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ponce de leon
00:31
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spent seven or so hours
searching for a reason
trying to find some
deeper meaning, well
at the bottom of a mountain
a wise old man told me
that ponce de leon
found it in Fifteen Thirteen
so i walked through the tourist
trap that is st augustine
and drank from the fountain of youth
and guess what?
it said "do not drink"
i got really sick
that old looking guy
was just full of shit
and now i'm trapped in
a jacksonville hospital
and i don't have insurance
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2. |
david brooks in paradise
02:19
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i dug my first grave in new london
bought two bullets for each half of my heart
as something uncut to down when we've
for the last time fallen apart
and all the lifers now assemble
a quorum to deconstruct my death
if you choreograph this car crash
i'll stumble my way home with every step
but I've seen this routine, artistic guillotine
splitting what is from what ought to be
like holly bobo tied up with her head in a cup
rattling just war philosophies
the chorus singin' swing low sweet privilege
the new aesthetic
as if giving a shit were political intrigue
the revolution will not be ivy league
leagues under a sea of backdrops risers and trophy kids
not until the reaping when your bracket is rebranded and the newest fashion's landed
yeah songs of rebirth and preferential justice seemed more of a prank
you're the salt of the Earth but at 4 AM
you're the sugar in daddy's gas
tanking down the parkway on the wrong side of the road
dragging a dossier of learned bar raising suits all in tow
before you arrive at the apex of the consumer capital matrix
yeah your seat is saved, go ahead misbehave
at the table of plenty you may
hurl your meat at the host, offer a heartfelt toast
to the kindling on kinder coasts
your seat is saved
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3. |
mumblecore
02:10
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i'll always imagine you on the set of the
movie where we first kissed
your body in silhouette as the camera man
framed every last second
i loved that shitty mumblecore that you always hated
coming of age is extremely overrated
we both decided to never grow up
at least that's what we told ourselves
but i lied for your sake
but the lights are flashing bright
i'm here to get wasted tonight
and i'm here to forget your
face
club music ain't my thing
i prefer to sit inside
and listen to songs like
this but i'm constantly
making the same mistakes
being a person i'm not
until i'm with people i hate
you have such shitty friends
the worst kind of cliche
one dimensional poorly acted
uninteresting
and yet you go out every night
to these shitty fucking clubs
on the off chance that you might
get a second look well guess what?
[unintelligible]
and now i'm in a taxi cab
the city lights are blurring past
and all i can see is your
face
another night i won't remember
another shitty first encounter
fuck i wish this had gone better
but it - it'll happen again because i'm
making the same mistakes
being a person i'm not
until i'm with people i hate
la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
la la la
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r-day
01:19
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the long grey line you walk on seems to fray on every gale
tapered ends loosed by the blood the irons and the ale
your hand-me-down force-feeding mom candy hearts that clot
because your state-sponsored mementos too fall prey to time-sanctioned rot
i've no clue what I'm grasping but I'd pull it all down for you
to not lay strewn across the floor with your regalia
please know I'm just being honest with the brave and not so few
when you return, I'll not be so wont to
[so here we are:]
it's a well-oiled machine pinning and planting white crosses: on your cuff, in the grounds logging our losses
so you'd relinquished your claremont hills for a hudson state of mind
and those with any good sense would profess you've left yours behind
but no more than the rest of the world that you love
as if any sacrifice could be enough (to save it)
your brothers in arms, they are waiting I suppose
just don't forget the ones with which you shared your clothes
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