Split 7" Nona​/​Peeple Watchin'

by Nona/Peeple Watchin'

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released May 1, 2012



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Track Name: Nona - Candy Bar Overlord
I got paid to read a book, paid to sit around and look at people walking by. I can never see their eyes look back. I'd rather look back than ahead, rather remember than forget the days behind me. When did everyone stop listening? We fade and we drift away. Things won't ever stay the same for long they say. Sleeping way too late and when we get the chance to dream we dream of falling for it all again.
Candy bar overlord
Candy bar overlord
Candy bar overlord
Lets be reminded of the days when the sky was bluer. Even though our minds have aged, our eyes have not stopped staring at the sun.
Track Name: Nona - No We Haven't
My fists are white your eyes are blacker than your soul. Where your heart should be all I can see is a dark and empty hole. Your memories are fleeting and you're starting to feel sore. You just can't take the beating, well I can't take this emptiness anymore. You can't find the words to sing the songs that you have written, you thought you knew them all along. I hope that no more time is wasted on you. You can't find the words to sing your songs. You'd thought you'd make it out alive but you were wrong. Now you're stuck inside your vacant mind forever, stuck inside your vacant mind. You'll never find your way out no matter which way you turn. You can scream so loud but your voice will go unheard.
Track Name: Nona - Yep, A Yard Sale
You left it there, you left it in the middle of the parking lot. It just sat there, it just sat there without direction. You left it there, you left it near the curb but it blocked a parking spot. And you don't care, you don't care about it. Do you care about anything?
Track Name: Peeple Watchin' - I'm Still Here, Asshole
I wanna scream "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, your words don't hurt me" but they do. I wanna say I'm tough as nails, I can handle it, but that's not true. 'Cause your masculinity eliminates me every day. 'Cause your masculinity intimidates me every day. Call me a faggot one more time and I'll fucking stab you and all your shitty friends say that it's just a word and I should lighten up, but if you spent one second in my shoes you'd keep your fucking mouth shut. I wanna walk all over town dressed the way I feel, but constant threats from violent men remind me of what's real. You make me invisible. You make us invisible.
Track Name: Peeple Watchin' - Closet
You got a closet, you call it a room. There's a window on the gutter and you call it a view. It's been a few months since the sun came through, that endless gray it just looks down on you. The neighbors don't think much of you with your bad posture and dumb tattoos. Had a job but it didn't last long, had a partner and they're long gone. The sky could break any second on the way to work ya can't bear to be soaked through talking to those jerks. At the end of the day you're lyin' awake...did the good intentions outweigh the mistakes? Your friends are nowhere to be found. How will you ever make your family proud. You're a fucked up queer hiding underground, you've been fucked with, beat up, and passed around. When you've been living in the margins for so fucking long that it's the only place you're ever gonna belong...when you're convinced you're worthless, mustve been born wrong, and no one could love such a sorry one...when it's too late to call and the liquor store's closed....flashing back to abuses that nobody knows....feeling ashamed of the life that you "chose"....pull the gun from your head 'cause it's not time to go.
Track Name: Peeple Watchin' - Rainbow Water
Drinkin' dinner from a can, passed out in my boots again, another night spend doing nothing much of anything. Can't cast the grief aside, earn my keep or stay inside. Bones are freezing and days are leaving but barely worth goodbyes. Passing puddles on the sidewalk reflecting glimpses of the old haunts, filthy rainbow water daydreams, the long-gone punk house up on ridgemont. Lots bought up left squandered, vacant. Young punks carry smallpox blankets. Refuges for lonely vagrants flipped for million dollar pavement. And as we turn this place into stripmalls for the rich, we'll blame everything but the stripmining lifestyles that we live. 'Cause rad bookstores and vegan food raise the property values. Can't deny we gentrify but what else is there to do? And it goes on and on and on, we fuck it up and move along. Seeking solace in these songs, scream sanctuary from our wrongs. Is it the suits that we despise or our own image in their eyes? Return a glimpse of our decay. We fuck it up and flip the blame... and it goes on and on and on we sing these songs and move along.......