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Punk Drug Dealer
04:09
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I don’t know how many more times
I can be here, for this long
Skipping stones in someone else’s home, uh oh
Punk Drug Dealer
Keep me in your thoughts, cause i’m going under, uh oh
Punk Drug Dealer
Whistle cross the room, till I can’t see
Anything, anything
Somethings coming up and I don’t need it
No I can’t feel it, whatever it is
I remember keeping secrets with my mom
Tellin’ her everything i’d done wrong
And if these walls could talk, they would have some stories for her, uh oh
Punk Drug Dealer
Only if the smoke could be a mirror, uh oh
Punk Drug Dealer
Whistle cross the room, till I can’t see
Anything, anything
Somethings coming up and I don’t need it
No I can’t feel it, whatever it is
If I could I’d catch the next bus home
And fall asleep in the seats
A vinegar tongue rolling on my teeth
For me
For me
Watching Moulin Rouge
Like there’s meaning
Like there’s meaning
In anything
Whistle cross the room, till I can’t see
Anything, anything
Somethings coming up and I don’t need it
No I can’t feel it, whatever it is
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I watched that movie you recommended me
It was like a painting
Monet came to my mind
Not long after you
When I called you were glad
That I laughed at the funny bits
And you were so broken up
When the queens life turned to shit
Then you made mention, of the wallpaper and dresses
The post cards and lessons
That were supposed to be sent
Across the sea
Across the sea
Now i’m hanging on to songs
Sung by people who are all dead and gone
And each word rings
Like a ghost story
And we talked about that, and I think you laughed
But I can’t tell the difference
With all the static
(When you’re) across the sea
Across the sea
I woke up and found you scattered on my wall (falling sort of thing)
I woke up and found your shadow in a lighter, falling from the telephone wires
And you complained there were some people who had been keeping you up for days
And you complained there were some people who had been crawling around your rib cage
You said they sounded just like fireworks
Ringing in your ear
You said “I cant wait to hear the airplanes drone,
You know that nothing else feels like being alone
(When you’re) Across the sea”
Across the sea
(When you’re) Across the sea
Across the sea
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Hot Cement
06:23
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I gotta cold
I gotta cold
At least its something to
Hold onto
I gotta phone
I gotta phone
At least there’s someone to
At least there’s someone to talk too
I got places to be
And I got faces to see
Hopefully
Hopefully
Downtown and shivering
North of where I’m living
Oh no
Here comes tomorrow
When the snow starts to fall
And the city feels flat
And the salt trucks let their wheels melt
Underneath the heat of the lamps
You can see what’s happening
You can see what’s happening
You can see it all
Not again with the delays
Not again with the delays
Watching each shuttle come into land
Leave me here, leave me here, haunt me here
Not again with the delays
Watching each shuttle come into land
Leave me here, leave me here, haunt me here
Cause it’s a strange magic
Cause it’s a strange magic
Cause it’s a strange magic
Cause it’s a strange magic
You can see what’s happening
You can see what’s happening
You can see what’s happening
You can see it
On top of hot cement
Folding where the day bends
Watching what I can
Twisting to get along
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Las Vegas Pre-Chorus
04:31
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The desert will break and we’ll be lost for a year
And I’m gonna make my way to a place
That would make my mother’s skin crawl
And find someone with a glow in their face
And hear them talk
I have no secrets I intend on keeping, uh oh
And when it all turns to still images, just let me know
So go ahead and dress me in what you’re wearing
And kiss me clean until i’m out of synch with that song you’re singing
She’s says she’d joke about more morbid things
Like children dying while vacationing
But she doesn’t want to take the chance
On those words being her last
Her last
I have no secrets I intend on keeping, uh oh
And when it all turns to still images, just let me know
So go ahead and dress me in what you’re wearing
And kiss me clean until i’m out of synch with that song you’re singing
The sun looked like the ocean today
Complete with the sailors getting drunk in the bay
The coastguard said to give it a rest
That the ocean won’t waste its time
Going easy
On me
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On the other side of the exit sign
There’s a snail and some fish paste
That sit on tiles warped black and white
For the dancers and their next drinks
But thats all before the vomiting
The car rides to show up late
The morning stretches, the confetti cannons
The cloth and the clean slate
On the other side of the exit sign
There’s a hotel for its last light
Some breakfast in the lobby, some rain in the sewers
And a howl that comes from the side of its gums
But thats all before the vomiting
The car rides to show up late
The morning stretches, the confetti cannons
The cloth and the clean slate
But you know
That’s all there is
But you know
That’s all there is
But you know
That’s all there is
But you know
That’s all there is
But thats all before the vomiting
The car rides to show up late
The morning stretches, the confetti cannons
The cloth and the clean slate
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I’ve been livin’ by the
Ocean
Boards been growing
Long
Graves stitched together
Graves stitched and sewn
Bouncing between me and my home
I’ve been livin’ by the
Ocean
Where faces fray before they
Go
Sweating in the vines
Bleeding in the weeds
Bouncing between the sand and me
With a real effort of the jaw, you asked
“Whats the rush? We got time on our hands”
I don’t think its true
Have you seen the news
All we have is now
I’ve been livin’ by the
Ocean
The water sitting just like
Granite
I’m gonna send my skin
Where those surfers been
I’m gonna walk my way right under those waves
I won’t be back, you’ll see
I won’t be back, you’ll see
I won’t be back, you’ll see
I won’t be back, you’ll see
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Big wind for little cherry
Coming home to watch the hairies
Now Mother, don’t be so subtle
I know the way you like to say double
Don’t take it so serious
Raising hell ain't like you raised us
Small town in the blossoms
Stay in bed with the possums
Slim breeze and casting honey
Cross the street with all your money
Gotta love those local team losers
Hanging their temples in the sewers
Don’t smile, only hurry
Hold on till the world gets blurry
Something sudden and something fast
Someone you used to know in the grass
Old friends with wild scaries
Nights off and tripping daisies
Slurred words, they coulda came out better
Simple storms, we thought we knew better
Big lips coughing up creamer
White sedans and tips from dealers
Back again, before the runnin’
Waking up, carpet hummin’
Breakfast in the afternoon
Screen flashing, the end is soon
Well I guess, i’ve gone
To the coast, to the odes
Well I guess, i’m gone
See you soon, again, next time, so
Long
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Yin Waster Chicago, Illinois
Yin Waster is the musical project from Griffin Mang and Gabe Huff. Together the pair craft "Gas Station Folk" a combination of groovy psychedelic riffs and pastoral tenderness that is sure to bring bliss to your ears :-)
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