setlist for the show tomorrow.

1.Instrumental song

2.long titles are for hipster fucks
Lyrics:
its like creaking unplugged ferris wheels
to climb like autumn memories at night,
and get wasted, toss miracles off the side

and its like hearing
"get with the program"
"get your grades up";
failed expectations mean the same to me
(not one of them means anything, unless its mine i've failed)
so lets smoke up, and remember the intensity
of flashing lights, and friends, and tears, and booze
and how the memories were enough to keep us here

and its like spending the night at a friends; the word is disconcerting,
like "moms gone, and dads fucked up again"
or like holding hands in the backseat and looking for a star
or memories of wilted flowers, driving down arlington avenue

and its like saying "lets go to the beach" in winter,
casting empty glass into the sea
and hearing waves crash on the sand in waves,
because waves crash on the sand in waves.

and its like all the friends i've fucked up,
and its like all the times i've fucked up
and while i'm tired of writing love songs,
its still like typing "i miss you"
but never pressing send
but never pressing send

and its like walking home at night
maybe kinsella can keep me company;
i'm late, i'm tired, and i'm dying inside,
and i can't remember what it it felt to be alive,
and, oh my god, the music won't stop,
and neither will those headlights

3. The One Wherein There’s A Big Twist pt. 2
Lyrics: too lazy to post. NVM.

4.Jake’s Spoken Word

I spend my time nowadays contemplating the happenings of this past year.
My old love/loss, and my new. I don't know who I am, and I'm lost, and I'm angry.
Constantly evolving and changing, is just tiring to say the least.
I've talked of change for the better, but nothing ever happens. That's Me I guess.
I can't keep a heart. I barely know what it is.But still, I lay awake at night, beating myself up over insignificant things, that slowly, build up.
I beat myself up over your heart.
And her heart.
And everyone else.
I want to help, but nothing ever changes
That's just me I guess.
But noW
I am so afraid
I am terrified
Don't leave me alone
Im no one without my friends
Please don't leave me alone

5. My Spoken Word
Lyrics:
remember when you were a kid, and someone told you that rain was god crying, and now you're all grown up and god isn't real and now rain is just you crying, and its just blurring up my windshield, and then its her crying, and its her asking me if i could still see the rave lights and feel the hurricanes and hear the kids playing tag outside of little trinket shops on a city island street that nobody knows the name for (and even if they did, they could never pronounce it), and then i realized that she wasn't here anymore (its just the road and you and i) and then i saw it in the headlights on the sidewalk (a little silhouette with earphones in and too stoned to notice me or care if he did) but we were too drunk and we were too tired and we just couldn't bring ourselves to care anymore than when we slid on the ice on Lane and probably took out that woman with her son in the backseat, going a little too fast? because i do.

6. Spoken Word/Screaming Monologue
Monologue:
i don't believe that there is anything beyond this. i believe in nothing but humankind and our ability to adapt and change for the better. i believe in the love that i hold for other people. i believe in three hours spent sitting on a park-bench or up in a playground. i believe in sitting in a friend's car, driving the speed-limit because that is who we are. i believe in staying up all night and talking about meaningless things, and solving the world's problems while we do. i believe in coffee, in tea, in the rocky horror picture show, and in bad poetry that still can make me cry. and because of that, i am no longer afraid of dying. because i have experienced such a fucking wonderful life. i could ask for nothing more.

i fucking love my friends.

7. 10.12.1994
Lyrics:
October 12, 1994
i think i like the feeling of rain more than rain;
its the atmosphere that makes it real
and its the ambiance, and the leaves it brings;
life is made from leaves on trees that fall on streets in towns i grew up in.

and its my stupid fuckups,
and its my songs, my poems, my sketches,
its the things i make that make me alive
or maybe, its me that makes the things i make alive.

either way, they keep me up at night.

but most of all,
its my friends who keep me going,
its them who make
"im upset, man"
more than stupid words

and its me,
and its you,
and its them
and its everything in-between
but most of all,
its you.

so thank you, friend,
for being there,
and thank you, friend,
for being just that.
thank you for being.
i love you.