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Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine.
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government.
Under streetlights in the avenues I've got nothing to lose.
Under streetlights in the avenues I've got nothing to lose.
I've got nothing to lose.
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Collective Ignorance
02:40
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Basically its evolution
Ignorant of paths we're choosing
Those who shape the future shouldn't be
Boxed into our private worlds
Supporting things that we don't know could be supporting everything we hate
Experiences seem dishonest
I don't have what TV promised
I'm a product of my time
I'm a product of my time
Minds all pointed to the West we share collective ignorance
(our egocentric view disguised as progress)
Nations kill for Gods and greed, Earth is stripped and left no seed
It starts with socially constructed needs
Experiences seem dishonest
No one has what TV promises
We're the products of our time
We're the products of our time
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The Great Green Nothing
02:30
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The stars align like road signs but the radio still played nothing new
I danced till 10 when I was 12
I wish you could've been there too
Over your shoulder
Off in the Distance
I wrote a song in a past life and called it the great green nothing
Your chasing everything but it won't be the same then you're alone
The night falls, the day breaks
I can still hear an echo, the paint under the gesso
I can still hear an echo, the paint under the gesso
Ever get the feeling you've been cheated was the greatest line
I guess I don't understand with my small town mind
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Song Idea #1
02:11
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So smooth so smooth so smooth.... etc
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Paddling Tom's Canoe
02:10
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Living in a ditch behind a rich man's kitchen
No eyes for seeing no hearts that's beating
I left my neighborhood
I couldn't tell bad from good
Its always there until its gone
Countless moons but no clover
Started a maze and I can't start over
Paddling Tom's Canoe
Things I never thought were true
They never come until they do
Memories only last so long
When will all of hers be gone
You're always right until you're wrong
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I'd Love to Folk You
00:53
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Dance and laugh and play. Ignore the message we convey.
It seems we're only here to entertain.
A rebellion cut-to-fit. I refuse to be the soundtrack to it.
While we entertain we're still knee-deep in shit.
There's something wrong inside.
We've played it safe, enjoyed the ride.
You won't like this but I've something to confide.
We stand for something more than a faded sticker on a skateboard.
Now we've rained on your parade and we're out the door.
And I don't even care any fucking more.
Witness this pair in accomplice.
Witness this pair; lethargic, unconscious.
No brows furrowed in question, complacent, completing their tasks
(no questions asked)
Consider this critic a cretin,
Just resting on laurels completely invented.
Word acrobatics performed with both harness and net.
I am so full of shit.
But I will remain until this self-awareness fades
Until I defeat the purpose of this soapbox that you made.
That you made.
Hope, perseverance, a vision (some doubt).
Green ink, a 26 oz., a bad case of big-mouth.
A sum of our parts and I've never laughed harder.
A song in our hearts and I've never laughed harder.
It don't really matter 'cause nothing's ever felt as right as this.
(by the way, I stole this riff)
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Song Idea #2
01:07
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Its ok. Its alright. It just takes time.
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