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mise en scene
02:25
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Mise en scene my daytime waltz / caffiene and mid-sized parking lots
To do not many cons, a scholarship to exist how did I earn
The liquor in this glass / the complaints of another upper class
Boy with an acoustic guitar / I hope I do not waste your time / while I waste mine
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open mic filibuster
03:57
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It’s an Open Mic Filibuster, It’s an Open Mic Filibuster, It’s an Open Mic Filibuster
It’s an Open Mic
Ryan needs to take this empty bottle from my hand
I swear if this teenage band at the open mic plays one more song I’m gonna learn what it’s like in prison
I had to go outside and de-escalate yeah yet another song where I pay my dues out on the fringe it’s gone like this so many times that I think that I’m starting to like it this way
Out on the fringe
But we don’t need that sorry stage or your filibuster covers
One way or another we’ll go better places before this summer ends
With a drummer by the fall and if some new friends sing along
Maybe the hard work won’t seem so hard anymore
But tonight I couldn’t kill my urge to fish for compliments from strangers
With six baited strings I returned on scene check my name on the list and tried to find some patience, but it’s so hard to find
When up at the front this old beast he keeps pandering to some nymph saying honey baby you’re so pretty please play me one more of those underage serenades
I’m never gonna get to play
But we don’t need that sorry stage or your filibuster covers
One way or another we’ll go better places before this summer ends
With a drummer by the fall / And if some new friends sing along
Maybe the hard work won’t seem so hard anymore
It’s an Open Mic Filibuster
It’s an Open Mic Filibuster
It’s an Open Mic Filibuster
It’s an Open Mic ------------
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gluten-free bread riot
02:59
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Monday night in Paris for the very first time / one million lights, a new city’s high
drunk off bottles of cheap wine / underneath some landmark where bliss was sposed’ to be
But when the rain clouds started to gather I said maybe we should peace out
And then you kinda flipped out at me / yeah you really lost your cool whatever cool it was you had to begin with
You call me hopeless you call me cynic you say I’m depressed and pessimistic
And I can’t deny that some of that is true / but you’re this backwards optimist the glass is only half-full because of all the broken kids / you keep in the cupboard to help outline the difference
So I’ll hightail it over the third rail and take the metro home / to a hostile hostel dorm /
The streetlights as my porn / in true Parisian form
You call me hopeless you call me cynic you say I’m depressed and pessimistic
And I guess that some of that is true / but you’re this backwards optimist the glass is only half-full because of all the broken kids / you keep in the cupboard to help outline the difference
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resumes & erasers
04:08
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tallahassee
02:33
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I've been counting down the days with sticky notes and a sharpie
I make some coffee, hit the couch, watch the daylight bleeding out
Then check the weather on my phone
I hope tomorrow brings the rain
I'll stay indoors, I'll be so bored, lost in daydreams of the backporch
Where the beers we shared could not wash me away
I was a head hung over from hometown angst
And I moved two-hundred miles east when I thought a change of scene would patch these holes in my heart
But I was naive, I was dumb, I told my friends they weren't enough
And now the trunk of my car won't close
It's a walk across campus at eight AM
Bet the professor drank too many last night
He will be late again
I never thought that vodka and vice
Would lead to easy A's
I could have slept my whole semester away
And I moved two-hundred miles east when I thought a change of scene would patch these holes in my heart
But I was naive, I was dumb, I told my friends they weren't enough
And now the trunk of my car won't close
And now the trunk of my car won't close
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red tape
03:14
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I had a dream we were seventeen
Ripping up the road in my very first car
Arcade fire on and brand name drinks in our hands
Back then the girls they dreamed of crockpots
And the boys dreamed of the bay
We dove deep to prove the point
So deep the point walked away
It left in a voice of hurt, a wave of pain
I turned the radio off, drove home in shame
Truth is red tape, and blood stains on curtains
Truth is red tape, the one thing worth burning
You heard my stomach growl from the passenger seat
And asked me if we need to stop and grab a bite
From some sharecropper’s boss’ franchise monger
They cash-cowed every road where I learned to ride my bike
Maybe one day someone will get me when I say
We don’t need no Chipotle in this damn town
What you make is your own
But your own’s not yours to keep
What you choose may be your choice
Are those choices really free
Truth is red tape and blood stains on curtains
Truth is red tape, the money your earning
Truth is red tape, that one way she’s hurting
Truth is red tape
the one thing worth burning down
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Pt. 1
Learning to play bass with a church band in the south / I played one too many notes / got a note that I need to settle down
Well youth group isn’t fun once you don’t believe in god / but god that heat index the sweat on my chest made hell sound so much
Losing half my friends and starting over / comes with new problems like finding closure
I’ve been playing bass with al and I’ve been carving out a niche / taking lots of notes of Foucault look both ways before I speak
Don’t mean to brag / no happiness is not my kind / I’m still so so so bitter and my liver keeps asking for a raise
Losing half my friends and starting over / comes with new problems like finding closure
Pt. 2
A phone call my birthday month / you can check the box there’s air in these lungs still /
So sweet to bother / occasionally
We subscribed like daily until college shaved its sense into our skulls / no god or old-times’ sake could’ve forced or faked this final reunion show / El Paso’s parking lot, excommunicated before the chips and dip even show up / to a table top walk through some book of revelations well here’s my reservation / I think your world could use
I don’t need your support
I’ll die on my back porch
and one more controlled burn
Will send me toward somewhere I’d rather belong
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8. |
tarragona street
03:03
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I’m in the Tarragona intersection moving amplifiers / somewhere Sysyphis is still pushing those boulders around / I’ve never ever seen a flame worth taking from a god in the darkness south of Garden yuppies making their sounds
They’re saying next time we’ll make sure that you get some money
Saying nice job great set thank you buddy
Better luck the grass gets greener, well no duh it does
If you have the money for the green grass it does
I’m in the Tarragona intersection moving amplifiers / somewhere Sysyphis is still pushing those boulders around / one amp two amp three amp four amp / First City, what’s that supposed to mean to me? / Is it 1492? Is it 1516? Is there a time machine I should know about? This is about me and its about you having to live in the darkness south of Garden yuppies making their sounds
next time we’ll make sure that you get some money
Saying FREE BEER, nice but I need protein and veggies
Better luck the grass gets greener, well no duh it does
If you have the money for the green grass it does
Out in the Tarragona intersection moving amplifiers / somewhere Sysyphis is still pushing those boulders around / I’ve never ever seen a flame worth taking from a god in the darkness south of Garden yuppies making their sounds
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kumbaya power chord
03:50
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God damn I wanna buy a big can at the gas station and walk down the street
And if a cop wants to stop and ID me I would gladly agree
I just wanna soak up a Sunday sunset waterfront, Getting numb and drunk for cheap
Pedaling fast past every ritzy bar
Selling over-priced PBR, cause blue ribbon was not invented to make anybody rich
No, blue ribbon was not invented to line anybody’s pockets, woah, woah, oh oh, oh oh
God damn something lately about this town’s got me itching to peace, OUT!
Keep accidentally picking fights with dumb shits in some punk scenes
Who say that we should all be singing kumbaya around firepit just cause we play guitar
Its hard to quit fightin when you feel drunk and lost, in the counter-culture shopping mall
But punk music was not invented to make anybody rich
No punk music was not invented to get my ass press coverage, woah, woah, oh oh, oh oh
I don’t want to be a chump who’s always out but never having fun
we’re never having fun
woah, woah, oh oh, oh oh, we’re never having
Fun out in the courtyard contemplating BAC
And no offense but I’ve seen all y’all like fifty times this week
And I’ve got notebooks in a small place I rearranged my whole life for
Not to party every night and empty out my fucking wallet
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receipt tape
05:07
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The parking tickets keep adding up
Pressure to pay for every inch I touch
For shots at love or my degree
To conjugate what I’d rather see
Outside my window when I wake
What I’d rather be besides a billboard with a face
It’s all receipt tape
Back to the wall while the first band plays
Misheard the words as raise the roof but not the stakes
Am I technically dumb? I guess they’re technically tight
So I check my tongue, check my friends, protect the tribe
Sometimes it feels like this culture war’s a fake
Just a different set of sheep dogs smirking
Swear I heard one of them say
It’s all receipt tape
It’s all receipt tape
It’s all, it’s all, It’s all
Try to talk is talk a competition? If so well why does it feel like we’re always playing defense?
Try to talk but talk is just a weapon, just a scrambling of fighter jets, what a bogey of a mindset /
To wanna live where the markets not running a scam holding the hands of folks who get to be nothing more than just three or four concert ticket stubs hiding out inside of a long long trenchcoat / So I wanna live where the market’s not
But that’s what you get for watching TV out of order / a lifetime of the canon at your border
The parking tickets keep adding up
Pressure to pay for every inch I touch
For shots at love or my degree
To conjugate what I’d rather see / outside my window when I wake / what I’d rather be besides a piece of receipt tape / it’s all receipt tape
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11. |
beanie song
03:12
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My beanie is my best friend / it makes me feel human / when I step out of the shower / when I wake up in the morning
I wish my hair would dry faster / so I can put my best friend on / so I can wear my best friend
I think I bought it in the winter / but still wear it in the summer / it’s so essential to my routine /
I think it gives me secret powers / and I paid only fifteen dollars / at the Kevin Devine concert
Amanda’s talking about my best friend / she thinks you make me look like Elliott Smith / and there’s a lot of implications that come with looking just like Elliott Smith
But I won’t hunger for that hard stuff / and tell you if I’m suicidal / cause if I start to act like Elliott Smith / they’re gonna take away my best friend
They’ll take away my best friend (my best friend)
My beanie is my best friend / cause I don’t have a best friend / unless it is a girlfriend / that’s why my beanie is my best friend
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