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The Meegz Tape

by Phat Meegz

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1.
10 Paces 02:47
i walked four K's today and i never left my room could have walked to your place twice but who am I to assume? what's two years between good friends comfort I'll never feel again I wasn't around when you needed me but i'll be there when it ends and i'll never rest again i fucked up one single lapse of mind would leave everything i loved behind 4 days in a city i hate and ive lost the thing that makes home so great my conscience is my pillow but my bed's the concrete floor and since I woke a week ago I haven't smiled at all
2.
Cenno 05:43
heres anotha rhyme about the air up on hillstreet the westside of hobart the place where them chills meet your skin with a bite and your nose with a sting i got no flows for those hoes that don't feel a thing and for those foes that don't know im taking a swing to connect with your nosebone for those bros with no home and no hope, no calls up on their cellphones they're so alone when these degrees hit a new low the nights freeze days keep draggin on so slow theres noone to lay with and nowhere to go and noone feels your pain when you're dying up here so you might as well be claiming your last meal up on death row but each day you remain you're still doing your best so it's lookin like you're gonna need a new manifesto but it's too hard to think with a head full of cess tho when you try to make escapes from the place where you rest low the food starts to eat away the coin that you saved but you still gotta be eating just to get through the day forget booze you're too poor until you get paid and its a long long wait until it comes to thursday but it's old news start to feel at home in the dole queue its easier as you lose the ideals that uphold you and the well wishes of the past loves that have held you and you feel good knowing that they wound up in hell too, but it cant last cynicism wears at your heart fast you think of how you once felt back in the far past and how you wouldn't end up a cunt with a hard heart and no hope, well haha at least it's a good laugh you old fucking cunts cant accept that your times up so you try to steal a place up in my brain with a mindfuck and try to tell me that i'm like you just a smartarse but unlike you i know this is life not an art class so fuck off, try to talk to me like you're wise like your years have taught you something but you're just spinning lies try to appeal to the kids with your petty defiance like anyone in their right mind would call you an ally you use the word punk like it somehow could still vibe with your miserable life but the way that you get by could make a used car salesman break down and cry i dont feel you just hurry the fuck up and die
3.
Punk Jumps 04:31
been a year since i left and if anybody wondered life did get a little better stopped myself from going under still dreaming still looking to kill time in new ways even when theres blunts to blaze still try to see through the haze still find time to appreciate some certain cliches like cold beer on hot days warm sand and cool waves learning bout the working standard getting tired and getting paid trying to find a middle ground of gettin high or gettin laid leavin home has left me humbled but i havent lost my nerve got a few months left to fumble before i hit the real world there are suckas left to serve for all the buckshots left unheard and im still tryin to believe those fuckers get what they deserve like this cant resist thinkin of friends that i miss thinkin of folks back home and weeknights out on the piss thinkin of the things that coulda been all the scabs on my wrist up and down my arms and legs that i just managed to resist and i miss havin love just a suburb away having someone i could call at any time on any day no money no plans but a million ways to kill time and undermine this world that i hate and though it probably was improbable at the time we felt unstoppable being together made it better even when the times were horrible SIDC to tuzz life forever have been chronicled imprinted on my skin to remind of times less honourable to remind me of the times when hopelessness should have prevailed but in the end I had my friends and all the nihilism failed to take hold, to remold to try and strip us of our souls leave us deaf dumb and broke with our arms full of holes times like that reminiscing bout my friends way back in turramurra and my brothers still eluding the pack still pingin still tripping living crazy and free and maybe sometimes even thinking the same things about me and i'll live like you're beside me and i never left home even when the world retires me and i'm dying alone i'll carry you with me forever and wherever i go you make this shitty world better making sure that you know
4.
CONES 2012 02:58
dont i feel something those mind games that you win everything that you say the nothings that i've been and my heads hurting coffee and nicotine all the pain that you kill relieve you i will cause peaceful sleep is a luxury the layman cant afford if i cant share her bedsheets well i'd still take her floorboards another month of wasted days a fractured haze of sleepless nights another year i'll need to blaze up every day to feel alright try to forget everything you said to me another years worth of exhaled memories inhale lungfuls of mental remedy tie off and nod out to the melody failure of a farmer but i was born a pharmacist and these needles they dig deeper than the marks that paint your wrists all those shows off affection well they seem to serve you well and while you need the attention i just need a seroquel
5.
i believe in needles cause people never beat the feeling it equals this nihilistic existence makes me believe in pure evil id like to think a world without it, isnt too idealistic but i can understand why people still deny its existence the world is a mix, of sick-freaks and twisted narcissistics who make it their business to invest in guns and ballistics those who stand up, to those, nominal pathologicals must be aware and prepared to catch one in the abdominal abomidable, myths and monsters from the subliminal are formidable when our mental resistance is minimal its pitiful biological is soon to be digital lyrical is profitable and the masses are cynical advertising is ruining everything that is beautiful thats predictable within a world thats goverened by criminals people learn not to believe in any biblical meaning and their waiting for something else to give them some kind of reason to justify breathing cause even words im currently speaking sound like every-other-motherfucker preaching their elitism but i want to believe i believe in perfection, i believe in drugs, guns, and deception and again, i'd like to mention that its just a reflection of a mental state riddled with stress, death and with tension a reaction to forces normal people dont like to mention its not an invention of-an-overactive imagination your condescention only adds depth to my alienation and to any kids out there in the same situation where suicide seems- like one long extended fucking vacation your trying to speed up the process by sending death invitations the holes you dig in your arms offer you no consolation and your waiting, for any kind of new or deep revelation and your patience is lacking you thinkin about self immolation your hearts racing you feel as though your facing the nation and your naked and your wasted eyes are thoroughly vacant and you're delaying, waiting, maybe praying for your salvation and you're hoping its just a phase despite the toll that it's taking but you want to believe
6.
hobart city air where the winters is fresh see the dew up on your window and the steam on your breath heavy blankets on my bed where i lay myself to rest rollin one and then another til the summer or my death and my empty bed is lonely everytime we're not together which is really almost always so i should find something better to occupy my time or some thoughts to fill my mind a good book to read or good dope to mainline but short of maybe just the latter i found that nothing else matters other girls just bore me and make me feel even badder my friendsll say im stupid and maybe its even true im sure ive thought of smarter things than being in love with you but i know its too late cuz ive already crossed the line its just too hard to get to sleep without your body next to mine without your breath on my neck or your hair held close or when you wear my shirt tomorrow when im busy making toast but like i said this talk is dangerous im not sayin anymore people are scared of bein in love because theyve all been hurt before if thats the way to live then im already fucking dead just put me in my fucking coffin with my heels over my head cause fuck playin it cool and always acting nochalant cant be fucked with fucking sluts if your the only one i want so crucify me if you gotta and get back on your way cause i guess i fucking love you and thats all there is to say and i hope that we can cut the ties that keep us coming back but i cant even convince my friends to shoot a cop instead of smack cant even convince myself to mark a wall instead of tracks and i cant even convince my friends to shed my weight up off their backs cause at the end of a lonely day i wouldnt mind some co dependence sometimes this freedom that i found feels like a lonely lifelong sentence and tho there aint no higher ground when theres nobody condescending whats the point of bein alive without a purpose or an ending

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released July 6, 2012

Production and recording by NIC WHITE

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