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If I Had To Choose
02:18
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If I had to choose between making lots of money
And staying here with you, I’d probably take the money
Then I’d buy another house, ask you to come stay with me
And if you didn’t like it, we’d buy another down the street
Our bedroom would be huge, you’d finally get your office
We’d invest all our money and make a ton of profit
And the dogs would have their own room, anything they wanted
And we’d walk them every day ‘cause we wouldn’t have to go to work
Electric car, a new guitar, a fancy fridge, and a mini bar
It’s all stainless steel and we’d keep it real
In our king sized bed, yeah you know the deal
If I had to choose between being realistic
And dreaming through the day, I’d say who am I kidding
‘Cause I love our shitty house, it’s got everything I want
And I can’t wait to come home every day at 5 o’clock
We’ll be fixing walls and painting, scoring, marking
We’ll be hugging in the halls while both the dogs are barking
We’ll be staying up til two, and waking up with headaches
Then we’ll shuffle to the kitchen, make breakfast in the microwave
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Little Birdie
02:31
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Little birdie, little birdie,
fly down and sing your song.
I've a short while to be here
and a long time to be gone.
Little birdie, little birdie,
how do you fly so high?
It's because I have a true heart
and I do not care to die.
Little birdie, little birdie,
why are your wings so blue?
From a lifetime of grieving,
of grieving over you.
Little birdie, little birdie,
fly down and sing your song.
I've a short while to be here
and a long time to be gone.
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3. |
Shut Up (Please)
02:59
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If I relax, it won’t come into clear
I’m not a good dog, and I don’t want a beer
When I arrive, I know that you’ll know
But I won’t try to fight it, or put on a show
She’s in the bathroom and I’ve got the blues
Standing around in uncomfortable shoes
Left alone with nothing to say
Talking in circles, no claim to be made
(Shut Up) you’ve got words in your mouth
If you could please close it, no more would come out
(Shut Up) a concise way to say
If you could stop talking, that would be great
When we show up we’ll succumb to demands
The posturing friendships, the shaking of hands
We’ll make it work for the rest of the day
But when we get home you know we’ll throw it away
She’s in the bathroom and I’ve got the blues
Standing around in uncomfortable shoes
Left alone with nothing to say
Talking in circles, no claim to be made
(Shut Up) you’ve got words in your mouth
If you could please close it, no more would come out
(Shut Up) a concise way to say
If you could stop talking, that would be great
/Please shut up/
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4. |
Paint Drip
03:10
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Looking at the paint drip
Right behind the toilet
I know that it’s messing with you
Crooked bathroom mirror
Things are getting clearer
Wish that there was something to do
When you’re bored
This house turns into stone
In a similar way
To how we made it a home
Underscored
All the things that you feel
They’re so many and none
Like they’re not even real
Washer-dryer hook up
Guess I’ll fill my own cup
Let’s avoid a biblical scene
We should put it right here
Let’s call it a night, dear
I don’t even know what you mean
Won’t get bored
Got my own little dome
Guess I’ll crawl up inside
And make myself right at home
Underscored,
All the things that could be
They’re so many and none
Simultaneously
I never had that thought before
I wonder why she doesn’t mind, I said
Forget it all, electrify
Key to the kite
We’re gonna fry my life and times
When you’re bored
This house turns into stone
In a similar way
To how we made it a home
Underscored
All the things that you feel
They’re so many and none
And all of them are real
/Looking at the paint drip/
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5. |
Nine-Hour Drive
03:40
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When you lie and decide
To emerge for the day
There’s a look in your eyes
That way
When you finally arrive
There’s some veil of success
Like a 9-hour drive
Busted
Webster Dictionary coming out of your head
You’re so smart and scary, bet you didn’t know that
I’ve been waiting for ya
Hard to explain it for ya
I’ve been slowly reeling
We’ll find a deeper feeling
When your light isn’t there
Like it left on a breeze
There’ll be no one to care
Feed me
When the harmony stops
Hits me straight in the heart
I guess I’ll have to do
My part
Webster Dictionary coming out of your head
You’re so smart and scary, bet you didn’t know that
I’ve been waiting for ya
Hard to explain it for ya
I’ve been slowly reeling
We’ll find a deeper feeling
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6. |
The Death of the Moth
03:13
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I’m sitting in the living room
The numbers filter past on my screen
The world is blowing up on the news
But I don’t even take it seriously
I guess I’ll sit and watch the TV
Waiting for the world to collapse
It’ll really be exhausting for me
And I’ll probably end up taking a nap
Doctor told me
To turn my head and cough
What was the point?
Feels just like the death of the moth
People outside starting to scream
The sky’s getting increasingly gray
It puts into perspective for me
All the stupid things we did everyday
We waited at the DMV
We killed our brains by living online
We worked for forty hours a week
And most of us just barely survived
Culture warned me
To play my insecurities off
What was the point?
Feels just like the death of the moth
// All the things you did were just a waste of your time
Working through the pain for all the years of your life
Could have spent your energy walking your dog,
or helping your mom,
or writing a song //
Sha-la-la, the death of the moth
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7. |
Ashton
03:54
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Ashton, Ashton
Six feet tall, and making calls
Ashton, Ashton
Don’t think you’ll impress them all
You had dreams of being a star
Wanted to spend your life on stage
Dudes like you don’t get very far
You had to suit up and act your age
Ashton, Ashton
Struck down by economy
Ashton, Ashton
Jaded by the industry
You tried hard, you gave it a shot
Despite your best, couldn’t break the mold
Sometimes you’ll end up a have-not
And punch the clock till you get old
So when it hurts, just buy more shirts
And let it go
Take comfort in the fact
That you’ve got money to blow
Ashton, Ashton
Life is strange, and people change
Ashton, Ashton
But there’s no shame in staying the same
You’ve let people from out of the blue
Change your face, the clothes you wear
Sometimes you’ve just gotta do you
Make your space, forget who cares
/Who cares/
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Folky indie-rock with a prog twist.
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