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As of time of signing I'm a rocket fueling
Strike through half my lines
Go doot doot do doot do
In conversation
The stoned left is you when you're alabasterized
The make of your hen house cockfight terminal
Apiece, apprised
Sweetness taste your mouth
Flowing wings of southwesterly flight
For the prize of your life
Doot doot do doot do (x4)
Man in authority looks to me to assist
Oh could I kindly call the cops on kids?
Mind's not crazy when it's seeing your sunset swing
I'll see your swing set sun when I'm seeing things
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Strwpr (live-ish)
02:20
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Guess I missed my shot at orchestration
When you freed the woodwinds
This party crawls with weirdos but you paint
Such moving pictures
Of the dark
I'll find a make out closet and you
Can sign these papers
Before we start
Tune up your violin
(not so much to make things sad but when we start your solo backward toward the end we'll need arrangement that envelops and supports each turn of your running theme)
Wrap the edit, we've made my choices
Concerto for solo voice
Like music made to descend
Like business you're losing on friends
The lines never grow but I'm rolling your filmstrip again
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Clamber down, it's your place no more to live in the stars
Not that it ever was
Feed the actor his line
We cut his scene
The better part of an engine
Pre-chorus makes the song that your
That your dictionary wronged
Your dictionary's wrong
Your tried on smile
Doesn't look like you're trying
Your dictionary's wrong
Mastered mechanics in no time
Breath on the braille that reads your spine
Lose your perspective we've got mine
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Advance set list confirms the worst:
Another round of verse/chorus/adverse
No one's bridged
Constant four-count burpee marks the speed as fast
Cranking up the cans until they bleed their last
Build a better mousetrap but you'll
Need a class of mice they don't provide
In these blandlands
Some futurist should wipe your drive
They hit their notes and sorely miss their mark
Ooh, etc.
The shadows that they case aren't so long as dark
Ooh, etc.
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I swipe at your motions in public up until the camera moves on
Until the camera shies
Just enough mistake to keep their attention
Their need to print what all mouths say
To play it where it lies
Speeches in stasis
From the gift horse mouth of babes
Your straight lines escape me, a might short path scrapes
The knees of my thought
Style points and laughs
The calendar caper, peace only on paper
Like sentences slouching off
Gritting as they plod
Put through your paces
Like the gift mouth horse of babes
So long to places
A like for which you'll never feel again
Sounding familiar like you've never heard before
Hindsight is 50/50
Small concerns weren't always with me
As we rush to push
Extol, exhort, extort, exhume
The harsh lines keep the cold in place
Stand at the sink to cut my face
With razors like intention
Cataloging slight improvement
Damn faint praise from this flapper movement
When damning's not enough
Solidarity in liquidity
Slimy figures, gross receipts
Honor thy father, honor your corner
Start slouching toward Bethlehem
3x a day
3x a day
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Into / {ym} (live-ish)
02:29
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Ooh, etc.
This is English for Native Speaker
Teacher's got a lot to learn
Slough off another masterpiece and toss it to one side
You can always tell when I'm lying
What makes you so qualified?
Blame the weather and the wistful air
In your interminable tribute to laissez faire
Don't get up from telling stories
To pictures on your phone
Or shouting out one familiar name so you can rather be alone
With the things you'd think of if
You even thought a little bit
She declares to no one, "College-in-the-back there
is reaching for my knees."
Settles up while you're trying to place her
Takes her last harsh shot with the ambulance chaser
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Superwind (live-ish)
01:35
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I'm the lummox darkening your dance floor
I move around, you move around
Time gets lost
We don't agree
All that the Paris Hilton problem means
But I can't believe
The ambiguities are what we can't afford
You'd lighten heavy loads, instead you stiffen when you're bored
I'm moving on
To watch the bravery of smaller birds
Best the avarice of large ones
I'll take you lower/back
To the rhythmic subdivision where we could be
Fanning out more peacefully
Questions in here don't want for easy answers
And typically they play to type
The lingering mantra in the buzz of my mind
"This many people can't be right"
Ooh, etc.
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In these Greek ruins of a parking deck
I can trust myself to drive
Cannot trust myself to shave
Don't take our meaning, smarts-for-brains
Hey, speed demons on the highway:
Stop rolling by at demon speed, oh
There they go
Was it worth the note?
When minutes become dollars who's to show
The fade into exaggerated pose
In our galaxy's central bulge
With honest secrets to divulge?
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Le Weekend Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Le Weekend is a progressive-minded, skewed-pop-leaning, hyphen-employing rock band from Chapel Hill NC, est. 2006. It faithfully and exuberantly generates the sound of itself playing Le Weekend music. It knows a little about a lot of things, and something about the value in hiding and showing. The rest it kind of fakes, but you could totally have fun with it. ... more
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