I Love Your Lifestyle EP

by I love your lifestyle

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released 07 August 2013
Mixed by Joe Reinhart, Headroom Philadelphia.
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe, Maniac Mansion.

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Track Name: Spider Monkey
Now you're speaking that new language of yours
You're speaking fluent, oh how i hate when you snore

But still, I have to stop chewing on my own bones
I know it irritates both you and your new yellow bird

Come on, you are not a wizard

Can you see it's snowing? And yet I'm sweating out there
The world is growing, this crazy God is not fair to us

Oh, how I love the color of your hair
I now it's blue and it smells like an uncomfortable chair

Come on, I am not a wizard

I can´t hear you when you´re talking

I can´t hear what you´re saying

Now you're speaking that new language of yours
You're speaking fluent and it's clearer than before
Track Name: Christoffer Robin
This reminds me, i have a meeting with my shrink tomorrow
She doesn’t get me
She's paid to pretend to listen

People talk about me when i am not around.
I wonder what they say about my clothing

People talk about you when you are not around
No one of your friends likes your behavior

Don’t look so suprised X2

People think I’m edgy, of that i'm all aware
Better being edgy than a douche bag

All of us are waiting for you to shut your mouth
No one is a fan of your new girlfriend

Dont look so surprised X2

Our minds are controled by the time we use to waste our lives on finding our wives
Track Name: Poetry Issues
Tonight we're all alone
Together we can share my homemade scones
It would make me feel so happy inside
I'm serious it would make me feel alive
And all though it would make you wanna die I really think should give this a try

I heard you whisper in my ear
"I got problems of my own dear"

I show you my hometown
and you pray for it to slowly burn down
While you're putting on your golden crown
I dive into the black water and drown

With bandages around your right arm
You look like you need a mound of patience

I heard you whisper in my ear
"I got problems of my own dear,
You're not the only one around here."
To me that didn't sound at all wierd

(Why are you laughing?)
I hate it all, I hate it for no reason
I try to keep up with what you think I should be
For what it's worth, it's nothing I approved of
To me you're nothing but a fucking waste of time
Track Name: Dynamites & Catfights
Dynamites, catfights
Waiting for the last bus home, it´s all right

Stay in late, play date
Save it for a rainy day, it´s too late

It´s like putting the feather in the ink
Watching the bird fly of again
Track Name: Happy Lacuna
I don't want to go out
The rain is pouring outside
You say it's only drizzling
And that you love the smell of petrichor

Well i dont! Why do we always have to do what you want?
I hate your damn pictures and the fact that you romanticize it all

I can see you with my flashlight
My friends and I will do whatever we want to

Christ, what are you?
I don’t want you

Try to sound like a dolphin
And you'll see that I igonore you totally

Surprise, I got you
My eyes just fooled you
That special someone
Wont ever come around
Track Name: Long time no Bruce
Running all night long
I know i lost my conscience on my way home
(On and on and on)
I'll keep looking X5

I'll keep looking, I swear
I also lost my wallet somewhere

I hate when people say: "it's called karma"
I hate karma (I hate karma)
There is no karma (there is no karma)

Let us be, us who love our current lifestyles and chocolate icecream

Let us be, us who already are satisfied with all the things we've seen
Let us be, us who dream of drunken weekends and wearing t-shirts that aint clean

I'll keep looking, I swear
I also lost my wallet somewhere

Let us be, us who already are satisfied with all the things we've seen
Let us be, us who dream of drunken weekends and wearing t-shirts that aint clean X2