressed to the back of the furniture
And through the darkness of our eyes
We couldn't see him standing there.

And the screen door closed I know
The season's finally gotta go.
And I'm left alone..

I know I couldn't care less!

No, I couldn't, I couldn't care!

Oh no!! Another song about summer!
Oh no!! Another song about summer!
Oh no!! Another song about summer!

So fuck your bleeding hearts! I'm getting too old for this shit!

The screen door closed,
I know, I ran outside as fast as I could
The room was full of all my friends. Some drunk, misunderstood.
The time you passed out on the bathroom floor...
I can relate.

We left that house a mess
We couldn't care less.

We couldn't care less.
We left that house a fucking mess.