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Alrighty Then
04:06
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Uh huh, alright.
You're living in a fantasy.
Who are you?
Renting out a boathouse.
Floating off the west coast.
Eating from a flowerbed of sin.
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New Shoes
01:28
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Breaking in my new shoes.
I don't want to.
Breaking in new shoes.
I don't want to wear them.
They hurt my toesies.
Breaking in new shoes.
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3. |
Dad Rock
01:42
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Whoa. I'm gonna change
my name to butter
because I'm on a roll.
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4. |
Naked
02:36
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5. |
Apple Tree
03:56
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Why do I need a mother?
Why do I travel?
Why do I even stress out
when what does it matter?
Who could it be
standing there under the apple tree?
When it fell, my eyes were buggin out.
Wooden eyes, whittled out for me,
they said, but who are they?
Who is there talking?
I don't care, let them talk until the clocks turn
back a day when I could see trouble.
I know I should turn around.
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6. |
Bandwagon
05:00
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One too many Brendans
spotted walking to class.
Maybe I will never understand
these symbiotic fools.
I fell off the bandwagon
and landed on my neck.
Broke my rocking chair.
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7. |
Chalkboard
06:37
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Hey dude, wait up,
if you can't tell,
I can't keep up at all
with what you're writing.
The chalkboard looks uninviting.
See it, erase it, and chuck it out.
I don't know
if that's the answer I need.
My bubbles were clean
until I dumbed it down.
I bit my pen and released ink
to blot it in and have a think
on my time alone.
I spilled coffee again,
it's a means to the end.
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8. |
Waiting for the Horn
03:39
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9. |
Soy Sauce
03:17
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What if I told you
I wrote things on the soy sauce packets?
Unspeakable things.
What if I told you
walk without moving,
sleep without dreaming,
stare into the deepest part of an ear,
and know it hears you breathe.
What if you could
sit something tragically near
and make it turn away?
The stubby hand on the clock is trapped
again, like bread burned in the toaster.
What if you could make it turn away
until you know what if?
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10. |
How Soon
05:16
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How soon will the sky open
and take us in?
The sky opens and takes us in.
I can only wait
to get a raise,
not a lukewarm eggroll.
These halftime days
go by with my eyes closed.
Dad's forgot cup on the porch:
blood, milk, tea, and wine
drying on the boards.
So gross.
How soon will the sky open
and take us in?
The sky opens and takes us in.
I can only wait to have a break
before my food's cold.
The phone-line snakes
like mold on a vegetable.
How soon?
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11. |
No Green Light
06:25
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I'm not afraid anymore.
I am not scared now
I've seen Home Alone too many times
to be afraid of criminals
that always fail in the night
to kill a child in a film.
Hollywood won't buy.
No green light.
I feel so patriotic
watching White House Down,
inspiring tough guys
to do right by their friends and kids
so they do not die in a fire.
America almost falls,
that'll get a green light for sure.
No green light.
Nah man, there's no green light.
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Fuck Your Birthday Morgantown, West Virginia
Fuck Your Birthday is a rock duo born in Morgantown, WV and currently stretched between NYC and Wenzhou, China.
Christopher Henry - Guitar
Roman Meisenberg - Drums
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