1. |
Lady Bird
02:55
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Bird and highway beautification act
Lady Burning those lines
Getting rid of those signs
I want my ride to be valleys of
pines.
Visual destruction
Aggressive sales, manuduction
Desperation, lack of oversight
That will be the perfect shape my perfect friend. oh
But really the public should be prepared
to fend off optimum for the rest of their lives.
Now that it's programed in
Will send mail to the deceased.
We apologize for the in-sensitivity sincerity?
Our mission is not to make you warm.
You can’t make fire on your own.
be prepared
to fend off optimum for the rest of your life
You remember Gine Laroo
And the last person to leave St.Thomas
As the dam began to fill, you
Say goodbye to your lit house on fire
(paddled) Away,
not enough to go around.
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2. |
Party Wall
04:04
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Nonchalant,
Passing tables set with
Foil and flames and
Dizzy G at the Ronde (Dizzy Gillespie and Mansion Ronde in France)
Turn around, Turn around,
Long play record through the party-wall
If it makes you laugh out loud when
And you tell me all about it
I am awake
Andi-cided
Take the elevator
shadow cast from your fallacy
Trickle down spilled wine off your balcony
I think I like it.
I think I like it.
No time like
Your gonna love it
wine bread
Brilliant corners playing (Monk)
turn around
Long play record through the party-wall
And you makes you laugh out loud when
And you tell me all about it
I am awake
Andi-cided
To Take the elevator
shadow cast from your fallacy
Trickle down spilled wine off your balcony
I think I like it.
I think I like it.
Second class, caste, trying on your new shoes
Second hand wardrobe and contents for you to use.
Seats open for your swan song.
See, we didn't have to wait so long
And you makes you laugh out loud when
And you tell me all about it
I am awake
Andi-cided
To Take the elevator
shadow cast from your fallacy
Trickle down spilled wine off your balcony
I think I like it.
I think I like it.
I think I like it.
I think I like it.
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3. |
Tides
04:10
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Remember not what's wrong
Good things happen
Good things came from you
Holding hands while you walk to school
Can't always make things work
for you.
That shit, will burn in your soul.
But when you hear their little voices on the phone
Better put you on the radio in my song.
Here we are
Here we all are in the sun
Tides of oceans that are
Moving us along
x your job
on vacation in the sun
Tides of oceans
Moving us along
Your growth is evidence of time
Each ring me and you
Drawings that you share
Help me to understand how
You see the world
I love way that your sister speaks to you
When she's sorry when you're upset.
Holding hands on the walk to school
You're so lucky that they/their are both like you
Here we are
Here we all are in the sun
Tides of oceans
Moving us along
x your job
on vacation in the sun
Tides of oceans
Moving us along
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4. |
Wish You Weren't
02:48
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Laughing at my face.
Wish I was you and you weren't.
I guess that's how it goes, right?
But you know better now
Get some perspective
In-vi-d-ia knows
It's too late to find,
It's already all
gone
You don't return if there's no return.
When there's nothing left
And there's time to burn
lunges at my face
Wish I was you not me
I guess that's how it goes, right?
But you were all alone
Get my attention
Only waiting
It's too late to find
It's already all
Gone
Don't waste time
What you don't deserve.
Don't waste time
But That was desert
To find
It's already all
Gone
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5. |
Visibility
03:26
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Day begins with
crunching of gravel or
slap of the leather from the street below
Garbage on a June morning
coffee in a blue cup
moving to the invisible song
They called a cab in my face,
I was just thinking
visibility is miles,
the cup is still too hot.
I can see where I wake and where I work from
It's only a few miles stop complaining
The night begins
Changed the color of the
Tower and the
Slap of heels on the street below
Bar spilling out to morning
The coffee in a blue cup is moving
To the invisible song on the bus
The subway door hit my face
I was just thinking about visibility
And the cup is to hot
I can see where I wake and where I work from
It's only a few miles stop complaining
Sitting to find an empty spot to stare
But it wasn't like that
I always looked at everyone's faces
Whatever, it's something to do.
The cup is cold
And the flap never folds
Like I just buy it for my hands.
It's just like that.
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Idiota New York, New York
Mike Rasimas
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Matthew Robinson
Bio:
Matt and Mike
met in Beacon NY over common taste in music and began the process of reworking songs Matt was writing. Mike studied composition and has a prolific portfolio as song writer, musician and teacher.
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