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jackie's thinkin'
02:46
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When will you get to it?
What else could there be?
I got so bored and blue with
Their philosophy
Rude, ruthless, and without any use
You're bound around here to find a few
A lotta talk as you walk on by
A lotta stars as you scan the sky
I guess i should hop to it
Welcome to the show
It's such a chore when cruisin'
With no place else to go
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2. |
mundane mondays
03:06
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To waste all the water and flower flow
While wonderin' where all the greatness goes
Will melt down yr gold soundz with a slow drip
So walk with a strong sun and shoup it
Things seem to repeat on mundane mondays
Pay no mind to all the sugar snakes
'Cause they like to hiss right in yr face
You might find their swirl dance appealin'
But you won't when yr bitten and reelin'
Run, run, run
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3. |
tinder blue
01:48
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Walkin' to nowhere again
It feels right on this cold night again
The summer blues and wintergreen
Can't recall just who lent them to me
Bubbles inflate and the air escapes
And I'm right back to shoupin' on through my way
The sun is a-comin' I know
The orange peaks from the east and glows
I smile big and breathe a laugh
Head on home and with one look back
Throw a thumbs up to that ember view
And I'm right back to shoupin' on through my way
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4. |
ripped jeans
02:28
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Ripped jeans in the backyard
Plastic cups in hand
And those who think they're real slick spit their sarcastic quips with an air
As if they're above it
A cracked screen frames a photo
Circle up the stars
And those who think they're so sweet snap their repeats
'Til they reach a version that confirms them happy
They just gotta get their kicks
It's so cute that you think you can stop it
Shruggin' just to posture
Smirkin' in response
And those who think they're so deep use all these tricks and techniques
Just to hide their desire to feel complete
They just gotta get their kicks
And real soon they'll sure come to stop it
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5. |
fido didn't
02:24
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When you strolled through the store
I heard you ask him for
Help with buying heaven
Clean up on aisle seven
When I walked through the park
Yr dog gave me his drummed up bark
But it's cool, I minded
My own business, fido didn't
When we are lookin' at
Each other, what stares back?
Well, I know what I see
Ain't what you see... well, probably
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6. |
cute as a button
03:03
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Cute as a button
Pushin' all of mine
Runnin' the circle
Tracin' the line
Gridlock one comes to
And the realizations
When lipstick-singed wish lists
Are in the wastebin
Cute as a button
Pullin' teeth all night
Inflated creations
Deflated insight
Well, if conversation
Is a currency
It's starting to seem like
You're broke as all can be
Out late again, yeah
In for it now
As the easel ascends
And I reach for the clouds
Cute as a button
Isn't it somethin'?
Sugary substance
Stomached for nothin'
But now it's time for me
To wise up a little
To the chases and casings
Razors and riddles
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7. |
world's greatest dad
02:50
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Streetlights again
Streetlights again
He likes it when his kids make paintings from scratch
That say cliché stuff like "world's greatest dad"
Streetlights again
Streetlights again
At night I sometimes think of you when I'm alone
Nostalgia is nice, but sarcastic in tone
Streetlights again
Streetlights again
I'll breathe the air slowly and wave at the moon
Even if it ain't true, I'll say "see you soon"
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8. |
kt's scars
03:23
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I think kt's scarred up
From people who tarred up
And feathered her sweater
Puke-stained and naked on her bathroom floor
The smiles and secrets
That creep through the creases
To feed on the neon
That always glows when it's time to close yr eyes
Mixin' cinnamon within the jasmine swim
And jason is jacked up
On jitters that they cracked up
To taste the same as the airspace
Cotton candy blue on a sunshine afternoon
The pastries and perfumes
That hide in the place you
Hoard boxes of watches
That used to fit snug but now hug slightly limp
Mixin' cinnamon within
Ahhh, yr cute as sin
And amy is achin'
From the scrapes that had taken
Nicole to the tollbooth
To say goodbye without usin' her words
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naive gridlock
03:30
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Back to mull it over once again
So quick to resist what you've never been
It seems to be it ain't free or for sale
Taxed by an exacting slacker's ail
Hey, wait
Okay
Hello
Go away
Back to actin' the part once again
Making habits of the tactics to pretend
Short-term sweetness teasin' a sun-soaked spring
While wonderin' if there's even such a thing
'Cause I would like to think there is
Hey, where'd you go when the tight-lipped watchdogs left their post?
I thought I noticed you somewhat shrug and hit the road
'Cause I'd been hopin' for blue-streaked bows and sleep soft as snow
But now I know when it's Martha prose or just a pose
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We were in the crowd and hangin' out
When we turned around and heard him shout
"Wait, what do you mean?
Hey man, get yr hands off me."
So they threw him into the street
With an angry face and wobbly feet
He had nothing to accompany him but
Cracks in the pavement and his spiral patience
So he kept walkin' until he was right
Only to stay the same and fade in moonlight
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Shortman Sprout Los Angeles, California
Will the rock 'n' roll canon end?
Nah.
The spirit
always survives. As long as there's passion in the performances & in the pit, the spirit will survive. As long as it remains reverential, rather than referential. It's in yr honesty, yeah, yr honesty. Gaze upon the chimes of freedom. They're still flashin'. So to all the hot freaks, the jam kids, and the sons (and daughters) of no one: let's rock
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