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holy motors
01:52
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All these
Indie folk don't know how to love
They only know how to self-destruct
I told em hey kids cut it out
And they told me I can't come around
So I bought some glasses for my eyes
But mostly as a weak disguise
To separate the who I was
From what I think is who am I
And I went back to the punk rock club
And said hello I'm Lucifer
They said you look cool so we'll try
To pretend to like songs you write
So I between my new hair and my eyes
I made a pretty good disguise
To separate the who I was
From what I think is who am I tonight
Hello I am Lucifer
I can't teach you how to love
Hello I am Lucifer
Hey kids can ya cut it out right now
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2. |
some coastal mansion
02:07
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I dreamt about you
We were at a coastal mansion
Sea monsters were attacking and
You weren't scared at all
Maybe it's because I am
Always god fearing
And you go on living how I'd
like to be seen
You were sort of dating
This ass I knew in high school
I kissed him on the lips
Just to see how you'd respond
You smiled it off because
you weren't invested
I saw him on twitter
But wanted to move on
I found a baseball bat
to keep them away
And a girl I know from grad school
I saw online the other day
They were shooting a movie
I think a new mall cop
On the Jeff Davis neutral ground
Nowhere near the coast
I gave up and woke up
Not unlike how I left Phoenix
And immediately realized
Why it all happened at all
Last night at the gig
The girl working the door
Had the same subtle voice
That I came to adore
And those eyes that you had
With which you would express
A true interest to know me
And a true indifference
And she spoke hardly to me
But definitely to me
But she looked exactly like you
I was taken aback.
She looked exactly how someone might look if your memory
Of them was deteriorating
In the back Of your brain which is
telling you go talk to her
But also exclaiming
You aren't interested in her
You just like how she looks
And Who she reminds you of
But she's outside talking
with the guy In the wheelchair
Why don't you give up
I wrote this song
It'll cause an infinite loop
Like when I analyzed why I always
Think about you
When the priest asks for intentions
Held within your heart's silence
Now it's just like a dream in the mass at that part
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3. |
bugspray time
02:05
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Now there's a girl smells like bug spray and cigarettes
But not the smoke, tobacco in her hazy eyes, pirouette
Heaving and crooning her heys and hos
Which became easier as there was nowhere to go
Lying on the matte black and gravitas
A surly mess of tom cats and vagabonds
Shouting sound fonts from coffee shop debutantes
Three worlds together not one of them meshing
Ayahuasca retching/squash ball stretching
Glory god how this felt
so refreshing
Compared to the slicked back hair of their slicked back fathers
Slicked back fathers in their Kingston chairs
Kingston chairs covered in slick gray hairs
Slick gray hair of their crooked fathers
Holy mess caught up in the afterglow
When did change become a side show
lyrics by lynn
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4. |
barry vs the tornado
01:38
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5. |
rookie messiah
02:28
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The inside of my sweater just smelled too much like some girl
I was seeing when I lived inside a hotter newer world
I was just looking at clips of when she took me out to learn about her past
I didn't pray too much in the short time she let me stay
In her bedroom and not on the couch where we would drink and lay
Down and try to sober up I wasn't really trying. She might make me drive home.
From the moment I laid eyes I knew it wouldn't last
I was moving way to who knows where. She was housing 7 cats.
On the last night I told her six more months might have helped. I could have stayed.
On the last morning we walked outside and her cat tried to kill a bird.
I didn't kiss her. She went inside and grabbed a box with precut holes.
I brought the bird to the rescue center where they asked for my address.
I said I'm leaving Arizona now. My whole life's in my car, a mess.
I didn't see her again for another few months when she came and it wasn't the same
I hope the bird lived.
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I'm only writing songs about you
Because you're the most recent
Girl whose house I slept at
Fully clothed and decent
Wearing somebody's pajamas
Probably ex boyfriend
ask politely if you could
Take his toothbrush out of your house
And ya did
And ya did
we watched arrested development
While I laid on your butt
Yeah we did
Yeah we did
And we watched crazy stupid love
Until I asked you what we were
You said we couldn't make out
Because your former boyfriend
Still thought he was your boyfriend
But you gave me a toothbrush
And so we didn't make out
We just had drunk sleepovers
And tried to order pizza
It was bad but we both ate it
Yeah we did
Yeah we did
At 1:30 you texted me
Do you wanna come over
And I did
And I did
And I might not be here writing if I didn't just come over but I did
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