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Downship

by Hot Trash

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1.
Clumsy 04:29
I'm losing all my balance These days are dizzier than ever I try so hard just to hold it together I need a girl that's not just a body A glass head and a heart that forgot me You're fed up We get it It's the millionth damn time that you said it You go out, just to find out The ten to two life is just a let down I stumble every time I trip over my own two feet I'm sick So sick of my 3:30's Growing tired of all these 9-5's Hell, at this point I'm downright clumsy I was born in a basement Waxing poetic for someone to listen Broken P.A. and a speaker that's shot A storage unit's all that we've got I'm losing all my balance Hell, at this point I'm downright clumsy Fall on my face and right back to square one Running after a useless illusion I may be nothing, but that's something to me Nothing to me is all you'll ever be Passed out Cold floor Cover up on your cold sore Grow up or throw up Quit acting like you never even knew us I stumble every time I trip over my own two feet I'm sick So sick of my 3:30's Growing tired of all these 9-5's I swore that last time would be the last time Hell at this point I'm downright clumsy I stumble every time I trip Over my own two feet
2.
Yesterday I woke up scared Felt worse than I had felt in years This time it wasn't the medication that fucked me up Can't chalk it up to the bad weather or bad luck I never said I was a sure shot baby but an accident? Girl, I'm a dead ringer I've got some blood on my hands A mess in my head A feeling that lingers Maybe it's just how I'm wired Living my life uninspired Didn't realize that when we act We do so with conscious and a lack of tact Maybe I'll just take my chances Living life before the drop You can have your heart of stone, I'll take my head that is full of rocks You're poison in my veins A silhouette that's driving me insane But if you're insane Either my life is just mundane or I'm deranged So pick it up, pick it up And then we let it go We're raised on bad T'V Please take us home to basement shows I scourge the room sweating and sick Searching for the cause to all of this Bloodshot eyes and nonchalant vibes Enhance concern and turn the tides I would rather be a lost soul than an asshole that somehow got lucky I'll take my low paying job Live life like a slob with the people that love me Maybe it's just paranoia Hesitation's a bomb that destroys us Pushing us as we move along Breaking our necks while we're singing our songs Maybe I'll just take my chances Living life before the drop You can have your heart of stone, I'll take my head that is full of rocks You're poison in my veins A silhouette that's driving me insane But if you're insane Either my life is just mundane Or I'm just circling around the drain Or I'm deranged So pick it up, pick it up And then we let it go We're raised on bad T'V We sold our souls to basement shows
3.
Wait Up 04:26
Strike a match, make it last The future is the fire we're the gas I'm drowning in a sea of all my lies Neck deep in jokes you wouldn't get But it's not the wind that I despise Or the bitter cold It's the aching in my bones Disbelief in my eyes Wait Up A body separate from it's soul These Downship nights will swallow me whole I'm 23 and I'm hopeless By the age of 30 will I be emotionless? Or maybe I'm just wry I'm drowning in a sea of all my lies Neck deep in jokes you wouldn't get But it's not the wind that I despise Or the bitter cold It's the aching in my bones Disbelief in my eyes Mature when I stand, childish as I fall Childish as I fall
4.
I've come to terms that I'm a poltergeist Travel the world unseen by eyes A lonely spirit motivated by sound Content to live with my feet off the ground That's alright and that's okay Mortality is overrated anyway Give me mercy and give me my songs Forever I'll happily float along Break down the foundation to fact Lets hope the youth remains intact Cast a blind eye to the unseen Hope the end supports the means Choke back the fear that rests inside Hope that it hides until I die I love where I roam Walt Whitman guide me home Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home Or could it be that our generation's unmotivated and lost Should I just step back Take a moment get my mind back on track At least I got hope At least I got home Detective with a stone cold face Hot on the trail and murder's the case Make my mission then I miss my mark Hiding in the woods like a wolf in the dark This allocated trust is wearing thin On the verge of a new day to begin Break down the foundation to fact Lets hope the youth remains intact Cast a blind eye to the unseen Hope the end supports the means Choke back the fear that rests inside Hope that it hides until I die I love where I roam Walt Whitman guide me home Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home Or could it be that our generation's unmotivated and lost Should I just step back Take a moment get my mind back on track At least I got hope At least I got home Come to terms, poltergeist Travel the world, missed by eyes Lonely spirit, moved by sound Content to live, feet off the ground Made my mission, missed my mark Hiding in the woods, wolf in the dark At least I got hope At least I got hope At least I got home I'm gonna take my time, before it really is my time Walt Whitman guide me home Choke back the fear that rests inside Hope that it hides until I die I love where I roam Walt Whitman guide me home Oh, Walt Whitman guide me home
5.
Turn the key to shake off the cold Searching through my center console Looking for a motive just to make me stay All my words, so synthetic All my lies, so pathetic Let's just drive and burn our years away Whether it be J.P. Kelly, Maddie or J.V. OR KEANE My friends all major in a fucked philosophy It's honestly the only thing that's really driving me From being who I said I'd never be These days end before they start I'm falling apart Song in my head, pain in my chest My life with the people I know best At this point it's hard to say If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age Why don't you just wake up Losing sharpness in my senses Rather be dead than defenseless Better off just young and restless In my heart I won't regret this And though those days were hard, we found time to breathe Singing our favorite songs, debating all life's curiosities Days and nights, draped in twilight Cigarettes and coffee kept us up all night These days end before they start I'm falling apart Song in my head, pain in my chest My life with the people I know best At this point it's hard to say If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age 30 blocks and it's 4 A.M From an awkward exit where I left my head A wet match and a cigarette On New Jersey Ave, I wish I stayed instead 30 blocks and it's God knows when On my way back home just to see a friend These Wild Woods are not the same Sick to my stomach and I'm to blame These days end before they start I'm falling apart Song in my head, pain in my chest My life with the people I know best At this point it's hard to say If I'm blinded by youth or slipping in old age

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The collective frustration, happiness, anger and trepidation of four fools from South Jersey, compiled into a five song demo.

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released April 19, 2015

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Joe Reily in Lovely Rita Studios in Williamstown, N.J.

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Hot Trash Mantua Township, New Jersey

Passionate. Proud. Trashy. South Jersey punk rock.

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