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9 Month Tour
03:00
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Load up the van
Start up the kia sedona
Make certain to fuel up and leave your old clothes in the trunk
So when they find them
Your kids will start to question
It’s not patience when you’re waiting while you’re pushing your luck
Next step is distance
Time to make yourself an outcast
Convince yourself that you’re all alone
And then you feast down
To whoever will fuel you
Cause a nine month tour ain’t gonna make you any younger
Again, play pretend
Cause a nine month tour ain’t gonna make you any younger
Again, play pretend
Cause a nine month tour ain’t gonna make you any younger
Tell her the truth
And pray that there’s a fallout
So you can go cause you know what’s best
Hitting the road from home has never looked like such a good thing
Being locked in the studio with a new solo project
Again, play pretend
Cause a nine month tour ain’t gonna make you any younger
Again, play pretend
Cause a nine month tour ain’t gonna make you any younger
I still want to hear your voice before you go under
Twenty-five years later you still won’t be any younger
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Less Force, More Finesse
03:23
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Sick In New York
03:05
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Typical me, left without bidding farewell
Drive up 16th st and swear that I’m sober
Running into the same faces on Sunday afternoon in Beltsville
No questions asked, my stay here is over
Every night I need someone to tell me I’m not dead
Cause I’m going off the deep end now
I’m on the road with a broken CD binder
My two best friends and a place to crash on the floor
And God I wanna be a teacher so bad but I don’t think I’m cut out for the job
So I’ll call you when I get sick in New York
I took everything but the tie around my neck
Ran around the December block over and over
Gaining momentum instead of facing all these fucked up tendencies
The blame is my own, I was straight edge and sober
Take it or leave it pack up the van and head up to Brooklyn
Cause the road is seeming more enticing the closer that I get
I’m on the road with a broken CD binder
My two best friends and a place to crash on the floor
And God I wanna be a mom so bad but I don’t think I’m cut out for the job
So I’ll call you when I get sick in New York
So please turn up the Stockhausen to blend the monsters in my head
Maybe when they’re gone we’ll all be healed
I’m on the road with a broken CD binder
My two best friends and a place to crash on the floor
And if you walk in with a smile on your face then you’re probably cut out for the job
So I’ll call you get the bits through
On the subway cause I miss you
I shoulda called you when I got sick in New York
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Mesosaurus, where’d you learn how to swim that far?
Lystrosaurus, how’d you get so successful?
Cynognathus, how’d you pay for those phenomenal flying lessons?
And who’s growing glossopteris transcontinental?
Well Gondwana had finally had enough of Laurasia
The two split and these fools weren’t around to see it
Give or take a couple hundred centimeters (blame the mechanics of it all)
It’s only 2.5 cause the plates’ll just tweak it
So get divergent, like the unhappy couple
Get convergent, like a newfound love
Transform on one another if you know what I mean
I don’t really care but I’m beggin you to get a move on
Well I’m talkin of a time when Antarctica was overgrown
And there always comes a time when the postcards will turn from paper to stone
You shred ‘em up and you managed to sink the boat
And just like that your primal continent’s all gone
So get divergent, like the unhappy couple
Get convergent, like a newfound love
Transform on one another if you know what I mean
I don’t really care but I’m beggin you to get a move on
In 200 million years we’ll all join up together again
It’s a shame that you won’t be around to see it
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El Dorko
03:44
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I’m on the night train to Moscow
Try my best to have some fun
My cohort parties at happy hour like it’s 1941
Down here at the bottom of the barrell
The punks rip you out the womb
And while they throw you up against the wall just close your eyes and count 1-2-3 BOOM
The doors are open and she likes the band
But the fans are weirdos and I’m in a room of
Ska punk skater friends and she’s my chapstick lesbian
The red line is just around the bend
Hey girl, I’m goin out girl
To play the Beastie Boys’ TO ALL THE GIRLS
With another girl, a much cooler girl
And when we get onstage they say HEY… MAAAAAAN
Gonna get my song on the radio
Can I get another one, amen AMEN
Get back, I’m singing Nail the Track
A song that Sam wrote when they were nine or ten
The doors are open and she likes the band
But the fans are weirdos and I’m in a room of
Ska punk skater friends and she’s my chapstick lesbian
The red line is just around the bend
The doors are open and she likes the band
But the fans are weirdos and I’m in a room of
Ska punk skater friends and she’s my chapstick lesbian
The red line is just around the bend
The doors are open and she likes the band
But the fans are weirdos and I’m in a room of
Ska punk skater friends and she’s my chapstick lesbian
The red line is just around the bend
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Professor Goldstein Hyattsville, Maryland
I love pop punk. I love country. I love that every indie band is now trying to be their own take on Weezer and I’d love to find my niche in the Weezer-core genre. Whether it’s a nasally, stream-of-conscious screechfest of a song or a carefully crafted ballad that subtly describes how Dinosaur documentaries shaped my childhood. ... more
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