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Melancholy with a Side of Fries

by The Average

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1.
Bel Air 04:38
Lined up houses across the board Curled up ends to mark the meet A land of whiny, angsty teens The perfect nuclear family What a land of happiness Complaints of boredom never rest Nothing beats the regular Everything's the same, nothing's better The sun is up, the night is here It's all the same, it's always great Nothing's wrong, just all there is Nothing's all we ever did Convenient stores in convenient places All I see are the same faces Broken desires for something else Even though everything's going well The same old stores are getting old I'm surprised nothing's sold But this town is great as it is Even if I didn't do anything Chorus The final stop is when we grow up Our lives will full circle here People are eager just to leave The lined up houses that they see Schoolyard kids leave to go home Minivans are here to go Turn on the TVs to watch their shows Wake up, eat, sleep is all they know The selfish are made here while they learn As their inhibitions burn But this town is great as it is Even if I didn't do anything This is the world that we live in Boring blue days are the mighty scene People are eager just to leave The lined up houses that they see It's all the same, it's always great
2.
Beyond good and evil There was a majesty Taking me to her lusty cave of grins that opened my eyes I wanted more of meals to go that fed me happiness What turned out was a livelihood of a short-lived, euphoric mind Somewhere across my footed plains Sat a kid with an immature face He had a grin that spread for miles A happy world in a broken state Abandon all hope ye who enter here Rejection is looking for a viable host Embracing the idea that no one knows Turning away from a life of pain Subjective hurdles are still calling my name I wonder when our demons start The dangers of enlightenment There goes the vixen up ahead With her fiery red hair Her hypnotic smile took me down the road of good despair But I followed anyway, I said "Why the hell not?" I became proletariat of her bourgeois hand I gave her my heart and my piece of mind She said that I was worth her time But it doesn't matter when it's all in my head Especially when her words are my own lies All war is based on deception Chorus I saw the way you used to move beside me but now I'm gone I saw the way you used to smile like I used to when I was young I remembered how I took for granted the words that you used to say I looked back to what I remembered of the memories that turned out dead I remembered everything I remembered everything Yeah, go
3.
I'm the book and you're the reader, run your finger down my spine Turn the page so that you'll know that I'm not just some other guy Will you paint my own expressions? Will it satisfy your words? Analyze my piece and see how much a picture's really worth I've been looking for you lately, never mind you're never there Tried to write my untold story but your chapter never cared I want to tell you everything, I want to tell you about me I want you to be my enemy, I want to show my heart bleed I want to be your waste of space, I want to be the void behind your face I want to be the one to get in your way, I want you to be my heartbreak Feel the static on the paper, dialogue is always plain Share a quick glance of a smile then carry one with our days Can I make up my own answers when I'm telling you I'm fine? How was staring into nothing as I'm writing about life? Making up empty exchanges, ellipses waiting in your head Doleful sighs to what you're saying cause I never knew what they meant I hope you don't mind when I say Chorus I'm getting sick of all the artificial smiles and secondhand conversations And I'm making up the things in my mind so I can feel a new sensation And you're coming down cause I'm looking for you, I'm looking for you, I'm looking for you I'm coming down on a mood swing, and I'm feeling a bit crude And your page is blank it's staring at me I can see the pencil mark erasings And in your apathetic attitude I hope to god that you are faking Ah shit Fuck all of this Fuck all of this
4.
Ghost Town 06:06
I never really understood the roads we walked I never really understood the world we crawled They told us we were all the same They told us we would turn out great They told us we're the prodigies of our name Tell me what's right I know you're wrong Welcome to ghost town juvenoia The anxious millenial paranoia The lost digital age of hysteria We're the sons of daughters of the Jesus of Suburbia And we would always hear the system call And in the halls we would always move along We would ask about our hopes and dreams We would hope it wasn't make believe We would be the ones to succumb to apathy Tell me what's right I know you're wrong Chorus And all along, we would always write within the same songs We're finding ourselves falling into jaded youth Swimming through the smoke of marijuana and booze And we would identify with Kurt Cobain And sleep until twelve o'clock day after day, we sang Chorus We used to think about how we'd try To wander aimlessly in our lives And we would always wonder why We couldn't feel the fire in our eyes Tell me about the world we were told to cultivate Tell me about the lives we were always to make Tell me about the years we were always told were great Can you tell me about the Jesus of Suburbia? Can you tell me about the Jesus of Suburbia?
5.
There's a storm in my head In its rain, life was dead There was a voice calling with a pleasing tone It was dangerous to face him all alone Words are down There was nobody around What do I have to do with this? My happy casket loved me everyday It was soft, it was warm, oh sweet numbness heal me today Even though nothing was there All thoughts were painted in black My eyes are heavy once again Ears popped from sounds around me These artistic words amuse me Here I am Lost in the dark again What do I have to do with this? My happy casket loved me everyday It was soft, it was warm, oh sweet numbness heal me today Even though nothing was there Even though nothing was there What do I have to do with this? My happy casket loved me everyday It was soft, it was warm, oh sweet numbness I adore Even though nothing was there Even though nothing was there Oh melancholy
6.
At the 711 by the street, are there any dreams that you believe? I've been writing on the street signs all my doubt Do you feel the music in your bones? Cause all I know is the silence when I'm alone How are the street signs not bringing you down? And I wrote your sentiments, on the aging stone pavements With the timestamps of places that we walked And the stories that you told, you'll never look back to when you're old I still know these are places when we're gone I saw you, you* saw me, on the brick roads of main street Underneath the cold December night Cause I found, you found me, in my constant apathy Underneath the skylines and sound waves The spark in your eye is alive Are you sure that it's not a freaking lie? Cause my spark seemed to fizzle out years ago Do you feel the world turn around to you? Cause it feels like the people never move How the hell are you so fine on your own? Cause I saw your reflection with sparkle of your complexion In the water fountains that we saw And in the windows of the shops, I could see your image rot With the years of this town that we lost Chorus Oh I saw the cars drive a thousand miles again As the white girls were singing along to Vanessa Carlton And I wondered why when you talked about how you wanted to sing like them Yeah you turned to me and said you want to be young to the very end Young to the very end Young to the very end Young to the very end Oh lord Chorus (a couple more times)
7.
Making sense of all I know, I know I fell apart a long time ago And now I'm staring ahead to what I know Taking rides in your electric car I hope you're stepping hard and you're driving far I know you're easing up on the pedal But I felt alive TV screens and falling leaves, the played out movie scenes and their families They were passing by in the passenger seat But I'm flying fast I want to know where to go
8.
Old Friend 04:45
Old friend, tell me, are we gonna move to the west? Remember all the words that we used to say? Come on man tell me all the stories we made up in my basement Yeah we were making time and talking about life We said we were gonna burn down this town But we were only thirteen Come on man tell me all the things we believed Like how we'd make it far but right now I'll say oh Old friend, tell me, are we gonna move to the west? Remember all the words that we used to say? Old friend, tell me, are gonna regret a thing? Remember the words we said when we were thirteen? And all this time you'd think it'd pass us by And all this time you feel like life's a lie Oh you red headed freak, come on tell me what you believe I know for a fact it's not God Yeah you're telling me your answers, I'm asking you my questions We're writing sentiments in our heads, and I sang Chorus You said I don't know You said I don't know You said that there was nothing left for us to see So where will we go when we turn twenty three? We'll get in our cars and drive really far And we'll lose our heads knowing it wasn't really all that hard Oh we'll go everywhere, we'll go move to Seattle Cause we know for a fact that California's overrated But I don't care where we go at all As long as we get in our cars and drive really far Cause we're making up stories, we're making up excuses We're telling ourselves that everything's okay Cause we're so damn tired of talking to ourselves
9.
The nurse came down, she said she's coming in late Her kids are all grown up and her hair is turning gray She said she's moving away cause she can't deal with the pain In memories of SUVs and stick figure families The angsty teen was losing sight in the crossroads of his life And he's stuck between the little things in the town that he despised And he wants to know what he can do to avoid the street signs That line up on the cul-de-sac's that always come back And oh, he don't know That the streets of pain has got your name The empty houses are all the same The streets of pain, the streets of pain Across the boulevard tell me what do you see? Oh, we're coming back home To the only place we know Cause that's all we'll ever go Cause that's all we'll ever know For life And what're you gonna do when you're coming back and Chorus
10.
Look at all the countless faces swimming in the seas, they were Climbing at ladders to reach that dream they were told to believe And they told me that working hard, would get me really far But I don't know why I'm still looking for you When I turn up empty I'm still feeling blue I'm wasting away with you Going down the same old lines I made up in my life I repeated the maxims these people have always told me would turn out right But like Gatsby and Daisy the dream was debasing to me Chorus I'm chasing cars and driving far cause that's where they told me I needed to go I didn't know where I was heading but they told me to drive anyway And nothing ever seemed okay But I still did the things anyway Oh yeah I spent a thousand times alive

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This album is filled with angst, sarcasm, and the sweet, suburban blues. Common themes include wanting to get out of your hometown, loving your hometown, living in your hometown, basically all of it has to do with living in your hometown and the different aspects of growing up in one. We're basically every punk rock emo band ever.

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released January 16, 2018

Hector Belarmino- Guitar, Vocals
Andrew Kowalewski- Bass
Riley Young- Drums

Special thanks to our parents, Canvas, Grace Schwartz, Mr. Schoppert and everyone who bought the physical copy of our CD

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The Average Bel Air, Maryland

Indie/Punk band from Bel Air, MD/Philadelphia, PA that makes pretty cool music.

Hector Belarmino- Guitar, Vocals

Scott Nowaskey- Bass

Riley Young- Drums

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