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Pong Winner
03:37
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Pong winner and there’s nowhere to be
Gum chewer like it’s 2003
And I’m back on the bench
With my back to the field
And the coach couldn’t care if I stay or leave
I get up to the fence when see your smile
Warm sun on the trench a miracle mile
With a bungled excuse
“Sorry I spaced on your text”
Well I saw it
I’m just a bit of a mess
For all you tried to tell me
I never listened
All of the knots in the oak by the river
Wouldn’t admit that they’d ever been twisted
For every step I take is a bank shot
I’ll hit the wall before I get to the net
Yeah every nesting place is a screenshot
That I can miss when I’m on to the next
Pong winner and there’s nowhere to be
French kisser like it’s 1983
And the hands running down stroke the spine
I’ll find something to worry about
My time to shine
I tried the stocks but the IPO is dead
A hammock in the woods an IPA instead
Yeah my anarchist thoughts will make me rich
I’ll be trickling down
But just on the surface
For all you tried to tell me
I never listened
All of the knots in the oak by the river
Wouldn’t admit that they’d ever been twisted
Yeah every step I take is a bank shot
I’ll hit the wall before I get to the net
Yeah every nesting place is a screenshot
That I can miss when I’m on to the next
Open door in thunderstorm
Enroll in new semesters just to pass the time
When all you know’s a superstore
You feign surprise
Desensitize to win it
For all you tried to tell me
I never listened
All of the knots in the oak by the river
Wouldn’t admit that they’d ever been twisted
For every step I take is a bank shot
I’ll hit the wall before I get to the net
Yeah every nesting place is a screenshot
That I can miss when I’m on to the next
Yeah every step I take is a bank shot
I’ll hit it all before I start making net
Yeah every nesting place is a screenshot
That I can miss when I’m on to the next
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2. |
June Forever
03:18
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Long blonde curly hair
Check reflection in the mirror
In the hallway and
I laugh when I look at my own
I feel like such a goblin
What in the hell are you doing with me?
You could’ve scored a model
My luck I can’t believe
You’re here
It’s all I’ve waited for
To waste away on you
Piling on the floor
Sweaters in the light of the moon
And I’ve been here before
But now I’m staying for good
You’re sleeping on my shoulder
Can it forever be June
Turn the TV on
We’ll have a concert in the background
And ignore the sound
It’s you and me and the flickering
Of LEDs in the window
The quiet summer streets below
In the morning you’ll sneak me out
Before your parents even know
Oh, it’s all I’ve waited for
To waste away on you
Piling on the floor
Sweaters in the light of the moon
And I’ve been here before
But now I’m staying for good
You’re sleeping on my shoulder
Can it forever be June
It’s all I’ve waited for
To waste away on you
Piling on the floor
Sweaters in the light of the moon
And I’ve been here before
But now I’m staying for good
You’re sleeping on my shoulder
Can it forever be June
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3. |
All I Gotta Do
03:21
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Night sky
Sitting, waiting at a red light
No one else is in my view
Guess there’s nothing better to do
Rum cake puff pastry
Read the hot takes
Fluff that sells the paper
When there’s nothing better to do
New winter tires on a city car in the country
Long bitter nights with the heater on
Making money to pay the rent on time
That’s all I gotta do
Big steps
Climb the ladder
Up to new friends
Old ones held it steady
Until there was something better to do
Windmills on the pale horizon
A creeping little chill that crawls over my skin
And I try to brush it off again
New splintered plans
I thought by now I’d feel more ready
Cold morning headaches from the tension that I carry with me
Everywhere I go
I’m just trying to make it easy
To pay the rent on time
That’s all I gotta do
First snow at sunrise
I can’t believe I’m still awake to see it
My bed is waiting with the heater on beside it, calling
“Come back to me
You deserve to take it easy
You paid the rent on time”
Yeah, that’s all I gotta do
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Seven days since you went away
I’ve been on my knees unable to sleep at night
Tears into the floorboards
I’m shaking
I’d scream but housemates would wake
How could I persuade the ache to go away
I feel so useless
Floating in haze
i hear you calling to me
The sweetest sound in my ear
So beautiful I don’t think it could be real
You remain all that I need
You remain all that I need
Day you left I suddenly hated
Everything I own
Such betrayal
All my CDs and musical gear and all my clothes
Posters gloating down from the wall
Smirking sour like the smug gods they are
They watched the marble crack
And said nothing
Just let us fall apart
I hear you calling to me
The sweetest sound in my ear
So beautiful I don’t think it could be real
You remain all that I need, my dear
You remain all that I need
I hear you calling to me
The sweetest sound in my ear
So beautiful I don’t think it could be real
You remain all that I need, my dear
You remain all that I need
You remain all that I need, my dear
You remain all that I need
You remain all that I need, my dear
You remain all that I need
You remain all that I need, my dear
You remain all that I need
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5. |
Anything's Fine
04:16
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I don’t know what you have planned for me
Anything’s fine
Call me up and I will answer with a smile
Two weeks recovery time
I don’t care about my stupid plans
They always catch fire
Maybe I could take a bit of your advice
Let go and improvise
Steal away on thunderbird to amplify the view
She gives the colors of the sunset a sort of Clerks production value
I just keep on staying up
Beyond the bonfire to the sun
It seems I’ll never see enough
You pour the fuel on my confusion
And by the time I light it up
Will I have ever been enough
To drink cool water in the sun
You are the mist in my illusion
And I come to
In this place I never knew
Open eyes
Run through
Like a dream I won’t remember
On a Citi bike
A masterclass in effortless style
There’s a black light overhead all halo like
Subliming like dry ice
Opportunities so golden
They don’t pass her by
In the tractor beams of opalescent eyes
I sputter, magnetized
Riding down the Main Street hill and stopping at the light
She rests her arms along the grimy handlebar and kicks the tires
And her glasses cut the sun
Like final bishop into pawn
Cherry cola into tongue
Well I’m a simp for science fiction
A stolen wallet, a stolen gun
The plasma rays come out the front
Don’t think of calling, she’s long gone
But there’s no distance too sufficient
Cause I got hurt
Till my life was something new
Open mind
Tunnel view
Like a dream I won’t remember
And I come to
In this place I never knew
Open mind
Run through
Like a dream I won’t remember
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