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1988
03:33
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Sixteen on seventeen is frankly overrated
I'm not jaded but I'd rather be 34 or maybe 51
That sounds more like fun to my ears
These years kind of get to me
I mean frankly Mr. Shankly
I'm enjoying you now but you have to take a bow
because I have it on good authority
I'm going to be embarrased of you
I won't bring '88 back you can't make me
I won't bring '88 back you can't fade me
I won't bring '88 back if you made me
That's my hot take, see?
I'm still a virgin for two more years
What'm I fearing, what'm I crying about?
What kind of version am I? Why do I feel the need to cry?
I've still got Atlanta to look forward to
I've still got Bowie to look forward to
Tell me what I've got to look forward to
Only my future!
You couldn't pay me to bring '88 back
You couldn't pay me to bring '88 back
I wouldn't bring '88, I thought '88 was wack
but now I look backwards and wonder why I can't go back
There's worse things
than being 16 in 1988
Try being 17 in 1988
There's worse things
than being 17 in 1988
Try looking backwards from the future
and wondering what the hell happened
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2. |
Always Tomorrow
04:02
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Every wonderful toy seduces us
Makes us think we’re keeping up
Making time and making money
Shades ready every time it’s sunny
It’s always tomorrow
on the other side of the world
Here I’m a boy and there you’re a girl
and the map don’t fold so the distance just gets old
It’s always tomorrow
on the calendar where we track
how long apart and when we get back
since the map don’t fold and the distance just gets old
All the technology never stops
Can’t fight the bad guys or the cops
Taking space and taking options
Away from all the would-be top guns
It’s always tomorrow
on the other side of the world
Here I’m a boy and there you’re a girl
and the map don’t fold so the distance just gets old
It’s always tomorrow
on the calendar where we track
how long apart and when we get back
since the map don’t fold and the distance just gets old
The only way out for the way we love each other is through
But forward motion only works with love to look forward to
It’s always tomorrow
on the other side of the world
Here I’m a boy and there you’re a girl
and the map don’t fold so the distance just gets old
It’s always tomorrow
on the calendar where we track
how long apart and when we get back
but tickets go unsold and even warm hearts grow cold
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3. |
Best Of Both Wars
04:33
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We wouldn’t be fighting like this
If we didn’t believe it all mattered
We wouldn’t be so far from a kiss
Bodies and reputations shattered
Once upon a time all we knew was peace
Somewhere down the line it’ll just be pieces
Love was supposed to bring out
The best of us the best in us
Love would open windows and doors
Love was supposed to win out
Now we know there’s no rest for us
All we’re left with is the best of both wars
We wouldn’t be fighting like this
If we didn’t believe it all mattered
We wouldn’t be so far from a kiss
Bodies and reputations shattered
When it all began love could never cease
Somehow it comes and goes as it pleases
Love was supposed to bring out
The best of us the best in us
Love would open windows and doors
Love was supposed to win out
Now we know there’s no rest for us
All we’re left with is the best of both wars
And someday I’ll be fine
Someday you’re going to be
Something else to someone else
Some other way but until that day
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4. |
Hashtag
04:54
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I dream in data I dwell in doubt
I fear one day they're gonna find me out
I dream in footage I dwell on fate
One day causation's gonna correlate
Will I creep up your columns
Will you find me in your feed
When I wake up as a hashtag
When I'm planted like a seed
Will you challenge the injustice
When it's just us that we see
All our friends and enemies
And y'all's memories of me?
I dream acceleration but dwell in mass
I fear I'll be forced to tell them all at last
I dream in futility I dwell in regret
They'll prosecute what I cannot protect
I dream in fine print and I dwell in margin
I fear devices I should always be charging
I dream of waking up in a cold cold sweat
To every execution I always expect
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5. |
Lay Down The Law
03:30
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You sit in your robe in your chair in the courtroom
A look of pure doom hanging high on your brow
You're handing down rulings you weren't fooling
When you said you had something for em all now
But to lay down the law you have to be careful
To lay down the law you can't just be blind
Good for goodness sake or it's more than I can take
To lay down the law you'll find you have to be kind
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6. |
Maybe Once
04:09
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I root hard for love when I hear my friends are in it
I root hard for my kin when it lands out of nowhere
Every infatuation they wish lasted more than minutes
Every tiny flirtation they recall decades after it’s over
It could be weeks it could be years it could be months
It could be forever could be maybe never maybe once
You hold off on love because you see it leave ‘em cold
You hold off on lust because you know it doesn’t last
Every hand or mouth north or south seems bought and sold
Every eye or tongue old or young you wait until it’s past
It could be weeks it could be years it could be months
It could be forever could be maybe never maybe once
We’ll know soon about love and which one of us is wise
We’ll know soon whose approach is safer and smarter
Every bet that we made, the winner won’t be a surprise
Every life prophesies provides proof from start to departure
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7. |
Mistaken For Fireworks
05:29
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Somebody's got a gun
He thinks by pulling it out
That he will be the one
To prove what it's all about
As if you can end a life
The same as an argument
So when you hear the sound
You don't know which way to run
You're trying to figure out
Which way it's coming from
You don't want to find out
Whether the bullets on the way
Are scheduled to meet with you
Or consider if it's cruel coincidence
That lies in wait and lingers and lurks
Until it's time to make you wince
At what's mistaken for fireworks
When all the shooting's done
All the echoes reverberate
And you survived that one
And you think it should feel great
But you only feel more afraid
Of what's only been delayed
See, you get to stick around
Look up at those flags unfurled
Whistle with a tuneless sound
About this big beautiful world
You helped make it what it is
So why would you walk away
From what's meant to meet with you
Or consider if it's cruel coincidence
That lies in wait and lingers and lurks
Until it's time to make you wince
At what's mistaken for fireworks
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8. |
You Want What You Want
04:06
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It's how you know it's not working for you
Beside a nice view you are onto the next
Beside a nice body is it time to have sex
If it's not working then that's how you know
The ghost of everything is gonna haunt
Because that is just what good ghosts do
They're the reason you want what you want
Why what you’ve got you look right through
It's how you feel if something's wrong
A cute picture captured then add a cool filter
Acute observations but you are still off-kilter
If something's wrong then it's how you feel
Desire leaves all these
traces of energy behind
It's what makes malls
so spooky when empty
Desire lasts the longest
For things you don't find
On shelves or on stalls
Or discount to tempt you
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Saint and Kings San Pablo, California
I’m a singer-songwriter using guitars and keyboards to craft distinctive dispatches from intimate interiors, vast exteriors and all points in between. Drawing on years of pop, soul, indie, folk and dance-music fandom, I try to turn observations and narratives into succinct sonic snapshots. ... more
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