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Strawberry Lemonade
04:24
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In a dream drinking strawberry lemonade
Feeding quarters to a pinball game
Getting paid to look the other way
My foam finger slapped me right in the face
I bang my head on the plexiglass
Can’t remember where my house is at
And this Moms Against Drunk Driving ad
Keeps playing on a loop in the back of the cab
What a pitiful hill to climb
Every night of my evil fucking life
208 to the end of the line
Swear I’m really done this time
Said goodbye to my oldest friend
Could barely string together sentences then
A hundred bill folded into his hand
See you on the other side of the fence
I need headphones to fall asleep
I close my eyes and I pretend to be
In my little room on Rossbury
Stepdad reading “Treasure Island” to me
Pain is a way you can move through time
Visit people that are gone in your mind
And smooth over every wrinkle you find
The truth can’t hurt you if you know it’s a lie
I’ve had this thing that Joan said to me
Circling in my head the last few weeks
We were raised on dreams that keep
Turning our fingers green
Baby boomers last acid trip
Pushing up a casket lid
Just some jacaranda petals in a basket
Wrapped up in plastic
Everything is an accident
God’s truth is elastic
We sent a man to the moon and back again
Strapped into a trash can
There’s a consolation prize
In the corner of my mind
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2. |
Endangered Birds
03:57
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California’s beautiful
I bet some people don’t think so
I take a lap around the hotel
I take a picture of myself
You changed your hair, changed your name
Your accent people can’t quite place
Second marriage, couple of kids
You say it isn’t different but it is
I’m peaking through the bandages
To see if I can handle it
I hope I don’t remember this
I hope I don’t forget again
Endangered birds, the birthday girl
Wasting wishes on this world
Remember airplane bottles in our pockets
Pissing on my only options
Now you’re rubbing rosebuds in between your wrists
And I am an embarrassment
Shirt and tie, like pulling teeth
He’s everything I’ll never be
I’m peaking through the bandages
To see if I can handle it
I hope I don’t remember this
I hope I don’t forget again
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3. |
Rubberneckers
03:28
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Swan paddle boats, nail biting
Sky writing like paint drying
“I love you, Sarah, more than life
Will you be my wife?”
This city’s full of quitters
Lost lapsitters, contest winners
Where do you want this to go?
Fuck if I know
If you tell a lie for long enough
Then it becomes the truth
I am gonna be okay someday
With or without you
We’ve got rubberneckers, broken records
Why-don’t-you-get-back-togethers
Never run to catch a bus
There’ll be another one
I’m a self esteem vending machine
A doctor’s office magazine
A funhouse at the county fair
A staircase to nowhere
If you tell a lie for long enough
Then it becomes the truth
I am gonna be okay someday
With or without you
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Oil on canvas, cigar smoking mobster
A worried old dog with his nose in the crossword
Deep in the valley, awake on the couch
It hangs over my head all night creeping me out
I have to figure out how to get rid of this stuff
And I know that you used to like it so much
Even called it a classic and that still blows my mind
I don’t know why
I had my head on your lap on the roof of this house
Tipped back bottle of vodka connecting the clouds
Never worried about making anyone’s list
Do whatever you want cause God doesn’t exist
You chose the west side after the divorce
Your dad rented a bungalow on a golf course
And sometimes you wish you’d just randomly die
And I don’t know why
It sounds alright to me
I don’t know why
Used to squint at my palm and say “long life ahead of you”
Then spit in my hand and add “also a swimming pool”
Joked that you already knew you were next
In a long line of people who just never left this town
Rich people love to say they had it rough
I know I had a lot but it wasn’t enough
Do you think that makes me a bad guy?
I don’t know
I don’t know, am I?
I don’t know
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5. |
Age Difference
05:07
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On the dark side of my 30s, all my baggage at the Hyatt
High in the museum, trying to be quiet
Peanuts in the bleachers, rings surrounding Saturn
Cutting down a redwood, noticing a pattern
I like looking at the landscapes, women wearing big hats
That’s just a clusterfuck of shapes, what’s so pretty about that?
Hiding out in nice apartments, Catholic schoolgirl uniforms,
I think I was suicidal before you were even born
But I have a lot of time
You ask so many questions, I’m just making up the answers
“I’d Do Anything for Love” is a response to “Tiny Dancer”
Hummingbirds can beat their wings 50,000 times a minute
I am your biggest cheerleader, your smallest violinist
I am late to everything and my OCD is clinical
I’m sorry I cannot calm down, it’s a matter of principle
You think you should take care of me, that makes me want to let you
You put up with my tantrums, I’m the only one that gets you
But you have a lot of time
Home for the holidays, I guess it means a lot
It’s only been a year but I don’t wanna give it too much thought
You watch your family drink the kool-aid, powerless to stop them
First time as an adult that you wish you had been adopted
I think it’s time to go, curtain hook around your waist
Your face is buried in your hands and there’s nothing I can say
Do my impression of John Malkovich critiquing food in prison
At first it isn’t funny, then it is, and then it isn’t
But I have a lot of time
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6. |
Blank Check
04:32
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Beautiful losers, necessary evil
This is the church, this is the steamroller
Blackout curtains, light pollution
Blank checks and reluctant muses
The easy way’s impossible
You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do
Quitting moon dissolving in stages
Nothing you can do to change it
Adult babysitters taking out the garbage
Aging out still clinging to the party
Fear of heights, the shoulders of a giant
Playing bass
It’s hard to watch, it’s hard to look away from
Moving heaven and earth every few months
The easy way’s impossible
You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do
You don’t have to do anything
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7. |
Cherry
03:32
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Speeding down Pacific Coast Highway
Didn’t know you lost the cherry til it burned your leg
When you jerked the wheel, we almost died
I started laughing so hard I had to hold my side
You were like an older sibling to the scene
Turned everybody onto SST
Found out you were sick, it broke my heart
We talked til lights came on in Ozone park
Every connection is exactly alike
One is the moon and one is the tide
You said this notion that you might survive it’s just
A golden carrot sitting on the horizon
Something big is coming
I don’t know what it is yet
We shouldn’t kiss but you can hold my hand
A black river stretched across an aluminum can
Kept saying it was so embarrassing
They’re never gonna let you be alone again
I probably don’t deserve a second chance
I crossed the only line you drew in the sand
There’s no excuse for such an awful lie
Just thought you should know so you can get on with your life
Something big is coming
I don’t know what it is yet
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8. |
State Bird
02:50
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Are they siblings? Are they dating?
Is the game that we are playing
At the festival in Kentucky
You say “they are definitely fucking”
I’m a baby tall and softish
$40 in my pocket
When life gives you a lemon
Cut a hole and smoke some resin
I don’t think that this is working
There’s an eyelash on your left cheek
I wanna tell you but you’re yelling
It’s anticlimactic
Winning this argument
You’re a wrinkle in the paper
I am the New Jersey State Bird
A bandana on a broomstick
You can’t fire me cause I quit
I don’t think that this is working
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9. |
Teddy's Song
03:41
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Chasing a buzz, the end of the week
The meteor shower, Docweiler beach
The atmosphere burning them up when they enter
I know there were reasons but I can’t remember
“You talk all the time and somehow you say nothing
You’re everything wrong with this horrible country“
It’s the tunnel of love with you all summer long
Just kiss me and kill me if that’s what you want
Nothing is standing in your way anymore
Asleep with the radio next to the bed on the floor
Cause it sounds like my parents talking through the door
I was supposed to be writing again
But I keep getting lost at the end of my pen
I’m starting to feel like my friends barely know me
Greatest hits inside joke karaoke
Lean over the railing at the Roosevelt
Like nothing would happen to me if I fell
Nothing is standing in my way anymore
On the curb in the hills up behind your new house
Heat finally broke now the sun’s going down
The glare from the headlights of each passing car
Flickering in your eyes like candles in the dark
Soft blocked, it’s fine though, it had to be done
Got tired of trying to please everyone
You moved here so you could be closer to Ruby
You’re shedding your skin, turning over a new leaf
Nothing is standing in your way anymore
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10. |
Black Cat
02:47
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A black cat stretched out in the window yawning
Quiet sunny morning
I don’t know where to draw the line anymore
Please don’t be mad
Don’t be mad
Throwing roses in the door as it closes
That’s showbiz
Fishing pocket change out of a fountain
Takes confidence
I don’t have
What if I don’t want it anymore
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11. |
Creature Feature
03:50
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Creature feature
Smoking underneath the bleachers
Said he hooked up with a teacher
And ruined her life
We may be related
But he’s not my brother, I’ll just say it
It’s impossible for me to fake it
Or change my mind
You are a mystery to me
That is no mystery to me
I want to go away
St. Louis basement making trains race
Nice restaurant to eat food I hate
Really anywhere
Playing Nintendo
Floating paper lanterns past your window
I know that things have been slow
Hope they pick up soon
You are a mystery to me
There is no mystery to me
I’m sorry for always feeling the need to apologize
But I always feel like I’m a big inconvenience and hope I’m not right
Maybe I’m not right
I don’t know what things are gonna look like
Three burning crosses on a hillside
Or hands across the world
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12. |
OCDemon
02:30
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Good afternoon Chris
Do you mind if I call you that?
See, me and my partner here
Have just a few questions to ask
We are here today
On a official good person business
Regarding calls that we received
From an anonymous witness
So you’ve been right here all along
Underneath my nose
We have you surrounded
There’s nowhere to go
Ok ok I confess
I’m not a work in progress
All my thoughts are illegal
I’m not safe around people
I have always been evil
Counting the stairs
Two of them at a time
‘Cause if there’s not an even number
I’m gonna die
As an exercise
Just imagine you are your fear
Now make it small and small
And smaller until it disappears
Look at this splash of ink and tell me what you see
Me, feeding a lion under a palm tree
Why is everyone laughing,
I have no proof but it happened
I’m as bad as they come
Turn around and run
Don’t wanna hurt anyone
Ok ok I confess
I’m not a work in progress
All my thoughts are illegal
I’m not safe around people
I have always been evil
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13. |
Triple Axel
02:29
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There’s a breath on the window
A message that no one can see
Little theater of sorrow
Stacking up firewood underneath a trampoline
Infinity symbol
Lifting you into the sky
Twisting your ankle
Second opinions, trembling out on the ice
Taking walks around the neighborhood
Pressing leaves into the baby book
There’s a consolation prize
In the corner of my mind
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