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The Short North
02:46
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I met you in the Short North
Living off linoleum and guided tours
Crackin’ hearts with the Soviets
Women of the Sikh faith will call you nuts
The holy ghost loves you the most
Yeah the holy ghost loves you the most
Cause you’ve got a great Roman nose
Even Christ is likely to go for those
Automated horoscopes make me twice as likely
To fall for those, to fall for those
I left you for the tort reform
Bleeding from the platitudes of talk show hosts
Smackin’ tarts with the polyglots
Sugar in the tank like a dirty word
The holy ghost loves you the most
Yeah the holy ghost loves you the most
Cause you’ve got a great Roman nose
Even Christ is likely to go for those
Automated horoscopes I’m just twice as likely
To fall for those, to fall for those,
to fall for those, to fall for those
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I got my statement from the
Academy of Model Aeronautics
Model Aeronautics
You said that there are worse things
Than your head in endless Arizona
Endless Arizona
I got your letter from Lodi
It’s a shame to think that all those kids are assholes
All these kids are assholes
Your mother fell out of rehab
It’s a pain to have to always live in the moment
Always live in the moment
Annie I loved you for the wrong reasons
Annie you kept me for the blues
Annie I loved you for the wrong reasons
Annie you kept me for the blues
You were playing all the Taj Mahal pianos
Better than limousines
Covered in magazines
Showers in Charles de Gaulle
You were writing all the songs in Indiana
Better than limousines
Covered in magazines
Showers in Charles de Gaulle
Everybody you love hails from Highland Park in Texas
My heart is fixed, affixed to a Pentecostalist
And we’ll forget Dallas, we’ll forget our ways
We’ll forget Dallas, we’ll forget our ways
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Watergate Babies
03:24
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Timothy fell from a cloud from a bridge in Oregon
Hearts can sell all the ne'er-do-wells on an aspirin binge
Death to your friends
A man I can trust, never enough
Livin’ the depths of despair
All the Watergate Babies on the way
You gotta be careful with your anatomy
Livin’ in Hercules, lovin’ the factories
I’ll misquote from the hostage note
‘cause believing is art, at least it’s a start
Don’t take drugs I’m a caffeine ‘cuz
I’m an avalanche tart, she’s falling apart
A tan I can trust
Spray-on for love
All for my only au pair
All the Watergate Babies on the way
You gotta be careful with your anatomy
Livin’ in Hercules, lovin’ the factories
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4. |
California is on Fire
02:47
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Shelly took my picture at a Pro-Life rally
She says it’s Christ-like but darling what was Christ really like?
On the radio the jellyfish were sleeping
They say they’re human kind but I don’t know that humans are kind
Ambulations of ancient animals
and make-shift scientists and CalTech graduates
Epidemiology but not like the movies
All of me in Monterey Aquarium duties
Suddenly I’ve fallen in with Governor Moonbeam
Sacramento, it’s so nice to win
Sad Fernando, I’ve got one vice: it’s him
We did the dishes in the nineteen-sixties
She picked the best champagne but everything we did was in vain
In the season when the elephants were screaming
We burned the everglades and suffered through mammalian pains
Coronations of hairbrained criminals
and two-bit generals and Berkeley majorettes
California, California is on fire
It’s a reason to love, it’s a reason to die
California, California is on fire
It’s a reason to love, it’s a reason to die
It’s a reason to love, it’s a reason to die
It’s a reason to love, it’s a reason to die
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Former Fascists
02:03
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Former fascists make great cars
For their wives and premiers
Corner office concubines
Hold tight to endear
God damn, you’re like honey lemon in Japan
With all the Breeders dancing askance
And your anchor’s around your pants
Automated love like a lullaby
To entice and to cheer
Swallowing the chokehold unfortified
It’s alright the coast is clear
God damn, you’re like honey lemon in Japan
With all the Breeders dancing askance
And your anchor’s around your pants
Someone kinda likes your ordinary song
Ordinary song
Someone kinda likes your ordinary song
Ordinary song
Someone kinda likes your ordinary song
Ordinary song
Someone kinda likes your ordinary Saab
Ordinary Saab
Someone kinda likes your ordinary Saab
Ordinary Saab
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Civil War Surfing Buff
02:25
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She was always a bride
Never a bridesmaid
Terrifying to kids
Normal to adults
Tearing off the ceiling
My head like a platter
He was skinny inside
Hungry for the ice caps
Sterilizing his mitts
Calling for results
Swearing off the brill cream
And mad as a hatter
Boys are closer
Rather than jazz
She was caught in the backdoor
Of a Japanese boy band
Civil war surfing buff
A new career, never good enough
Boys are closer
Rather than jazz
She was caught in the backdoor
Of a Japanese boy band
Civil war surfing buff
A new career, never good enough
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Temple of Odd Hope
02:09
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Big Daddy’s Chinese Restaurant
I’ve known you since the lake we loved was low
I need a nanny but I never called you one
Comfortable in the position of councilman
In the position of councilman
Truth be told
I was making this up while you were making sense
I was talking you up to all our talented friends
Dear daddy, they killed him at Altamont
I’m not complaining I’m just trying to explain it so
A girl like Tammy she could be my only one
Reversible in the season of swimming trunks
In the season of swimming trunks
Truth be told
We were feeling odd in the Temple of Hope
All the atomic bombs in need of a joke
Stealing souls at the Temple of Odd Hope
(stealing souls) At the Temple of Odd Hope
(stealing souls) At the Temple of Odd Hope
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Earthquake Kid
02:09
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You were not an earthquake kid
But I couldn’t tell until we did the drill
Daddy broke your baby sister’s leg
It was a mistake, that is what they said
Saw the chicken pox across your face
Then I got them too; it was the thing to do
Mother fixed the house and moved away
Then I hit a kid, cracking my right hand
Powdering the sky with a street glue guy
You were fetching, you were fetching
Powdering the sky with a street glue guy
You were fetching, you were fetching
And dolled up like a pineapple tree
Gretchen, you were dolled up like a pineapple tree
Gretchen, you were dolled up like a pineapple tree
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Tomorrow Tijuana
02:57
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10. |
Liberty Girl
03:31
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Liberty girl in gunmetal grey
I love you in Ethan Allen blues
But it’s so boring in the vacuum
And your employer’s in the bathroom
And I’m sorry you were so upset
Yeah I’m really sorry you were so upset
Standing by the airport kiosk
Standing by the airport kiosk
Cover your eyes
Cover your feet
Polaroid slides
Master of sleep
Formula line
Forming a…..
Liberty girl in gunmetal grey
The president’s daughter dances with Prince
Hittin’ the corner face is a fist
First in the sauna last in the sea
All electronics looking at me
Looking at me
Looking at me
Looking at me
Looking at me
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Fictional Colours Oakland, California
Lo-fi indie rock duo straight outta Oakland CA. Debut album "Love Song Generation" out November 5th, 2021.
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