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Though I seem cool, calm and collected
Making my way to Hipster with Glasses
Was a little more than just nerve wrackin'
Kinda’ just counted on her to turn me into goo
Praise Whatever it ended with a smile
Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while
I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks
Like "he's so cute" and "whatever you want"s
Though the white jacket didn't fit
The friends I came with did, perfectly
Snugged right to my body
Like sad movies and late night drinks
Could’ve guessed by the end of the hour
There was more than just a little smile on my face
Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off I had to leave
But all has to end.
You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it
Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here
Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend
But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here
The day started with a bloody drip
And a taste on my lips that was a lot less than desired
Awkward moments to the side
Not all expiring fast
A tank top that didn't cover a thing
And a zipped down hoodie, zipped to the bottom
Had us laughing every time
No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight
You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it
Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here
Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend
But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here
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When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
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I could go off the deep end,
I could kill all my best friends,
I could follow those stylish trends,
And God knows I could make amends.
But I've got an angry heart,
Filled with cancers and poppy tarts.
If this is how you folks make art,
It's fucking depressing.
And it's sad to know that we are not alone.
And it's sad to know there's no honest way out.
I'm afraid to leave the house.
I'm as timid as a mouse.
I'm afraid if I go out,
I'll outwear my welcome.
I'm not a courageous man.
I don't have any big, lasting plans.
I'm too cowardly to take a stand.
I want to keep my nose clean.
And it's sad to know that we're not alone in this.
And it's sad to know there's no honest way out.
In this life we lead, we could conquer everything,
If we could just get the braves to get out of bed in the morning.
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I saw your eyes,
they were brown.
And all the stars
went out.
And the moon got lost,
and it fell in Lake Michigan.
And a tidal wave tore through this town
I saw your hair, it was brown
And the roof flew right off my house
And then my doors broke off their hindges
And all my walls came falling down.
You sipped your path, it was brown
you gave me a little cocacola kisses
And my heart broke on the night that you left
And there are a few pieces that I still haven't found.
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Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness.
She would say: “I know how sad you get."
And some days, I still get that way,
But it gets better.
It gets better.
It gets better.
Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you.
And she'd tell me
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist,
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, hold on,
Hold on for your life.
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in.
For years, terrifying noises kept him up at night
With a twelve gauge under his pillow.
He’s living in Boston now, going to art school.
I forgive him.
I forgive him.
Hell, I’ll admit it: I’m proud of him.
Serena’s an architect and a carpenter.
She’s such a feminist she says she isn’t one,
Because 'Goddamn, my gender shouldn’t matter!'
And her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence,
Down to the warehouse district.
The paint job is as stunning as
Her knowledge of medieval building techniques.
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, and hold on,
Hold on for your life.
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance.
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful,
And fuck anyone who says otherwise.
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive.
I promise that I’m gonna pay you back.
You always know how funny everything is,
Even when I’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me.
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house.
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets,
'Cause he was going out of town.
I asked him “Where?” and he said “New Mexico.”
I asked if I could get a ride.
He said: “No, you don’t want to follow me
Where it is I’m going.”
He pulled out of the drive way.
That was the last time we saw him,
'Cause he drove straight to his parent’s cabin
And put a bullet in his head.
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, and hold on,
Hold on for your life.
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, and hold on,
Hold on for your life.
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First they take the land
Then they take the soil
And with their bloody hands
They dig for oil
So fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Way down in the South
They burn down your house
If your skin is black
Goddamn that shit is whack!
So fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
They call you dirty names
They fill your head with shame
They call the police police police police
police police police police
police police police police
police police police police
Fuck those cracker bastards
Fuck ‘em right in the ass
Kill the white devil
Kill the white devil
Kill the white devil
Kill the white devil
Yeah fuck white people
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
Fuck white people!
(fuck white people!)
And kill white people
(kill white people)
And fuck white people
Kill white people
Fuck white people
Kill white people
Fuck white people!
Kill white people!
Fuck ‘em!
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You idiots are all corporate fucking drones,
I scream this from my iPhone.
As if capitalism didn't build your home.
As if children didn't die making that bandana.
Santa isn't real and a cop shot another black man.
Wipe your tears with this kleenex brand tissue.
But the rich work hard that's why they're rich,
I know some pretty hardworking toddlers.
All those toddlers have hardworking fathers,
Or fathers who'll step on the backs of anyone for a dollar...
Fucking monsters...
The pencil I write with with is no better than the rest,
made dangerously in a factory in Bangladesh.
Corporations are everywhere I look.
I'm drowning.
We're drowning.
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9. |
Jordan (Paul Baribeau)
00:29
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youve got
high rise eyes
i guess its hard to see the stars through all those city lights
listen you got
one hell of a drive
i guess this is goodbye
with dry eyes your tanktops and bra straps
your catnaps on the hammok
your heart was set like a mouse trap
you've got high rise eyes
i hope its not too hard to see the stars through all those city lights
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