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Hostage Heart
04:05
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Tallahassee
01:54
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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
03:31
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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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Get The Gun
02:31
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Baby Jesus died from an online quiz
Those algorithm activists made murders of kids
And Jerusalem’s been burning since the day I learned to count
I know science ain’t no savior and Jerusalem is just some city now
So I conjured up an earth where we were virgins to the words
Those that prey on our blank spaces and carve consciousness in turn
This car to the west and let the sunspots pierce the veil
Expose the brain as a stage evict the actors drop the props, the plots that they sell
Extraverted introverts convertibles don’t hold their worth
When the concept bends and starts to blur
It’s time to get the gun
Go get the extraverted introverts, convertibles don’t hold their worth
When the concept bends and starts to blur
It’s time to get the gun, go get the gun
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Nascar Noir Pensacola, Florida
Troubadour of Fuck All. Forgotten Coast. FKA Marona. Big Band & Solo Performer.
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