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best uncles ever

by Anthony Lapalomento

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you look tired, like you didn't sleep at all. or haven't well in a while, like where you stand you could fall. your eyes look red, like you have been crying. or your just high, and its something that your hiding. like there's something that your hiding. and sad songs they have that sound, that you've been looking for. like when you've lost your voice, and you don't wanna sing no more. like i don't wanna sing no more. like there something you've been hiding, like there's something I've been hiding. and the things i say to you, i usually mean about myself. like there's nothing stopping us, from finding something else we love. something else we love, than what we all know. and call happiness every so often, we call happiness every so often.
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i'm filled with doubt, and i was indoctrinated. to be nothing like my father, and even less like my mom. now i'm nothing like myself, playing god trimming back my house plants. show them a new way to grow, like pulling teeth out of my mouth. oh its been a little while now, since i started talking to myself. going hitch hiking with my rifle, pretending its my guitar. killing driver after driver, rolling their cars off of cliffs. climbing back up to the highway, to catch another lift. so i'm a hollow empty man, since 1985. oh it seems like ive been nailing it, and that's the way i'm meant to die. and as a hollow empty man, i'm a scared little boy. filled with doubt and indoctrination, to be nothing like my mom, or like my dad.
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blue sky 03:55
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i say we escalate the murder, i am at your service still. the messy complications, drive me to kill. & smiling in my moms face, since the day that i was born. then the news annihilates the truth, blowing out the candle on my cake. i am stuck in a fish bowl, and i couldn't have chosen a worse time, to be me, to be. i say we escalate the murder, let the violence just spill. the messy complications, of my life turn to thrill. smiling at my own hate, & the day that im reborn. or the news annihilates the truth, blowing out the candles on my cake. i am stuck in a fish bowl, and i couldn't have chosen, a worse time, to be me. or to be, i couldn't have chosen, a worse time, to be me. i couldn't have chosen, a worst time to be.
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black cat 01:24
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snort a pill, with a glass of wine, get the creative juices flowing. we could talk in circles around for hours, but the urge is steadily growing. to be the dinner party master, join our hands and say a prayer. drinking myself through a depressing meal, with your homophobic neighbors. make the bed, of the finer things, after a lengthy bout with sex. not just the sex, but to be sexual, in a city filled with fucks. when something tells me the problems ive got, aren't the same ones that your having. loving the sinner till the bitter end, but hate the one that does the sinning. I want some one to talk to, not this spiritually loss-less experience. the salvation i am seeking, is one i know comes with patience. i am lost, like everyone i know, but i'm not scared, of anyone, or anything, that i don't understand. just get out of our town, if your gonna be an asshole. if you've got nothing nice to say, then keep it to yourself. before we make you go, and you'll do it cause you know. just get out of our town, if your gonna be an asshole.

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anthony lapalomento - best uncles ever
Recorded march 2015 in in Durham NC
Cover Photo Cred: Haley Scarbrough
For Uncle Wade & Uncle Joey & always Viv Jones

you look tired,
like you didn't sleep at all.
or haven't well in a while,
like where you stand you could fall.
your eyes look red,
like you have been crying.
or your just high,
and its something that your hiding.
like there's something that your hiding.
and sad songs they have that sound,
that you've been looking for.
like when you've lost your voice,
and you don't wanna sing no more.
like i don't wanna sing no more.
like there something you've been hiding,
like there's something I've been hiding.
and the things i say to you,
i usually mean about myself.
like there's nothing stopping us,
from finding something else we love.
something else we love,
than what we all know.
and call happiness every so often,
we call happiness every so often.

*a. 1895: the hitch hiking serial killer

i'm filled with doubt,
and i was indoctrinated.
to be nothing like my father,
and even less like my mom.
now i'm nothing like myself,
playing god trimming back my house plants.
show them a new way to grow,
like pulling teeth out of my mouth.
oh its been a little while now,
since i started talking to myself.
going hitch hiking with my rifle,
pretending its my guitar.
killing driver after driver,
rolling their cars off of cliffs.
climbing back up to the highway,
to catch another lift.
so i'm a hollow empty man,
since 1985.
oh it seems like i've been nailing it,
and that's the way i'm meant to die.
and as a hollow empty man,
i'm a scared little boy.
filled with doubt and indoctrination,
to be nothing like my mom,
or like my dad.

*b. intolerant of intolerance

snort some p****, with a glass of wine,
get the creative juices flowing.
we could talk in circles around for hours,
but the urge is steadily growing.
to be the dinner party master,
join our hands and say a prayer.
drinking myself through a depressing meal,
with your homophobic neighbors.
make the bed, of the finer things,
after a lengthy bout with sex.
not just the sex, but to be sexual,
in a city filled with fucks.
when something tells me the problems ive got,
aren't the same ones that your having.
loving the sinner till the bitter end,
but hate the one that does the sinning.
I want some one to talk to,
not this spiritually loss-less experience.
the salvation i am seeking,
is one i know comes with patience.
i am lost, like everyone i know,
but i'm not scared,
of anyone, or anything, that i don't understand.

just get out of our town,
if your gonna be an asshole.
if you've got nothing nice to say,
then keep it to yourself.
before we make you go,
and you'll do it cause you know.
just get out of our town,
if your gonna be an asshole.

*c. here today, tomorrow in a cage

i say we escalate the murder,
i am at your service still.
the messy complications,
drive me to kill.
& smiling in my moms face,
since the day that i was born.
then the news annihilates the truth,
blowing out the candle on my cake.
i am stuck in a fish bowl,
and i couldn't have chosen
a worse time, to be me, to be.
i say we escalate the murder,
let the violence just spill.
the messy complications,
of my life turn to thrill.
smiling at my own hate,
& the day that im reborn.
or the news annihilates the truth,
blowing out the candles on my cake.
i am stuck in a fish bowl,
and i couldn't have chosen,
a worse time, to be me.
or to be,
i couldn't have chosen,
a worse time, to be me.
i couldn't have chosen,
a worst time to be.


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released March 14, 2015

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Anthony Lapalomento Asheville, North Carolina

Anthony Lapalomento is a singer-songwriter from Pennsville, NJ. American folk punk band Adventure Adventure of North Carolina was formed in 2008. Being compared to the gritty vocals of Violent Femms or emotional intensity of Defiance Ohio.

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