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Shit (Jansport)
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Selfstarter A.E.
02:49
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Glad to tell you that your mission statement put a high price on your head. I gotta tell you when you pitched the pitch, it made me glad that I wasn’t dead.
So, guns-a-blazing, inching quickly forward to a place that I haven’t been. I knee a dent into the washing machine and put my broken AirPods in.
When the only way to go is the one that you don’t know,
it puts the automatic earth into the foreground.
Half a year to try a service that lets me cut right to the front of the line.
And they get long ‘cause of the government workers guarding all of the nice citizen’s lives. I watched a film where it was no big deal from around 1965. There were no seatbelts, you could smoke on board, and the crew was all drunk by the peak of the climb.
Outer space still up above, all the ants straight down below, and still the automatic earth is in the foreground.
I can’t help but slip into the background now.
I never thought that it would be like this,
I never thought that it would bend, I swear I didn’t, but it did.
I never thought that it would end like this.
I never thought that it would end.
I swear I didn’t, but it did, but it did, but it did, but it did.
Now I’m picking out the pieces of my life I swear got harder and I’m swearing by the book in early March I’d gone self-starter.
We’re afraid the breaks are these: Mistook the forest for the trees. You built no gutter on your eaves and now the mold has grown appendages and just asked if it can leave. So...
No regrets. It’s all too perfect.
No regrets. We’re only perfect.
No regrets. You’re doing perfect.
No regrets.
And the seasons linger longer as the year goes marching on,
and still the automatic earth is in the foreground.
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Do You Know What I Mean (Or Not)
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Outstandingly (The Riviera)
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Panorama (The Polynesian)
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Masterationalizer
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Checker Drive [Album Version]
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8. |
House Of The Future, Pt.4
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Marlinspike
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Positively Clark Street
04:10
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Skull & Roses and a Terrapin Station sticker
Peeling off the back-end of a Chrysler Town & Country
We saw blowin’ through a stoplight in the middle
Of a North Chicago suburb in the middle of
another bummer of an afternoon.
Had to say that I was up to something.
You heard me sounding bitter ‘round a hotel
In a far-off state.
Suppose it’s time we had a conversation—
Not the type I’ve learned to kind of like in hindsight,
But the type I’ve learned over time to hate to say I hate.
Like I hate to say I hate the way this city smells
In the summertime come late July.
It’s tar; the L-Track’s spark. It’s the dog shit in the park.
It’s the sludge dripping down into my parking spot.
I could really use a word or two
That’d wash away the doubt.
I could really use a story we could both cry tears about.
I could really use some rain, but I can’t spot a single cloud.
So there’s nothing I can do about it now.
By a weirdo statue with a teal patina
[but not the kind you’d ever wanna pay for]
Something took me down unexpectedly.
A subtle pounding by my eyelid.
Subtle, then resounding in the center of my forehead.
And the pound became a knock, and the knock politely said:
Man, I hate the way you hate
the way this city sells itself to passersby come late July.
Streets all blocked off by the field
Where the masses have congealed.
Looking like blue jay flocks ‘round beer gardens.
It’s easy to play crank when you’re the one not having fun.
And every weekend brings a range
of mange and anger ‘till it’s done.
Find an awning, wait it out.
Pray no lightning from the clouds.
But ain’t there something you can do about it now?
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Cyan
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Worm Dirt
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Travelator
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Barry's Interlude / Bad Dudes
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Snowing (Alien Vs. Bandana Man)
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Matrix (One Down At Least)
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All well aware of the effort it takes to correct a rash decision;
to correct a really bad mistake.
The point I am trying to make
is one you’re gonna have to sever
from experiences had of late.
If we’re being frank, I’m involved half the time,
indirectly there in the other.
Day-to-day that is so interwined,
only makes sense that it’d rip apart.
But still, everytime I see you cryin’,
I can’t help but feel like dyin’.
Sounds rote, sounds suspect, I know.
I’m surprising myself by saying
everytime we’re passing by
that shiny phosphorescent sign,
it looks a lot like paradise.
I’d like that for my own and our own.
What say ya? Would you say yeah?
So, fuck those friends that we were
hangin’ round with last night.
Nevermind ‘em, buddy, nevermind ‘em. Nevermind.
Pack our possessions in a van and start a new life.
We can get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
We can get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
Rotary mower versus one with a reel.
One of three Home Depots by the house
waiting for my guts to spill
to some poor unwitting cashier
or customer service associate
who takes for granted how the will
takes hold in remarkable ways.
Confusing, hazy, wide tunnel vision.
Raw nerve pinched. I’m buying a rake.
They found a brain-eating amoeba in the manmade lake.
Everytime I’m stagnant or stalling,
I get panicky and I solve it.
When, by proxy, you go with me, hope it goes alright.
And hope you say yeah. What say ya?
Hope you say yeah.
All these ideas we were floating ‘round here last night.
I kinda like ‘em and I think you also kinda like ‘em.
Settling down don’t mean we’re starting up the back nine.
Gotta get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
We gotta get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
Don’t intend to pry but aren’t you wondering why
the decade passed us by?
In a drone flown ‘bove the plot, we’d spot the warning signs.
The circles in the crops check all the boxes.
Take the talk offline. Neighbors that we spy on.
Say goodbye.
So, fuck the hesitations keeping us up last night.
Nevermind ‘em, buddy, nevermind ‘em. Nevermind.
As if we’re capable of setting down a lifestyle.
I think we’ll get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
We’re gonna get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
I think we’ll get it right on Checker Drive, on Checker Drive.
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