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Bittersweet
03:31
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Life's looking hazy
Because nothing else does
It's shameful being lazy
But momma, I can still dress up
I've got two friends to show you
I find 'em kind of pitiful to meet
One their name is bitter
The other one's called sweet
Oh I am in an, I am in an, I am in an
Extreme state of Bittersweet
They're two friends of mine I'm forcing to compete
But they never show their friendship off to me, no
No they never show their friendship off to me
Boy, I sure do miss you
But I could never tell myself
I thought it was an issue
But thankfully all your books lie on my shelf
I don't know about loving
Except exactly when I do
I guess I'll just keep on running
And slamming into the walls of my own zoo
Oh everything is everything is everything is always in an
Extreme state of Bittersweet
I'm a bi-polar bear out sitting in the heat
And I try to pry the bars open with my teeth
But they always bounce right back in front of me
Oh I am in an extreme state of Bittersweet
They're two friends of mine that I keep trying to force to compete
But they never show their friendship off to me
No they never show, they never show, the never show, they never show
They never show their friendship off to me
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Marching back to war
Against the concrete walls and the terrazzo floors
Flashbacks every night
Cause I was just staring up at the fluorescent lights
Oh I was ground-pounding, around the clock
I got a court-marshall I was far too partial
But who's gonna give me a detention now?
I said who's gonna give me a detention now?
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Lockdown
03:41
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Throw some drops of dye in the water
Forget what it originally was
Tell yourself to never get caught up
In anything that resembles a puzzle
This has happened just about every time it gets dark
You feel what you've been told is called "freedom"
Find yourself disgusted at bland remarks
But never when you're starting to speak them
Oh lockdown
Tell all your friends you're on lockdown
Before you're locked in...
Lets all mosey over into the corner
Its so comfortable when everyone's here
Its a battle for excitable boredom
But don't discuss the unexplainable tears
No, trust me, child your mind ain't feelin' weird
You just gotta betray any analog fears
And then you'll break lockdown
Tell all your friends you broke lockdown
Just kidding, you're still locked in
Remove those drops of dye from the water
Observe what it originally was
Find that you will always get caught up
In anything that resembles a puzzle
And it still happens just about every time it gets dark
You feel what you've been told is called freedom
Find yourself disgusted at bland remarks
But realize that you're destined to speak them
Oh lockdown
Tell all your friends you're on lockdown
Oh lockdown
Tell all your friends you're on lockdown
Oh lockdown
Tell all your friends you're on lockdown
Cause you're forever locked in
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4. |
Get Off the Roof
04:54
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Get off the Roof - Garen Hudson
Well gather round, come all of my friends,
Down to my basement floor
It has been said, “X marks the spot,”
A different kind of gold
So grab your shovels, grab ‘em quick,
Before our time is cut short
And disregard what your mother said
As you walked out the front door
Get off the roof, you don’t need to fly
You could stay right where you like
On second thought…
Why don’t we tear up the ground?
Always wanted wings, but never thought of gettin’ down
Now jump right in, but play it safe
Keep the life preservers on
Dive too deep, and soon you’ll see
Ya still have to mow the lawn
So now you get it, you are it,
The thing they’re praying for
But you don’t have to say it, stay a kid
And laugh at closing doors
Get off the roof, you don’t need to fly
You could stay right where you like
On second thought…
Why don’t we tear up the ground?
Always wanted wings, but never thought of gettin’ down
Fuck your suits
Fuck your ties
No shirt, no shoes
Baby we can still get by
Your ladder is now
Being quickly pulled out
Always wanted wings
But never thought of gettin’ down
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5. |
Sexy Woman
06:08
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You are my holy book my vantage point
When I can’t find my mind
It felt so strange when you took and soon discussed
Things I didn’t see behind
My eyes are like a paint brush
And the tips are colored gray you say
Please tell my vanity to hush
When I feel the need to repay some way and
Reply to you
In some sort of fashion that boosts
The things that I see
Not the love that I hear
Oh the things that you teach do incorporate fear
And I’m terrified
I’m terified
And I am a sexy woman,
You are my big burly man
And we both get along
So here we find ourselves sitting
In esoteric, solitary song
I am the one you love, the one you trust, when no one else is there
But I get so tired of your endless lust, you never se to care
Oh, your hands are like a salesman, your nails persuading me so well
You lure me in your word games, then throw me in some show-and tell
But I don’t mind, I still got my own mind
And the gestures you make all present me with proof
That I’m still correct in falling for your, there’s no safety net
And I am a sexy woman,
You are my big burly man
And we both get along
So here we find ourselves sitting
In esoteric, solitary song
Let’s try to stay away from the mirror these days
Pavolov won’t have us this time
I wish that I subscribed to half of the things that I said
But darling soon we’ll be getting lost
Off of the wine of my fermented lies
And I am your sexy woman,
You are my big burly man
And we both get along
So here we find ourselves sitting
In esoteric, solitary song
So here we find ourselves sitting
Here with no one else
Yes here we find ourselves sitting
In an esoteric, solitary, who could carry
This kinda love, but us within the context of this song
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6. |
Chinese Restaurant
02:45
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In a couple of days you’ll find me sleeping in a Chinese restaurant
With my head in the rice, I got a pillow on my plate
That ain’t sincere, you say, but little do ya know this is what I want
Demanding my answers, I got nothing more to say
I’m dropping out from thinking
I’m dropping out tonight
I’m dropping out and lately you’ve been speaking
About how this is what you would like
In a couple of months you’ll find me sitting in an old confession box
My mind’ll be silent, the priest won’t hear a thing
He’ll say son speak up, if you ever wanna meet the bigger boss
I said sir that’s exactly wear you and I disagree
I’m dropping out from speaking
I’m dropping out tonight
I’m dropping out cause lately you’ve been thinking
About how this is what you would like
Wasn’t it just yesterday that we were sitting in the same old coffee shop?
Laughing at jokes we once said we would never make
I’ll say darling, where on earth did the two of us go wrong
You’ll say yo, that’s exactly the very first mistake
We’re going back to singing
We’re going back tonight
We’re going back
Cause lately we’ve been thinking and drinking and speaking
And I know that this, this is what we would like
We’re dropping out from speaking
And we’re tuning in tonight
We’re dropping out, cause lately we’ve been thinking
About how this is what we would like
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Saltwater Tap Chicago, Illinois
Saltwater Tap brings elements of Soul, Folk, and just about everything in between to the stage. With 6 musicians, the band
provides a large sound awash with tight background vocals, soaring guitar lines, and tasteful keyboard grooves
With an emphasis on hard-hitting and meaningful songwriting, they keep a certain 70s type of sound alive, and never fail to mention the importance of hydration.
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