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Arts & Lit
03:12
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Let's take it outside I'm tired of holding up my fists
I lied, I'm tired of holding up in rooms designed for throwing fits
And let me say this, I'd sooner celebrate the hands of time
Than let em linger latent on a pitch
You could throw a left hook or you could find the right book
And you can catch me reading vibes as I'm casting out for looks
The Savior pushing 30 was in such a sticky sitch
As the devil does him dirty in a ditch!
Entertain the brain or else you're bound to go insane
you'll wind up naked in the mausoleum floppin' like a fish
I'm tryin' but who's buying you call it arts and lit but are you lightin' any fires?
There's no tellin' what they're sellin'
Another tender babe to purchase worth it's weight in labor
Pull the curtain center stage there's a lion in a cage
and an acrobatic actor looking youthful at her age
After asking for the truth you find her lying on a chaise
before the aforementioned lion in his booth
Cue in the shy librarian who's counting out by names
Do we decimate the system that was written on the page?
I'm tryin' but who's buyin' you call it arts and lit but are you lightin' any fires?
There's no tellin', what they're sellin'
Another tender babe to purchase worth it's weight in labor
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Bless Me
03:18
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Riding up the faders it's all talking to be heard
Hiding in the neighbor's bushes squawking like a bird
Broken for the weekend I feel nervous as they pass
Woken by a beacon but they said it wouldn't last
Let it go, I've got service on this archipelago
Rotting on the pavement reading writing on the wall
Pain's a rite of passage I'm not following at all
Call the cops I've been living on an unsequestered lot
Never was a fighter, but I'm fucked up in the mud
Just for fun baby I'm firing my -
Miss me with this bless me I'll be living on a prayer
Dress me up and kiss me I've got product in my hair
I digress you should wear a weighted copper suckin' vest
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Golden Sedan
03:23
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Golden sedan
Vibes bad, cleats coming off
Shore up a grin
Word is I'll have it by the fall
Prairie by 10
Force fed those diamond walls
Sing from the back
Get back, to where I once belonged
Shouldering the blame as we pull away
Sit up and wait for the lowdown
Keep an eye on tones inbound
Bending all around me
Half a year away from the scenery
Half an hour more in this downpour
I know I've heard this song before
Golden sedan or tan? I can't recall
Where have I been?
Routing a never ending tag along
Peek in the back
I'm not there at all
Making more mistakes than the prior day
How can I abandon my hometown
Would help if I could land a ride
Somebody can take me (do we need me?)
Someone here can take me (do we need me?)
Maybe you could drive me because you need me
Ah this again
On edge, off ramp or not
Tunnel vision
Fine then, I'm getting caught
You can't hide nothing
One, man, who would've thought
Golden sedan
Half tank, but that's all I got
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Eyes following a sign
It's got me turned around, but it's saying that I'm fine
So I'm floatin' on a boat
Never better as it stands
Could I be a better man? Am I running up that hill?
That depends, take a breath and count to ten
Turning thirty let em know
Paying homage on the phone
itchy tiger wearing clothes
I was following the sound
It's playing in my head, but it's telling me I'm fine
So I'm filling up my chest
All these dudes are such a mess
Rollin' polleys up a dress.
I'll be singing Eh, Cumpari! in the van
Wait a sec I'll pull around
Waving wishes in the cold
Paying penance up a pole
Phil aint coming out his hole
(Give it! Got It! Give It! Got it!)
Meet me on the hill, Caterpillar pilled
Inching up the slope, imperial dope
Catch me if I fall, hold me if I cry
Chrysalis to flying but I'm not even trying
Eyes following a sign
It's got me turned around, but it's saying that I'm fine
So I'm floatin' on a boat
Never better as it stands
Could I be a better man? Am I running up that hill?
Caterpillar pilled. Wrong another time
Write another song. Filling up my lungs
This is not a drill. This is not a wrench
This is not my home. Let it go!
Poppa Piccolino, all the señorinas
Pat the little children, counting up the lyra
Play a concertina for all the señorinas
Pat the little children and counting up the lyra
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Blue Goose
03:25
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The flower couch, the blue goose
Jeni scribbles on new paint
She's long gone, but I can see where she left her name
Chelsea's pushing, she needs my room
The last thing I want is eyes my way
She's long gone, and I'll be dying here one day
Tied in Tyvek, lost in time
There was never a way to
Break the cycle? I can't find one
Autopilot oughta fly
Break the cycle? I've been trying
I buy logos, the right moose
Mom tries drugs for the first time.
She's long gone so what I want here, I got it.
Scribble the blinds, trace the lines
She left distant and knotted
Pick up the phone, and call who?
Break the cycle? I can't find one
Autopilot oughta fly
Break the cycle? I've been trying
I've been trying, oh my god
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6. |
Mating Call
03:31
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I'm placing a mating call
Amazing! This meal was overthought
Adjacent to the bathroom stall
I'm lucking out
I'm leaving, I can't go on believing
The lines I drew were crossed
And even with these odds I lost
It powers on, but the signal's gone
I'm reaching for the banister
The ceiling - this molding's overwrought
I'm healing, or so I thought
I'm holding on and I know I'm wrong
I'm holding on, but I lose my grip
I'm holding on and I know I'm wrong
I'm holding on and I know I'm wrong
I'm doin' a belly flop
I'm ruined, just a little off the top
A shoo-in for Jackie Chan
I'm back again and I'm backing down
I'm backing out and I'm sitting down
I'm sitting out and I'm lying down
It powers on, but the signal's gone
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Packrat
03:15
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I’ve been hoarding again, this is where I sit now
Spot me spinning out as I shout “It could be your size”
With an eager mind, and an eagle eye
Still haven’t eaten
Hellbent on forcing it in two separate containers
“Is it full or not?” is a thought that I’m burdened by
Shoulda stayed inside, do you realize I haven’t even tried?
All this wondering when, I’m spaced out thinking of it
I’ve been cleaning again, swept up in the corner
Sink into the drain, unexplained spinning out for days
Big sigh, reading replies. Ask me in the morning
Was I ever well? I can’t tell cause I’m sleeping in
All this wondering when, I’ve been worse for it
I’ll survive off of anything before I live in the moment
Again play it again, I’m rehearsing it
I’ll survive off of anything before I live in the moment
I’ve been hoarding again, this is where I sit now
All this wondering when, I’ve been worse for it
I’ll survive off of anything before I live in the moment
Again say it again, make me work for it
I’ll survive off of anything
Before I live with a moment, I’d watch it unfolding
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8. |
Big Box Brand
02:58
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I travel above this gravel that I love
With the glovebox clear
I'm burning a tank
Spun out, breaking the bank
And I've been nowhere
I'm the only one complaining that I need a ticket out
I'm missing the slang, tripped up by little things
That could help blend in
I'm looking too long, a clique is coming on
Better hope I'm in
Cause I'm the only one remaining with a need to figure out
What I just got me in
I'm right out of frame
I'm a big box brand, but I swear I taste the same
I feel no shame
There's no need, It's reaching out for me
I'm tailing the bus
Half pissed, covered in dust and losing my grip
I'm looking at eyes, these stares and stifled cries
Better not chime in
Cause for a minute I've been saying
Yeah, I thought I spelled it out that I could use a hand
I'm right out of frame
I'm a big box brand but I swear I taste the same
I feel no shame
There's no need, It's reaching out for me
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Subtext
03:45
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Better leave it alone if I don't know why
I can't perceive it
Now I'm looking around or at the ground
I'm not disinterested
If there's a cat in your mouth let me get him out
He's such a nuisance
We might be new to the sounds when you let em out
We're getting used to it too
Open up your jaw. Show me your desire
Open up your jaw. Breath into the longing
Say I want you to say I want you to say I want
If there's subtext in your tone, send it to the bus
And I'll receive it
How do you feel when you're alone?
Get into the zone cause I could be there too
I wanna know what you need, tell me with your tongue
So I can hear it
Don't just look at me weird. I can't read the room
Can you please say it?
Open up your jaw. Show me your desire
Open up your jaw. Breath into the longing
Say I want you to say I want you to say I want
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Grocer Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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meticulously crafted, deeply resonant, and overflowing with earworms. you can't listen just once tbh it's almost annoying
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I Can't Help It
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*can't link to their new single* but ellen's one of those songwriters who kicks lyrical and musical butt in equal measure tbh it's almost annoying
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these guys must exclusively wear 4xl big dog tees cuz otherwise i don't see how they could fit so many tricks up their sleeves tbh it's almost annoying
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