1. |
Pumpkin Mold
02:53
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Hiding your cigar butts
Eating too many Almond nuts
You've got nine in a row and you better strikeout
Stopped dead at a green light
Tryna skate at twilight
Tasting the grime from the percolator spout
Winter time, it's dark at four
Sleeping on your back, sinus snore
Being way too into gore
Running out of things to say
Forgetting 'bout Pearl Harbor day
An old garage sale blu-ray
Celebrating drug abuse
Ive still never seen a moose
Here comes another birthday
Feeling like a windbag
Your eyes are starting to sag
Ignoring all the red flags
Time will eventually find its foothold
You can always plan on pumpkin mold
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2. |
House on Haunted Hill
04:23
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Rustling of a dry corn stalk
As cobwebs climb a grandfather clock
A bell tolls and bats flutter
The house on a haunted hill will make you shudder
Fingers lifting through cold dirt
As we gather for a witching hour concert
Dust falling from jangling bones
Banging all night on a rib cage xylophone
Rocking and rattling all through the night
We're trying to chase off the daylight
When it comes, we'll fall back just to remain
Until the darkness comes again
There's a basement down those stairs
They say he took her down there
And pushed her in the vat of acid
Almost nothing left of her
Boiling flesh falling off her bones
And they never found a body
No they never found a body
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3. |
My Blue Moon
02:34
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Leaving work in a few hours
Maybe I'll stop to buy cheap flowers
It doesn't matter how far I roam
Cause I'll look up and I'll follow you home
Playing softly, humming in the night
While you're reading under your book light
If there's one thing I never knew
It's that I'd end up right here with you
Cause you're my blue moon
You're my blue moon
So much was left unplanned
The deck was dealt, I had a pair in hand
You came to me like a star to a prayer
And you fill my night with still cool air
Cause you're my blue moon
You're my blue moon
When you're there, you put me at ease
You're shinning down from above the trees
Forever with me like a soft folk tune
You're always above, you're my blue moon
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4. |
Olive Vespa
02:42
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Cruising down the street. It's just you and me
In this old city, don't know who I should be
Sidewalk cafés, walking in the rain
Feel that summer air in my newly cut hair
Nowhere to be, just you and me
A cone of gelato I can't get at home
Never quite spent time like this before
Take that olive Vespa anywhere in Rome
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5. |
Sept. Days
03:06
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Strolling out in that lighter air
To the dead nothing ever seems fair
I've been waiting for these thinner days and approaching shade
In the heat I've suffered long with you
For the living their time is always so few
There is something peaking through the rays of September days.
Fleeting light at the edge of the park
They come out to dance only after it gets dark
Looking through the green and seeing gray on September Days
Seeing all that has once been
As the air continues to thin
To thin
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6. |
Bloody Tissues
02:11
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Watching Terrifier 2
At the drive in with you
I've never seen so much blood
Except when it's winter time
The heat comes on
And the air gives us bloody noses every morning
Our garbage can is filled with bloody tissues all the time
It looks like someone in our bathroom died
Drinking bad yam beers
Watching movies 'bout our biggest fears
Sussex county hauntings book
Visiting each spot just to take a look
Spending every fall with you
Mixing orange with blue.
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7. |
Birds
03:23
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I'll start you can join in
It'll end up in a Goodwill dollar bin
Pressed down on a 45
This music will always survive
1956, not far from Paterson Falls
Harmonies bouncing off of bathroom walls
Somehow there's magic in it all
In life there are songs of love
And that music came from above
Those were such different times
The stillness in the night, filled with harmonies and rhymes
Made for a world that we wish would exist
How could you not romanticize this
Putting feelings into made up words
All those groups were named after birds
1956 under a Brooklyn streetlight
5 singers hitting those notes just right
Adding melody to midnight
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8. |
Hisashi Atoms
03:29
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We built the bomb to fight fascists
When it was over we couldn't resist
Endless tinkering with broken match sticks
The balance of nature so quickly dismissed
Limitless power at man's command
No emissions to protect our green land
Think of all the lucrative careers
Just hide those fuel rods for 10,000 years
Everyone knew it would happen one day
It's just a shame Hiashi was in the way
Cut corners, make more than you spend
With this much power, no one's your friend
17 sieverts cut right in
Frying his organs and burning his skin
A guinea pig who died for our sin
A man who took one on the chin
83 days in hopeless despair
Fighting for nothing, his god wasn't there
His eyes filled with blood and his skin fell off
One painful company write off
Everyday he begged to die
But his family just couldn't say goodbye
So in spite of all that, they kept him alive
Painfully waiting in hell to die
Hisashi
We'll forget your lesson, we'll forget your name
We'll keep on splitting uranium
I can't believe that we're so dumb
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9. |
Fall Ball
03:35
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You're the rabbit in a dust bowl
You're that managers ego when everyone works from home
There was once a man who cut the grassy knoll
And you're a preacher who's never seen snow
The more you talk, the less you know
You're crushed, like a bug with guts that glow
The atoms are split, Hisashi won't be back
There's broken seams on a moss covered ball
Your miners lungs will again turn black
And those pants you bought, there way too small
Forget what you thought you knew
Or try living with dust and mildew
Those places that make it worth it
Your street at night when it's dark and moonlit
The bowling alley on a Sunday night
The Whitestone bridge coming into sight
Changing it up to make sense of it all
Try playing baseball in the fall
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10. |
715
02:31
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Mango Milkshake Montclair, New Jersey
Montclair, NJ
Indie, Instrumental
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