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Crooked Smile
04:20
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I've always liked looking at bright lights from high heights
and I've always wanted anything, anything but this...
Counting all my money, count my blessings and put them in a pile.
Hope to God that I'm still worthy of your prize winning crooked smile.
So shave your face, iron your shirt.
I'm sick to death of you looking like dirt
Find new bones. Write new songs.
Change your face.
We could project you into space?
With a little window in the rocket, so you can see?
I've always loved watching you life your life from afar
and every night after work I struggle not to drive to a bar
But I need to save my money and my blessings & keep them in a file
Predictive.
Predetermined.
Pitiful.
Prize winning crooked smile.
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Cracked, cut and bleeding
Covered in anti-bac and paint
Our brains are struggling with the seasons.
Just like my broken jaw struggling through some Reisens
Totally fucked and resting
Hit so hard. Waiting for the testing.
My brain is gonna get me through this.
How many calls have I missed from my brother today?
Looking down the chill aisle
It sends a chill running up my spine
Looking down the chill aisle
It's like looking down the barrel of a gun
Tired, old and weary
Covered in paint and rain
If only there was a way that you could tell us
Let us know about your pain
A million songs about my parents habits
and still I paint the walls without a dust sheet
A million songs about lessons learned
and here I am dreaming with little earned.
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Never meet your heroes
02:45
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I've had a headache for three days. So I had an afternoon nap.
And I dreamed Dad was here in lock down. In lock down with mum.
And he was learning to play guitar.
Dad was on bass
Mum was learning the lead.
I said they could be the new Beautiful South
Dad said he could think of nothing worse
Than spending all your cash on a yellow car
Dad said you should never meet your heroes
Like that time he saw Bowie in a bar
I've felt like shit the last coupla days but I've still got to feed Paul's Cat
My brains going a million miles a minute
Who's up next to bat?
"I love you from the bottom of my pencil case"
You're all I need, dont cry it won't all end in public.
Shouting my name at the gallows...
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I'm thinking; If this virus doesn't kill us, all this bad weather might
It's like we're the dinosaurs we gave it all up for nothing
So take out all your money, and hide it under your bed
Head down to the supermarket
Breathe in the dead. I am the dead.
Should I stop and give that fox I see a proper burial?
I'm sure he'd do the same for me
Shaking hands with Johnny public trying my best to fucking love it
Should we all just stay in bed?
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Dead Youth Empathetics
03:27
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Catching cables on kitchen cabinets
I hope someone can relate to my pain...
Christmas branded Coca-Cola bottles gathering dust
on the shelves, in the month of March
What happened to you?
You used to be cool.
What happened to you?
Now you're a mess
Like a forgotten ghost gripping a tree
to protect himself from the wind
Picking up trash in the garden set free from the bin
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Pete Davidson
02:35
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Nothing makes me feel like less of an adult
than impossible knots in the morning
Getting caught in the rain with no coat
or getting lost in a foreign city a thousand miles from home...
I guess I'll just hide.
That's what us Gorgonites do.
pretend to myself that some day you'll come through
but I know you probably wont
And nothing makes me feel like less of an adult
When my head hurts so much I could cry
Through an 8 hour shift at a fucking job I fucking hate
a fucking job you fucking gave me 30 fucking years ago
Driving home pretending I understand Will Oldham
Trying my best not to steer into on-coming traffic
Like I'm Pete fucking Davidson.
My son, my son what have ye done?
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Cant' believe it's getting dark already
Just like before we were going steady
October weather in the midst of July
I remember just staring at the sky
Thinking "where oh where has my lover gone,
Oh where Oh where has my lover gone?"
Dismantling on the train, art school kids in my sight
Thinking my God they've got it right
Now I'm 32 setting fire to my own car
with too much hair for the summer.
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Give me something.
Give me anything.
I will give it up.
I'd rather just stay home watching Homeland
with you and the pup.
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Lovers Turn to Monsters Glasgow, UK
Lovers Turn to Monsters is a long pale man, slowly falling into middle age.
He wishes he
could be one of those guys who tours all the time, but he likes baths far too much. So instead he stays in his room and makes lengthy albums of emotive lo-fi nonsense.
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