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Post Grad
03:17
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Sticking to the script I used to know
Making plans and standing up to go
All my old tricks slip into place as we carry on
It's a three piece suit made of stone and it weighs a ton
Take it off for me won't you
Meanwhile
I keep getting older
Go uphill
Pushing my boulder
To fall down
Back to the bottom
And up once more
Can you keep up
answering their questions from the well
bottomless, a crater I can tell
are you eating enough to get through all these colder days
has your shirt been washed since the last time you came this way
take it off for me wont you
Meanwhile
I keep getting older
Go uphill
Pushing my boulder
To fall down
Back to the bottom
And up once more
Meanwhile
I keep getting older
Go uphill
Pushing my boulder
To fall down
Back to the bottom
And up once more
Can you keep up
Brooklyn can't stop dancing
To all these angsty piles of noises
I don't feel a damn thing at all
So fill me up with poison
Find your own damn socks
I've got a boulder to push
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2. |
Dizzy
03:44
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Dizzy's dancing to the end of days
While I'm sucking on my thumb
Retro in a retroactive way
How could I have been so dumb
Look at the time
Nice not to meet you
Hello
Goodbye
Nice not to meet you
Dizzy pours another drink for me
I guess I can have one more
Between my straw and Dizzy's two front teeth
I'm already on the floor
Look at the time
Nice not to meet you
Hello
Goodbye
Nice not to meet you
Dizzy wants to smoke a cigarette
Can’t I come distract the wind
So I watch her teeth and start to sweat
All this smoke is dizzying
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3. |
July 4
03:12
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In the backroom
With a house key
Call it romance
Call it routine
Mind your business
Mind your manners
Man im tired
And I want her
Her to want me
It’s a problem
It’s a mystery
Now it’s history
Her apartment
Is an ice cube
And her body
Is a world view
Call it shallow
Call it corny
Told you so
Is ringing like a dial tone
And Uncle Sam is getting old
Getting ready to explode
I feel it in my bones
On the way home
Conversations
Stimulated
Concetration
It’s a long walk
But it feels good
To be moving
At my own pace
To be talking
In my own space
I’m not crazy
I’m just like this
Told you so
Is ringing like a dial tone
And Uncle Sam is getting old
Getting ready to explode
I feel it in my bones
Uncle sam
Didn’t wanna come clean
Now he’s making a scene alright
Lost his head
And a couple of friends
Guess it’s one of those kinds of nights
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Indie Rock | Brooklyn
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