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Mr. Photogenic
01:30
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Mr. Photogenic 2003
Chubby cheeks, coconut mullet, that made me
Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, Airwalks for the breeze
We all grew out of fleece
10th grade jitters playing tongue in cheek
Banking practice shots cause it seemed like me
Reading empty air but it was something
And never learned to scream
Post-grad job what a different scene
Living in a cube, boring silent streak
They hate on now, wish for used to be
I should’ve learned to scream
Where I learned to be lonely
I learned to be lonely
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2. |
Basketball Can Heal
02:37
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Sound leaves the city
The sky once glowed
Real hearts keep aching from what we don’t know
But first we must remember before we can ascend
And not retrace the answers but reinvent the end
Block parties end raging
Truce barbecues reveal
The hearts in the city and basketball can heal
But first we must remember before we can ascend
And not retrace the answers but reinvent the end
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3. |
Anything Goes
03:30
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We were like bandits rolling out in the night looking for a little fun
Front Street was calling, bar bands were humming louder than the bus
Rockabilly swinging, church bells were ringing but we didn’t keep track of the time
Didn’t give attention till I got home and clock said 2:35
We fall into all our plans, nothing’s on a string
Pass by buskers on the corner singing everything
Cause anything goes tonight, we’re down for what it brings
And in the end we own the end cause nothing sticks or stings
But we don’t care what it takes, we just wanna break
The pressure and the weight of days and make em melt away
Strolling back down orange and we come across a piece
Of musty furniture, it rolls for a second then just breaks
Back to writing papers in the morning, it hurts to think
But seconds count for something when you’re trying to just breathe
But we don’t care what it takes, we just wanna break
The pressure and the weight of days and make em melt away
Cause anything goes tonight, we’re down for what it brings
Seconds count for something when you’re trying to just breathe
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4. |
Go Stay
03:11
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Each night out in Hollywood east is my last stand
I got out when I got over the drinking and azalea feast
All these bearded characters aren’t played by actors
They bring the local flavor and they scare each other
Frankie got in a fight when a dude slapped the street out by Barbary
Yates is committed, for a minute undecided
Where’s the future? Well there’s damn sure excitement
He may never see the end of it, there may never be another defining moment but we’ll make it
For a minute we spent every night courting Princess
Poetic kitchens, spilling beer in the basement and the rest of it
We’re gonna recognize this moment and leave everything out on the street out by scrappy knees
Lot of reasons to stay, lot of reasons to go
Come to call this my home
Lot of reasons to go, lot of reasons to stay
I’ll get out of the way
When Shaggy Beats went home to weigh his bets, Smoky G and I wrote the rest of it
We knew it’d be a hit, didn’t know it’d win back the kids
We played it for a packed room, the words were going straight through into the heart of a breakthrough
Something about those nights made us feel invincible, always remember incredible
Lot of reasons to stay, lot of reasons to go
Come to call this my home
Lot of reasons to go, lot of reasons to stay
I’ll get out of the way
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5. |
Yates
04:05
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Yates doesn’t puff but he still takes smoke breaks to get air and get out of the basement
He got into some trouble so they won’t let him fly
He’s such a sweet kid I don’t know why
He’s been tending bar at a scrappy new spot
Now books all the shows, call the shots
And everyone knows him and calls him by name
He’s got nowhere to go or to blame
But our late night town that’s dead at 5pm
Takes off at 12:30 then we start again
To another spot, too many to choose
When per capita’s rising we got things to do
Yates doesn’t party but he gets kinda sloppy when it’s time to sing his songs
No one there listens though he’s got things to say
If you listen real close he can play
Open mic heavy, the air’s feeling empty
Like plastic bags on trees
He passed me a beer, I said “nah cause I got things to do”
He said “I don’t but I’ll be seeing you”
In our late night down that’s dead at 5pm
Takes off at 12:30 then we start again
To another spot, too many to choose
When per capita’s rising we got things to do
I’ll see you
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6. |
Live Before I Die
02:18
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I was living out by midtown park when I remembered what I’d forgotten
Take the time to take your time or you’ll end up burnt out and rotten
It’s getting easier to see years get away
You can lift your head or watch the realness fade
We don’t fight with fists
Words stay outside our lips
I’ve got somewhere to be, I can’t forget
Never in the moment but we share all of them
Can see anything but the lens faces in
It’s been so exciting but it’s time to learn
How to take our time in a backlit world
We don’t fight with fists
Words stay outside our lips
I’ve got somewhere to be, I can’t forget
We don’t fight with fists
Words stay outside our lips
I’ve gotta take my time, I can’t forget
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8. |
What Happened(?)
01:53
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Now that civility’s gone, did purity go with it?
Well of course not, but we can’t see it
There’s light at the end of tunnel vision, it’s calling you in but you’ll never find the end
Unless you drop it
We won’t drop it
We can’t drop it
What Happened(?)
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9. |
Inbetween
04:52
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Didn’t know a thing
Two days before I turned 19
Drove off cause I couldn’t stop the screams
Went out to Buffalo’s
With a roll of doe
Walked out without hope instead and slept until I forgot death
Inbetween when there’s nothing to do or to see
I get lost in my own kind of grief
It’s a funny thing
If you’re gonna love with everything
Someday you’ll have to hurt the same
Hadn’t lived a thing
Man, times have recoiled and changed
Yet the good memories stay the same
Time will pass
Will the healing last?
Will I ever be able to breathe like I’m not carrying everything?
Inbetween when there’s nothing to do or to see
I get lost in my own kind of grief
It’s a funny thing
If you’re gonna love with everything
Someday you’ll have to hurt the same
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I don’t remember turning the lights on
I don’t remember locking the door
Had nothing to drink, no nothing ingested
My brain is just on its own
This is not ok
How do I live in circuit connectors?
Why do we never wonder aloud?
Walk aimlessly when I don’t have sleep cause I stare at information beams
This is not ok
Too used to seeing famous faces speak
Ordinary’s not ordinary
Live inside, try to revise
Didn’t learn to go outside
This is not ok
But I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
If I didn’t have a fruit hand
I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
If I didn’t have a fruit hand
I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
Fruit hand
I wouldn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have friends
Haven’t heard from Yates in a while
Guess he’s kinda tired, kinda over it
But I miss Betty and the dial
Even though we absorbed uncomfortability
She was always smarter, always quicker
Always challenging my time
I didn’t know better so I forgot her
We had the strangest goodbye
//
Walked out halfway through the reading
Went back downstairs to act like I was something
Our nervous news could have been awesome
But psychic distance was still a problem
The bubble didn’t burst, it disappeared
We kept Morton weird
You made lists, I made flyers
It was over
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