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Permanent Midnight

by Justin Courtney Pierre

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Used to be old school Now we don't know how Scenes from the vanguard Got shuffled and played out What once hung in the spotlight Now litters the backyard Now we don't know how We used to be so cool The weather keeps changing between us Every clink in your glass Every jolt in my spine We used to run toward each other Now we're just passing the time Used to be old school Wish they had told us Time doesn't age well It's all joyfully hopeless A surplus of heartbreak Into permanent midnight Wish they had told us We used to be so damn cool The weather keeps changing between us Every nicotine itch Each amphetamine smile We used to fight for each other Now we're just wading through... Time Time on our hands Time to be anyone Time to crash land Time Time to withstand Time to do anything Time to demand Honestly I’m excited for the grand farewell Honestly I’m not afraid of whatever gets thrown in our way Let's unravel the lie I think we can handle it now Endlessly undivided anxious demoiselles Endlessly beat up and bruised from a lifetime of spilling the truth I'm so glad we're alive I know we can handle it now Let’s stick it out for a while… (Used to be old school) (Used to be old school)
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Back At 45 03:35
I'm back at 45 It's good to be alive Hell, I did not think I'd make it How's the saying go? Gotta fake it 'til you break it Well, I don't really know 'Cause I'm always inundated Take it off! Ride around on the past You’ll get kicked in the ass It’s not complicated I am very good at doing math! Not to say you should hide Turn your pain into pride It’s all integrated Welcome to the shit show! I'm back at 45 Exiting the hive Is a sticky situation Technically I'm part Of the illest generation Though I'm working twice as hard My mind's always on vacation Ooh Ooh Ooh! Narrow in on the truth You’ll unravel your youth And be liberated Sell me something sassy from your stash! With the good comes the bad And the life that you had Get’s obliterated Pocket full of rainbows! It’s good to know you L’enfant sage Welcome to nowhere Of many dream a vast mirage I was once a punching bag Never noticed I’d been hanged I owe this Fuck You To a lifetime in distress Always feeling I was less than ordinary Ooh Ooh Ooh! Sit around on your ass And the ghosts of your past Get incorporated Secret meeting keepers of the caste! Lean on into the pain For a whole new refrain Get dissociated Functioning in slo-mo! I’m back at 45
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Well, I'm leaning on What's left of what has been And still to come And the present tense Eludes all sense And haunts this native son There's a truth or two or three or four Depends on where you stand You can be a multitude of things My lovely ampersand We're not a house of strangers anymore No cobweb takes a chance upon our door There's a hope I horde And hold onto It comforts like a song That you'll find the spark That guides you through the dark Before I'm gone We're not a house of strangers anymore With chosen crest of black upon our door
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I never used to be so scared of everything I took a chance and woke up with this wedding ring on my finger I owe you for fucking up your life I just hope I can make it up to you You’re the reason there’s a flutter in my heart You’re the reason nothing ever falls apart In this house that we built for our family of three I’m so impressed that you’re still in love with me You’re the reason there is hope at every turn You’re the reason that I feel the sickest burns When you lay out the facts of each case we discuss I agree that it’s hard to disagree You’re the reason there’s a stranger in our bed You’re the reason we’re less fucked up in the head And the time that you spend on remembering it all Deserves more than the words you’re hearing now You’re the reason you’re the person you’ve become You’re the “hard-ass-inward-look-at-how-it’s-done” With each lie you’ve dismantled and replaced with truth You’re the epitome of living proof You’re the camera’s lens, the checkbook, and the key You’re as Piscean as one could hope to be And the lighthouse of love that you shine day and night Beckons homeward us wandering erudites You’re the witchiest, the baddest of the bad And you’re the best defense the dark arts ever had And the spells that you cast can cure every disease It’s an honor to be part of this dichotomy You’re the common sense that cuts right to the core That made that sassy mess we both get to adore And the love that we share is Imzadi times twelve There’s no chance that you’ll ever get rid of me There’s no chance that you’ll ever get rid of me

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released December 9, 2022

All songs written by Justin Courtney Pierre
Produced & Engineered by Jacob Carlson @ Defhaus Studios
Mixed by Chris Shaw

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'Ghost World' EP out November 12

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