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Words like "freedom"
04:33
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You'll use words like "freedom."
I never know how you mean them.
But you scream and shout.
I never know what you're talking about.
But I can tell it feels good
getting these things out.
We'll use words like "better."
Will we know when you get there?
Will we know how long it takes?
To let you make your own mistakes.
Will we figure it out
before it's too late?
We'll use words like "rehab."
I never knew it was that bad.
I guess i just should have called more.
What the hell were all these stupid friends for?
If we never knew what you meant.
We never knew what you meant.
We never knew what you meant.
We never knew what you meant.
When you used words like "freedom"
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I like trains
04:43
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I like trains.
And sometimes that's the only think I like about myself
I like my guitar.
Sometimes I think it hurts more than it helps
And I like my job,
only about one day in every five
And I like to sleep,
but lately it gets harder every night.
So I like to drink
a little store-brand nyquil in my gin.
And i like to feel
like I'm getting away with something.
I like to feel.
And the geometry of dopamine
can sometimes get the best of me
there are shapes in my head
that don't add up.
Triangles with two right angles
circles that don't touch
turn into spirals
I get stuck.
I like trains.
And sometimes that's the only thing I like about myself
And my guitar -
it tends to make me manic about as often as it helps.
And the highs drive me crazy
as much as the lows,
and the good times keep me
from taking care of those
problems that I know still exist.
That only come out when I feel like shit,
when I feel.
And the subtleties of maladies
can get lost so easily.
You say there's a name
for kids like me?
And just cause I was unaware
well that doesn't mean that I don't care
just blame it on
my ADHD.
I like trains.
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Here even the coyotes have become fishermen.
Where the hot water melts cracks
in the ice.
When it gets too cold
for proper snow to form.
When the days are short.
You can sit here forever and still see nothing.
You can listen for days and not hear a sound.
And there are those
who choose to do just that.
And those that can't go
fishing in the cracks.
Here even the pigeons have looooong shadows.
As they walk along the hospital roof.
Two people were stabbed here just last week.
Not at the same time it was back to back.
You can sit here forever and still see nothing.
You can listen for days and not hear a sound.
But I saw a girl my age
shoot heroin in to her leg.
And it fucked me up real good.
And I will be a fisherman
when it gets too cold to be anything else.
Yeah I will be a fisherman,
when it gets too cold,
too cold
too cold.
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4. |
Pennsylvania Death
03:29
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Saw another car crash yesterday.
On the 101 heading home
from the Dodgers game.
I know someday that could be me.
Holding up traffic
while strangers watch me bleed.
But I don't want to die here in the West.
LA is no place for my weary bones to rest,
take me home.
Let me die
A Pennsylvania Death.
Saw another hundred thousand strangers.
At Venice Beach
they all want to be Lone Rangers.
We just don't want to be ourselves.
That's why we came here,
from everywhere else.
But I don't want to breath my last breath
In LA so I have one final request -
send me home.
Let me die
A Pennsylvania Death
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Lived in this apartment for a year
Finally got some pictures on my wall
Smiling faces of old friends
I know I'd forget to call
Pennsylvania lisence plate
Wonder if you know who's it was?
Wonder if it's obvious
Why now, and why this stuff?
Cause I've gotten enough texts by now
that just say "call me when you can"
To know it usually means that
someone else has died
So I'm scrolling through my useless phone
in the middle of the night
Looking at the names I should have called
when they were alive
And the Doctor Seuss of Death
Will come for all your friends
With his silly bag of tricks
And words that don't make sense
And it starts in the lungs
And moves into the blood
When it gets into the bone
You lose the ones you love
And I've gotten enough text by now
that just say "call me when you can"
To know it usually means that
someone else has died
So I'm scrolling through my useless phone
in the middle of the night
Looking at the names I should have called
when they were alive
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Prairie Dog Boston, Massachusetts
I'm disappointed bandcamp doesn't recognize "shitty sad songs" as it's own genre.
I book DIY shows at my apartment, hit me up - larryboa@gmail.com
Prairie Dog recommends:
Wherever You Go, There You Are
by Art Slob
Gotta love the "New Earl Sweatshirt" reference
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The Way Things Turn Out
by I Wish I Could Skateboard
The part where they say "I wish I could skateboard" is fire
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by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
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Remember That I Love You
by Kimya Dawson
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The freak-folk collective's debut is full of rich, haunted vocals and experimental melodies derived from more traditional idioms
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