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Pink Like Smog
04:30
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I saw your sweater on the chair, green and folded like a cat. Smell of love, smell of fear and warm beer, our summertime nightmare. Our bodies tall and pink like smog. With our crooked eyes we watched the halogen trees move only inches. Lock the doors and hit the trenches!
Yeah, but they’re catching on! I can see the shadows across the lawn. Yeah, but they‘re catching on! What we gonna do now that summer‘s gone?
I touched your hand then moved away, you wore my yellow shirt everyday. Time has come for manufactured thrills, but time heals and time kills, and I’m dyin'.
Yeah, but they’re catching on! I can see the shadows across the lawn. Yeah, but they’re catching on! What we gonna do now that summer’s gone? Yeah, but there‘s something wrong! You said I was king, but I’m just a pawn placed upon this golden memory, to look upon your frozen face Because I wanted you to jump, and you wanted me to stay.
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The sound of your sandals hitting the wood floor in my kitchen, my fevered condition had started this mission. The smell of dead seagulls in the bathroom by the ocean, and you had the notion the end was approaching. Your aqua eyes have swam away
Peepers burn from the smoke and belly hurts from the joke. A party broke out at the fight last night!
Shoot-out in heaven, they’re filing chapter eleven and the huddled hoodrats are still yearning to breath
Your aqua eyes have swam away (liars haze and power plays)
Your aqua eyes have swam away (I hope it’s just a phase)
Your aqua eyes have swam away (I can’t keep the dogs at bay)
Right before we lost the war, how many tanks were at your door? Right before we lost the war, the glass was half-full and ready to pour (this is how we do it)
Take the knife from my back, but the money in the bag! Goose-step into the sunset!
Here comes the new old-time religion! Yeah!
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Ecorse Fireworks
03:30
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Ecorse fireworks are bleeding red and yellow on the floor
Clapping hands in the stands for the Caesar’s sick commands
Toxic wine, it’s party time/Smack our eyes until they shine
Handcuffed to the bed as the house goes up in flames
Ecorse fireworks are bleeding red and yellow on the floor
Ancient yards, drinking mates burning swingsets in their wake
We shout out from the deep while she drinks and dreams of sleep
Hand on cheek, skin and bones
Ecorse fireworks are bleeding red and yellow on the floor
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Avery
04:02
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It’s just the usual dilution, a particular insertion. To watch your painful smoking. I really thought we could beat this
You are my medication, my drunken dedication. You are my medication, my midnight destination
And I’ve been scheming for hours, picking teams and flowers
Can you hear the distant hand claps? Explain this shady broadcast
You are my medication, my midnight destination. You are my medication, my one-time education
Avery, why are you crying? I promise I’ll stop lying
You are my medication, my one-time education. You are my medication, my dying inspiration
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Small Storm
04:23
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Birthday cakes at Irish wakes. He likes his name and Christmas trees on fire
A dizzy dream: insurgent’s sting and medical devices for your psyche
Had enough? Oh my god, I’ve had enough
Is this how it feels to lose it?
I am feeling pixelated. I don’t want to feel pixelated anymore
As we slide into the ocean, we will take a final breath
Before we charge this vacation, we will stay and applaud the sunset
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SPY ISLAND Los Angeles, California
Spy island is a band/shut-in collective. Caffeinated cellar dwellers. They live in Portland, OR and Los Angeles.
New album in the works.
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