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

by Sharks! On Fire!

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1.
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
2.
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.
3.
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.
4.
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.
5.
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”
6.
Tama Hills 03:18
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?
7.
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.
8.
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 --
9.
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.

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released January 11, 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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