lo​-​fi accordion songs for people who just don't care about anything

by Bitterfucked

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i would like to credit this album to the colour fortress stone, the letter eff, and the number 666.

also apologies to accordion lovers who hate shitty punk vox and shitty punk vox lovers who hate accordions

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released December 22, 2012

if you get a physical copy of this album, sorrel did the art. in sacred and the cover abandon ship wrote most of the words and in watterson in c, bill watterson wrote most of the words. beyon mixed it, and i pretended like the things i do are worth anything.

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Bitterfucked Halifax, Nova Scotia

i don't know who i am or i know too damn well who i am

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Track Name: runnin blackout medley
DMaj Bmin
F#7 Bmin

DMaj Bmin

EMin Bmin
Emin
Bmin DMaj F#7
Bmin F#7
DMaj F#7
Bmin
Emin Bmin
Emin
Bmion DMaj F#7
Bmin F#7
percussion
Track Name: anxiety reeling
weeeellllllllll
we've been wasting old on this useless time
minor addictions became our lives
an open question to the flies
how is it so easy to compromise
your-or self
your-or
seeeellf

no one i know they never learned how to talk
so we'll caffeinate ourselves into this midnight waltz
there's no solace in asphalt toes
and nowhere is the place we call our homes
so we'll spite our firends and build this boat
mend the oars with our failed hopes
we'll just let ourselves drift away
oh we let you
drift
a
way

when you were way too drunk that night you told me that some people are better off dead
and that there are no liferafts left on this boat

well these cigarettes aren't working anymore
this self-medication doesn't work anymore
and our tongues grow sore
our tongues grow sore
well these cig-ga-rettes aren't working anymore
this self-medication doesn't work anymore
our tongues are growing sore
yeah our tongues are growing fucking
soar
Track Name: burnout song
Amin FMaj CMaj Emin

trashscore mattress on the floor
next to a pile of dirty clothes
the cigarette ashtray overflows
onto your handwritten notes
broken laptop empty cans
pictures of your used-to-be-friends
the same show posters that you had
in your last three apartments

well you've had ten different homes over the past three years
your return address is a beer store
in north ontario-woah
and the words don't bother writing back
when i asked you if you were staying long
you said probably not, i hate this place
and i wondered if there was anywhere
that you really liked

Amin CMaj GMaj Emin

so ask me if i wanna go to a bar
start a fight with some scumbag jerk
i'll tell you that i want to
i'll tell that i will
ask me if i wanna go south
break something blame it on someone else
i'll tell you that i want to
i'll tell you that i will
and ask me if i wanna stay home
get drunk until four in the mornin
i'll tell you that i want to
i'll tell that i will
but say that you've been feelin low
ask me if i wanna come over
i'll tell you i won't pick you up
but i'll go down with you

Amin FMaj CMaj Emin

all of this is okay as long as we keep moving
well all of this is okay as long as there is direction
is all of this okay as long as we keep moving
well all of this is okay as long as there is direction

if i was in your place
i would have left long ago
so long ago
so long ago
woah
oah
oh
Track Name: dog eyes
BbMaj Gmin Dmin FMaj
BbMaj Gmin Dmin

Gmin Dmin Cmin Gmin
BbMaj Dmin Cmin FMaj

BbMaj Gmin Dmin FMaj
BbMaj Gmin Dmin

BbMaj Dmin Gmin FMaj
BbMaj Gmin Dmin FMaj
BbMaj Dmin Gmin FMaj
BbMaj
Track Name: slow wax world
Gmin EbMaj FMaj Dmin

the newly risen sun
it sparkles with cold
the mornin it is pale
as the year it grows old
your eyes remind
of a grey blue fog
as my eyes are filled
wtih your blue grey fog

Gmin EbMaj FMaj

i'll rub my wrists raw as these bellows heave
this bright orange draw becomes what i breathe
it makes me feel terrified of everyone around me
these old spectacles no longer filter the world clearly
so i fill myself with past regrets and vivid copper-black tea
until the vomit churns or i can hold your gaze and speak my words evenly

Gmin EbMaj FMaj Dmin

Gmin Dmin

i've heard your language before-ore
it looks to me like shit coming out your mouth

EbMaj FMaj

you have no concept of communication
i think you ought to go fuck yourself

Gmin EbMaj FMaj Dmin

the candles in this room
have all burned down
the candles in this room
have all burnt out

EbMaj FMaj Gmin

and there is nothing
left
but
soft melted wax
Track Name: watterson in c
CMaj Emin
GMaj Amin