Guide to Life (Adapted for Ordinary People)

by Non Adult

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released May 30, 2017

Tracks 2 & 4 recorded at The Record Co. in Boston MA with the help of Garrett Rose. Tracks 1, 2, & 4 mastered at The Record Co. by Garrett Rose.



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If we are human then where is our humanity?

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Track Name: Vice News Introduction
If we are human then where is our humanity?
I'm made just from mortal flesh and sentience.
I cross that border once, I cross one-hundred more.
Then I cough and cry inside my shirt, I live in the dirt.

I'm not home; nobody here is home.
Track Name: Football Head (LoFi Version)
When I asked "how old are you?"
You told me to "go ahead, and be yourself,
I can't because I'm with somebody else."

I always lose my phone
I never bring girls home
But would you maybe want to split a beer and soak up the moon?
We can watch cartoons, and then you can go down on me in my room.

Our love is scrap metal
I was sick from smoking when we slept together
Then got up early to walk home across the dirty lawn.

I still remember how it made you cry when your friends said they loved your songs, and they started to sing along.

Was that the moment when I knew -
Pushing your palms into cat-eye makeup in apartment 3212?

I'll never be done with you.
Track Name: ~~ FloAting ~~
What if we're human?
Kind of moving on, but mostly holding myself down.
Kindly tell me when I'm allowed to stop breathing.

This sphere we're floating on is out in the ether.

I am either a roach or I am king of all these tepid human things.
You don't have to explain yourself to me.

You love being helpless, but hate it when I scream.
Although, you taught me to be mean.
I'm as lucky as can be.
Track Name: (Reprise #1)
I'm sitting alone, cross legged on top of my bed.
Wishing I was dead.

I'm breathing alone, carcinogens, out on my deck.
I hope the smoke fills up my head.

But instead, all I get is dirty cigarette breath.