I Feel Asleep
by Awkward Terrible
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I Feel Asleep
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Soul Stealer
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Arithmeticulous
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Settle The Score
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Yell, Holler, Shout
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Who Did This To You?
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Five Years To Midnight
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credits
released 24 June 2011
Recorded At Room W/A VU
Mixed/Mastered by Paul Kneever's at The Ring
Recorded At Room W/A VU
Mixed/Mastered by Paul Kneever's at The Ring
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Awkward Terrible were formed in the super-heated heart of a secret volcano fortress. Christoph Crimson tickles the guitar strings and manipulates the secret inner workings of a possessed Nintendo Gameboy from 1989. Sam Decimus thrashes at the drum set with dangerous rhythm. Together they create supernatural, death-defying, 8bit punk for you and only you. ... more
discography
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Jan 2012 -
Jun 2011 -
Mar 2011 -
Feb 2011
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- Track Name: Anythings Better Than Crawling
- Wake up, Wake up sleepy head/ You can't ignore the morning forever/ and although your dreams may seem sweet/ It's nothing you'd dare to repeat, no never/ And maybe what seems so ideal in your dreams/ Is best left where it sleeps
- Track Name: Never Again
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These people surround me/ Like trees they grow around/ Their roots twist and turn/ Squeeze me til I burn/ Maybe I'll learn/ Noxious gas fills my lungs/ And I can't escape/ Can't excuse what you've become/ We'll see what you've done.
Chorus:My eyes turn white while you pretend/ Can't seem to get wise/ Can't see til the end/ You'd tell me the truth but it was always bent/
Hands clutch at me as they jut from the ground/Little daisies with fanged petals, pulling me down/ Soft laughter and thoughtless mistakes/ There's no time to turn back/ My bones become fake. - Track Name: Thriller
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Well, if looks could kill
I'd be standing here still
Wonder whatever lead you to
Believe that you're such a thrill
And you might have me beat
Knock me off of my feet
If only you made your intentions
A little more discreet
And I'd be laughing
If I thought it was a joke
From the way your acting
I can see it's a lost hope
Your lovely bangs might
Hide you hungry eyes
Look so Non-chalant
You Didn't come tonight
To compromise
That's not what you want
Just cause it's the weekend
You've gone right on past the deep end
With a ferver that I feel I should Applaud
When it's all completed
When the weekends been defeated
Does it leave you feeling any less a fraud
And I'd be laughing
If I thought it was a joke
From the way your acting
I can see it's a lost hope
Your lovely bangs might
Hide you hungry eyes
Look so Non-chalant
You Didn't come tonight
To compromise
That's not what you want - Track Name: Soul Stealer
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You stole my soul
Took away everything
Ties took their tole
My pulse was elevating
I let you in my head
And for some reason
All my thoughts were read
Turned blank, But still turned on
You’re a soul stealer
An enchantress
No Nothing Less
You took everything
These wings on my back
Bleed almost every day
The blood is cold, in fact
Downward, it makes it’s way.
Remove the anesthisia
Pull these needles from me
Can’t handle it intreveniously
Stop this inhumaine surgery
You’re a soul Stealer
An enchantress
And nothing less
You Took Everything - Track Name: Arithmeticulous
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I've done the math and I've read the lines
I've checked the answered
Up and down they're fine
These little problems
They're not your's
They're mine, so don't
Don't tell me how to waste my time
It's the tension that I love
It's the attack and the release
It's the build to the resolve
It's that I never feel at ease
I want it so thick that it chokes me
I want to cut it with a knife
I want it so close I can taste it
But forever out of sight
Well, fingers and toes
The elegant prose
Didn't come this far
Not to see where this goes
Yes's and no's
Yesterday's clothes
I'm wearing them again
Just to remember how this goes.
I've done the math and I've done the time
These little problems
They're not your's, they're mine
Fingers and toes
The elegant prose
Didn't come this far
Not to see where this goes
Yes's and no's
Yesterday's clothes
I'm wearing them again
Cause I woke up on the floor - Track Name: Settle The Score
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Can’t tell what’s real anymore
Shoot me again and I’m on the floor
I’m barely phased, I beg for more
If I suddenly bled out, you’d settle the score
Fire burned our shining brown eyes
Our beginning sets our deep demise
The shackles run deep, dare to deny
The mind betrayed, the heart defies
Can’t tell what’s real anymore
Shoot me again and I’m on the floor
I’m barely phased, I beg for more
If I suddenly bled out, you’d settle the score
I can’t see past your burned face
I too, have lost my place
When everything turns to fire
What’s left, but deep desire
My cracked rib cage collapsed with stress
Leave my carcus, leaving me in complete distress
Give me medication, this tick will be supressed - Track Name: Five Years To Midnight
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What stops me so completely
What keeps these hands at bay
What giants holds me down
And never give an inch away
What makes these eyes so heavy
What fills these lungs with sand
What fills this mouth with words
No living soul could understand
I used to think I was eloquent
I used to think I had the words
But words are hardly relevant
If I can't even find the nerve
Cause yes you make me nervous
You're beautiful and terrifying
I do not deserve this
Until I'm not afraid of trying
yes you make me nervous
You're beautiful and terrifying
I do not deserve this
Until I'm not afraid of trying
The crushing weight of nothing
Around my neck
