Biografia:
Annapolis, MD based Bumpin’ Uglies (also known as the Uglies) are deliberately carving out their own captivating niche in the rock/reggae scene. The Uglies come with a fresh new approach that smoothly incorporates reggae, ska and rock, coupled with honest, well-written lyrics that weave clever, real-to-life stories throughout their work. The mixture is unique, yet reminiscent of earlier reggae and ska bands with the talent and attitude to forge a DIY path to success, such as Sublime, The Mad Caddies and Reel Big Fish.
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I spent a dozen years, living in a bottle
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Drowning thoughts with whiskey flavored stones
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Terrified of my own humanity
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But the truth I've learned is that we're all alone
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You either die young and pass with your conviction
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Or you live long enough to become what you hate
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We all think that we're destined for greatness
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But the clock is more dependable than fate
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And now moderation is just my new addiction
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I'm keeping track as a way to pass the time
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Struggling with my mediocrity
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Cautionary tale where I'm the paradigm
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Now I'm trying to learn, to live inside the moment
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But anxiety somehow always prevails
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Lonely though I've given up on privacy
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A common state of mind, when everyone you meet's in sales
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You ain't born with strength, it's something you develop
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So I hold my head up high, the way men do in cowboy songs
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Uncertainty ways heavy on your shoulders
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Living the dream still occasionally feels wrong
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I said that living the dream still occasionally feels wrong
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I spent a dozen years, living in a bottle
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Drowning thoughts with whiskey flavored stones
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Terrified of my own humanity
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But the truth I've learned is that we're all alone
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You either die young and pass with your conviction
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Or you live long enough to become what you hate
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We all think that we're destined for greatness
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But the clock is more dependable than fate
Am F C C
Am F C C
Am F C
And now moderation is just my new addiction
Am F C
I'm keeping track as a way to pass the time
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Struggling with my mediocrity
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Cautionary tale where I'm the paradigm
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Now I'm trying to learn, to live inside the moment
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But anxiety somehow always prevails
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Lonely though I've given up on privacy
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A common state of mind, when everyone you meet's in sales
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You ain't born with strength, it's something you develop
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So I hold my head up high, the way men do in cowboy songs
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Uncertainty ways heavy on your shoulders
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Living the dream still occasionally feels wrong
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I said that living the dream still occasionally feels wrong
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