1. |
Reaganomics
03:56
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deep gray canyon club walls
where my wings are at
a half grown boy on stage
singing out how to act
songs he carried up the carpet
from the basement
to reagan suppered parents
using lemon wedges as grins
but you’re a four-person body
you’re the lid
at the end of the tube of a million heads
the sound built this crowd
before it thought out
who was gonna make it be staying
when we’re talking
it’s all coming from behind me
a-z, one sided sadly
i’m sighing out the door
you’re a dream
spitting seeds out of your encore
deep gray throats
in coats on the stage
surrogate for this weird first date
and it would mean less if he said i propose
than you up there singing
cheese through your nose
and you’re cooking up phrases
you don’t know
they say the stage is a wall
but it looks like a stove
and you’re feeding me
i’m finally alone enough
to be alone out in public
cause when we’re talking
it’s all coming from behind me
a-z, one sided sadly
i’m sighing to the car
cause the words without beats
aren’t batting very far
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2. |
Summer of Star 67
02:48
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we settled on
having an event in the backyard
there are pictures of
when a piñata taught us not to think
but i’ll still be the one
coming of age in a gas station
running out of sizes of clothes
i’m not too big just done
living in stages
it always happens when the orange dyes the branches
i need a season of steady steady slipping up
red plaid shorts and a boyfriend up above
i never felt this way
since every coming of age
and again we settled on
what it looks like when nights get long
and how its true
i have an older brother
who didn’t mean to teach me everything
we settled on
that i’d be the one coming of age again
we settled on
that i’d be the one
living in stages
it always happens
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3. |
Grease 3
05:19
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born to be a bottle rocket
and die on a moon made of days that never happened
if earth is the perfect place
it must be perfect for everything but leaving it
tv show me how to get
down again
cause sometimes i feel the way
the doctors say it feels like to be on the moon
and sometimes i feel the way
the doctors say it feels like to be on the moon
why’d you have to choose new england?
well doc, i thought maybe the higher the better
was the year, i set myself on fire
because the earth it didn’t need
another biography from space
all they wanted was a candle so
everybody finds their cake
but sometimes i feel the way
the doctors say it feels like to be on the moon
and sometimes i feel the way
the doctors say it feels like to be on the moon
and sometimes i think about home like we’re supposed to
when you ask: why do you hate the south kat?
i think about you
but it’s just the way that it feels, to be on the moon
never gonna get down
from the days that never happened
and they pick me off the ground
cause everything just means so much
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4. |
Head Over the Hills
03:38
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put some sand down
when you leave
so they’ll all wanna walk on
the dying carpet between
let’s see too many beaches
to ever think that things could end that bad
but when i move to the rocky highs
keep your waves a little west of my mind
why are you dying?
on this beach that i think i’ll have to give away
wait, always waiting
waiting on tables of people who don’t want to leave
so this is halfway
between my first and last spring
and i put one leg in each
but it doesn’t fit, not anymore not yet
i try to sleep through
all your old alarms
but they woke me up and said
the west has won
they looked back and said
ain’t it pretty huh?
why are you dying?
on this beach that i think i’ll never get you out of my head
always got my head
over the hills, when all you wanted was to sit on it
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5. |
Raised Catholic
03:29
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too hot to think, on the softball team
or just too young to feel bad
for cheering such awful things
what if time changes what i mean?
well i meant it, for 21 years
who’s to think i can’t mean it again
whenever you need?
staring at screens
and pinching at the body parts i’d change
cause the first pill
makes you feel like everybody’s here
and the second
makes them all go away
maybe i’ll just cut my bangs
and i know i’m always joking around
and i talk to a lot of pronouns
but it's not just because
we all know names are cheesy
i just don’t have one that
i’m any good at, repeating
so maybe i’ll evaporate
maybe we’ll both evaporate
because i’d have a lot more time
if our faces
were just great lakes
they could rain back in line
i’d have a lot more mind left
you could move away and still be on it
or maybe i’ll just cut my bangs
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6. |
Tupperware Party
03:44
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in the future i bet this bar is only gonna serve, water
finally getting the attention it always deserved
in the future when they live inside
the recordings that we made
inside our top 40 complaints
outside of heaven that was written
and so easily written away
don’t forget about me waiter man
i need a bottle of attention to make it worth
having friends
but we always find the mirror more funny
what a bust of a tupperware party
when even my own past, is so flat
i wonder why no one believes that
i don’t wanna have, any kids
and your daughter
she is a cactus dancing to the cure
but you just had to have her
you had to put another little girl
inside this appetizer world
you had to put another little seed
in the tumbleweed
you can forget about me weatherman
i keep bottling my own attention
here on my dude ranch
but we always keep the sprinklers running
on the sidewalk instead of the front lawn
if even my own past, is so flat
i wonder why no one believes that
every place isn’t the same
in the future at the ocean
the horizon is lined up with internships
people’s butts left to right
and it’s alright
it’ll take a lot of money
to get that ocean inside
you can forget about me ocean man
i keep bottling my own attention
here on my dude ranch
but we always find the mirror more funny
it’s been a bust of a tupperware party
when even my own past, is so flat
i wonder why no one believes that
i don’t wanna have, any kids
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7. |
New Notifications
04:04
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fade like the wind blows at the poles
the space between the leaves
at the open and the close
thrown like, my gut before you go
back paddling brain
on the street, backseat
it’s breaking like my throat in the cold
my moves when i was younger
when that was a week ago
and maybe it’s a joke
this time of the year
when there’s nothing to expect, there is just reflected red
so what do you mean, dictionary?
we laughed a lot here
we laughed a lot in this spot
and now it’s on a different plane
but it floats in a memory
we left a lot here
we left a lot when we stopped
so what do you mean, dictionary?
this wasn’t as fun as you said it would be
but maybe if he just looked up
he might see me
he might see me, in the reflected red
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