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The Angry Beaverz EP

by The Angry Beaverz

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heavendog one of my favorite folkpunk albums, im so sad theres not any more music on their page because i fucking love them Favorite track: Nameless.
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1.
Catatonic nervous system and a nasty physique, Might be full of shit, but you are what you eat. Can't stop living with the ways of today. You either die a piece of shit, or you rot from old age. Deconstructing, redefyining all the borderlines. Missing out on every single warning sign. The self-inflicted toxicity inside of your brain, you use those around you for personal gain. You're driving me, you're driving me crazy. Won't you please just get the fuck away from me. The can bend you, they can break you. Intimidate and chase you. Who could have thought you had no back bone to stand. You're head is in the clouds, while heaven's falling down. There's an orchestra around you, but you can't hear a sound. You're driving me, you're driving me crazy. Won't you please just get the fuck away from me.
2.
Well I'm, I'm up and down, I haven't fucking slept in days. How am I supposed to clean up this place, and I'm bored. I'm so fucking bored. I've got a devil on my right, and an angel on my left. Both are fucking bitching at me, so I choose which path is best. And I'm torn. I'm so fucking torn. Well, how can I fit my irony. When I'm breaking this down slowly, Where can I go if there's no up from here? I guess I'll drink another beer. I might believe in God, but I fucking hate the church. Am I a sinner or a believer, I don't know which is worse. My faith is short, my faith is running short. And I view money as pure evil, but I need to pay my rent. I could run off to a commune, but it would make no sense. And I'm poor, hey I'm so fucking poor. Well, how can I fit my irony. When I'm breaking this down slowly, Where can I go if there's no up from here? I guess I'll drink another beer. And I'm caught somewhere between, Communism and Anarchy. Yeah I wanna smash the state, but not watch the innocent bleed. Fuck this war. I fucking hate this war. The war of common enemies.
3.
Nameless 02:45
I'm coming up short and I'm coming up tough. My back's against the wall and I'm calling your bluff. It makes no sense, it makes no sense to me. See all this pain, yeah there's hate in the world. For a broken hearted boy and a strapping young girl. The quality of life is something of idiocracy. Can you tell me. What I don't know. Where do you go? Will you lead me, where I don't know. Hey I just might go to. 'Cause hey, I've finally broken and I'm packing my bags-- Another dollar, 'nother state and it's gonna be a drag. All these politics in this place that I live, There's no room for mistakes, No chance to forgive. I'm sick of seeing such a culture of hate, With this war on drugs, we're in a 'Fuck the Police' state, and if you can't stand up for me, Stand up for this. Stand up for we. Can you tell me. What I don't know. Where do you go? Will you lead me, where I don't know. Hey I just might go to.
4.
When will I be in a casket? Hey, I feel like a fucking basket case. I'm bleeding myself out, like pussfilled sore on a wound that hasn't healed. While I am bleeding slowly, I see my life flash before me- reminding myself of all the shitty things I've done through the years----- I've cut some people off, I was a fucking jerk. I've broken a few hearts, didn't apologize to make it worse. I'll never forgive myself, and I won't forgive anyone. I'll just say fuck you bastards and carry one like I've always done. When will I grow up, I know that I probably should. But I'm not sorry, not nearly as much and I, could, be. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I do this to myself? When you kick another window in and breathe in those carcinogens, Realize it's all going to hell. Why do I do this to myself? I smoke a pack a day, it doesn't do me any good. I like animals more than people, 'cause words never mean what they should. Maybe on day I'll pack a suitcase, ride my skateboard 'til the road runs out. Say goodbye to all you bastards who've ever filled my head with doubt. When will I grow up, I know that I probably should. But I'm not sorry, not nearly as much and I, could, be. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I do this to myself? When you kick another window in and breathe in those carcinogens, Realize it's all going to hell. Why do I do this to myself?
5.
Ketemine 02:52
I'll never steal from you again, when the future finally comes. If I ever get out of this hole, I've gotten myself into. It's hard to find true friends, when you're just a fucking bum. Another needle in my arm, so the world can melt away. Disassociate from the world around me, I just can't fucking breathe. I just want to escape this, I'm drowning in who I'm supposed to be. I'm sorry you ever saw me, out of control. To blind to see, and dumb to think of all the things I've done to you. When did I get this loss of self, when did I lose my fucking mind. My will to live is hanging from far too short a rope. So I'll take another turn, down the street I've lived my life. I'll break into another house just to stay the night. I;ll only bring you down, as far as I have come. I'll only bring you down lower than I can get. Disassociate from the world around me, I just can't fucking breathe. I just want to escape this, I'm drowning in who I'm supposed to be.
6.
/ThankYou/ 02:11
I had to go, to another funeral today. His last words have a hold on me. I'm not sure what to think. This epitaph has no medium, there's too many to name. Don't drink but I'll pour a 40 out, just to have a chance to Thank you. Thank you for everything. I've gotten restless, so restless. Of putting my friends to rest. I'd rather take his level action, place it right below my chest. I'd set it up, set it up straight, get ready to blow. If it meant no more of my friends, would fucking die from an over dose, Thank you. I hope it's better. Thank you. I hope you're happier.

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HAPPY FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH

After many re-records and a lot of joints, we finally finished a lil sampler of some of our songs.
It's whiny and nihilistic
Hope you enjoy!x!x!

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released April 13, 2018

Thanks to all of our friends who have these memorized by now from listening to us scream them over and over again.
Christian, Becca, Darnell, Mark, Sketchy and AJ.
Thanks for the support.
Adam Moyer from up in Pennsylvania, thanks for making me have a heart attack for posting my lyrics and for making the art we're using for this release.

Big thank you to Dalton from Podunk Parliament and April from Apes of the State for being gr8 for advice

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