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Dog Days
03:45
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Dog days where the water’s glistening
It’s you I fell into
Leaning on that sweet euphoria
My cigarette burned through when you said,
“Always, I’ll love you always
Coast to coast this feeling just can’t fade
And maybe someday on a Monday
We can skip out and live as we choose
Sky high with the blue”
Button up my bomber jacket
I wouldn’t trade this view
30,000 feet beneath us
The busy bees buzz through
Chronological timelines until they flatline
A queen’s never happy by the end of the day
With wind whipping your hair grip the yoke and steer clear
Jet set on into vermillion hues
In perpetual bloom
Skyscraper, how tall is your ceiling?
Reality is nothing but a speck on the pavement
Model cars zoom into suburban dollhouses that glow
Elevate to a top floor perspective
Your feather cascaded cherry picking sneezes
Barbie dolls blow into handkerchiefs hemmed on factory floors
But when dog days turn freezing
Come to bed and kiss me goodnight
Keep me warm ‘til spring
Thaw out when the robin finally sings
Skyscraper, how tall is your ceiling?
Reality is nothing but a speck on the pavement
Model cars zoom into suburban dollhouses that glow
Elevate to a top floor perspective
Your feather cascaded cherry picking sneezes
Barbie dolls blow into handkerchiefs hemmed on factory floors
Parachute from the ceiling
Girl, it’s time to say goodbye
Free fall in between
Taxi drivers honking on the street
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2. |
Human Frailty
03:15
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You say you’re moving on
You don’t have the time for simple songs
We’ve been drifting a little further every day
Lost in outer space
Each night since you’ve been gone
There’s no one around to keep me warm
All this loneliness could bury me alive
Can you quantify all the days that we’ve longed?
For someone, someone
Who melts like ice cream in the sun
Can bear to look and see our human frailty
Our human frailty
I say you’re downright wrong
You never had the taste for jazzy songs
We’d been skirting the old aristocratic ways
Duck walking with grace
Each night I dine alone
The leftover food gets spoiled and cold
Declared DOA but I’ll still leave on the light
In case you realize all the days that we’ve had longed
For someone, someone
Who melts like ice cream in the sun
Can bear to look and see our human frailty
Our human frailty
Queasy from the tea and I feel fine
Colors so brilliant yesterday we wandered blind
Reservations transcended on sight
Hanging onto their ego
Magnets keep them pulled uptight
You tend to hang right on
To my shoulder whistling pretty songs
In REM we’ll both dream up a life
Where we harmonize with the birds who have longed
For someone, someone
Who melts like ice cream in the sun
Can bear to look and see our human frailty
Our human frailty
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3. |
Coney Island
03:13
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Turnstile jumping shoes
Hitch a subway fare to Coney Island
Wonder Wheel
Cotton candy glaze
Carousel organ
Pulsing dragon flame
Sand crusted boardwalk shoes
Carnie punks accost a hot dog vendor
Clouds crash above Atlantic waves
C’est la vie
No use cursing the rain
Decorated kites fly by
Hung on string
Surf’s up
Nathan’s swimming in the bay
Waving bye, bye, bye
At half past midnight
Something’s always in the way
And it’d be nice, so nice
To run and not think twice
Of living out our lonely days
Wipeout on the white-capped waves
Spinning upside down
Downtown we’re burnouts, baby
Flowing through our veins
Red blood the same
Decorated kites fly by
Hung on string
Surf’s up
Betty’s bonnet floats away
Waving bye, bye, bye
At half past midnight
Something’s always in the way
And it’d be nice, so nice
To run and not think twice
Of living out our lonely days
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4. |
07.04.07
04:04
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Lighting fireworks off your father's lawn
Barking dogs cut through the summer fog
Isabel I could be the one for you
All you gotta do is take
All you gotta do is take my hand
Ripped jeans, caffeine, young promises by the pool
I'd give the world to play your fool
Cold shoulders shrugging me off
You told your friends it's a waste of time
Peel back that sunburn
Distort my sight
Isa please don't leave me here
Isa please don't leave me here
Lover I'd fly up to you
Desert the ground
Refute the pull
Faded leaves piled up on the pool house floor
Crunched down to bits by flip flop twirls
Isabel I’d take any kind of trip with you
And we can fly that plane straight through
Roman candle stars are a distant view in the haze
Our temporary getaway
Isa please don’t leave me here
Isa please don’t leave me here
Lover I’d fly up to you
Desert the ground
Refute the pull
Forget the words our tombstone read
Silly girl, spill the milk instead
Lighting fireworks off your father’s lawn
Barking dogs cut through the summer fog
Isabel I could be the one for you
All you gotta do is take
All you gotta do is take
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5. |
Postcard From Tokyo
04:37
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It could have been the city
Old trains passing through
Reflections in my window
Staring back at you
It could have been the times
We lost the lights below
Make believe in somewhere else
Somewhere we could go
You're up in the sky
On a 195
Could you circle around?
Instead of coming down
Not too long ago
I got your postcard from Tokyo
And the words they read just like a voice
That I heard so long ago
The shadows in my dreams
Are calling out to me goodbye
I hear your voice once again
I felt that storm subside
You're up in the sky
On a 195
Could you circle around?
Instead of coming down
Paper skyline that you call home
Basking in the moonlight
Painted picture from where you've gone
Horizon streaked with white
Cloudy scars of an aeroplane
Haloed in the sunshine
Cursive words read,
"I wish you were here, come look me up sometime"
Don't worry baby, I'll come through
And when I do I intend to call on you
Cabin pressure formulated charm
"It's nice to see you, has it been so long?
Take a walk to clear my jet lagged mind
City lights blur in and out of time
Red balloon leaking it's helium charm
"It's great to see you, hope it won't be so long"
So long...
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Whiskey Autumn Denver, Colorado
Combining retro jangle with a modern beat, Whiskey Autumn blurs genre lines to create surf dream pop
psychedelia.
Hailing from Denver, CO, Whiskey Autumn consists of multi-instrumentalists Greg Laut and Jason Paton. The band's new album, Modern Doubt, is scheduled to drop on April 12, 2019.
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