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Original Song Lyrics

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Parking Lot EP (2016)

Parking Lot

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

Nineteen, so mean

Lips that sting like Queen Frostine

She's got an icy disposition

Looked back, told me

She was smoking a carbon black

I said I'll see you in the green room

I need, a lead

To get me back on the track

That I'm banking on

If I unwind

I might just fall apart

I might just fall for his place

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

A stray, no pay

A voice like Marvin Gaye

He's kicking pebbles on his gravestone

Looked up, and prayed

That I would fill his cup

I don't get payed until next Tuesday

I need a lead

To get me back on the track

That I'm banking on

If I unwind

I might just fall apart

I might just fall for this place

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot, parking lot, parking lot

 

Sixth Street

There’s too much noise on sixth street

Like a brick in a washing machine

And the alleys look like bedsheets

Wrinkled in the morning haze of gray routine

The tangerines and coffee,

The sweetest taste could always drive you up the wall

If hunger is a freight train,

Then the pain unfolds the maps of urban sprawl

I’ve made a comeback in a time

Enforced to memorize the lines

Upon the pavement and the page

Behind the scenes and on the stage

Ooh, a fire escapade for two

Ooh, an alley serenade in view

Oh, the modern day brigade, the loudest silence ever made

Came printed on the faded page today

Let the sun slide down the porcelain

Of a cerulean cereal bowl sky

Let it hang for the homeless man

The polished shoes paid by smokes of passerby

You’ll all just turn into suburban fathers

Your claim to game wrapped round your fleeting cigarette

Why have a broken heart-to-heart

When I could always go at you hand-to-hand?

We hold our jackets at the sleeves,

One hand gives while one receives

And though the warmth spreads underneath,

The cold wind nips like wolfish teeth

Ooh, a fire escapade for two

Ooh, an alley serenade in view

Oh, the modern day brigade, the loudest silence ever made

Came printed on the faded page today

The raven’s on the telephone

Nevermore, those frozen talons on the wire

Look upon those avine militants

Touching shoulders like a feathered gothic choir

Even in the depths of winter

Those frigid splinters can’t withstand the warmth we hold

The warpath to destruction

Was paved with good intentions, but not all good is gold

Ooh, a fire escapade for two

Ooh, an alley serenade in view

Oh, the modern day brigade, the loudest silence ever made

Came printed on the faded page today

 

Epitaphs

He's got too much pride

Lord, if you could see it in his navy eyes

Life is never painted in the black and white

Or with the gray between

It's got too much light

Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night

Moon that blinks before the tangerine

And broken stains of morning sky

And scattered on the birch trees

Are the mockingbirds who disagree

On everything that flits to mind

What's lost and what's just hard to find

And blaring on the silver box

Are those who are only there to talk

So I will find a better way to speak

She's got a new fake tan

Drinking pop culture from a silver can

Staring from her bed into a lava lamp

That bubbles up her thoughts

About money and time

Things that share a problematic love life

They'll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife

Just when you hit your prime

And scattered on the dirty streets

Are the broken souls who disagree

And beg for what you're offering

And all the while we're promising

That rain will fall on fertile ground

There's no lost cause that can't be found

So I will find the growth in every seed

Well it's a sketchy scene

Bottlecaps littering the pothole street

Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat

Of nighttime in LA

And in the local park

Boys flinging curse words into the dark

Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts

In duct tape displays

I'm standing by a marble wall

Carving epitaphs of human fault

Why spend my whole life wondering

If I find lies more comforting

How can I invest my faith

If what you give is what you take

But I will try to find the in between

The End

Well I’ve been cooking, looking at the flowers

That line the border of this rusty wall

Well I’ve been fishing, waiting, wishing for hours

For fate to return my long distance call

 Well I don’t want to see

A different side of me

Well I don’t want to spend

All my time waiting for the end

Well it’s been great anticipating the answer

But all I’ve got is a wall of black eyes

I’m trying, applying if I can endure

Another door, another compromise

Well I don’t want to see

A different side of me

Well I don’t want to spend

All my time waiting

Well I don’t want to see

A different side of me

I don’t want to spend

All my time waiting

For the end

 

Turn The Wheel

Strangers at the table, mad before the feast

Heaven’s in the kitchen full of those who’ve had the least

Can’t believe, we take to give and then receive

Breeze unfolds the curtains and the hunger pains

You check your neighbor’s bowl to see what still remains

That’s how it starts, you feed your need for bleeding hearts

It’s just an insecurity, it’s how you feel

Comparing all your flaws to people’s highlight reels

You’ve got your whole life to live without a reason to fear

That you might have less than the person next

So keep it real

Turn the wheel

It’s a universal party, it’s the same refrain

When everybody’s living no one can complain

 “It’s what I earned.” How can you be so unconcerned?

Cause everybody’s saying everything’s just fine

The key to staying strong is knowing when to cry

When things are bleak, to speak your heart is never weak

It’s just an insecurity, it’s how you feel

Comparing all your flaws to people’s highlight reels

You’ve got your whole life to live without a reason to fear

That you might have less than the person next

So keep it real

Turn the wheel

Give what you take and we all take a turn

And the wheel will move on when all of us learn to (x4)

To be as open as a tundra sky

In nothing I have everything, I guess that’s why

It’s nothing new, I give to live and follow through

It’s just an insecurity, it’s how you feel

Comparing all your flaws to people’s highlight reels

You’ve got your whole life to live without a reason to fear

That you might have less than the person next

So keep it real

Turn the wheel

Keep it real

Turn the wheel

 

Michigan And Again

We lay down in the grass

In our nest of sleeping bags

Breathing in the shallow canyon air

The water, 45 degrees

We wade out to the knees

And soak to the sleeves in a semi-aquatic prayer

Great state, what state am I in?

Compass roses bloom again

Home of the water, Canada's daughter

Cradled in a crescent moon grin

Michigan and again and again and again and again

Michigan and again and again and again and again

Soft shoulders of sand dunes

Porcupine cactus flowers bloom

In the dust of the devil's empty living room

Salt silts the flattened land

Time like a snake in the sand

Powdered porcelain in a stranger's hand

Great state, what state am I in?

Compass roses bloom again

Home of the water, Canada's daughter

Cradled in a crescent moon grin

Michigan and again and again and again and again

Michigan and again and again and again and again

Looking down to the high five

Grazing ground to hear the sound of a heavy sigh

Home is where you left your heart behind

Even fortified fossils dissolve over time

When I came home, I went down to the lake

My dad told me he counts up the days

And when I packed my bags, coffee stains of jet lag

There were conifers lining the driveway, whispering

"Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay

Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay"

Great state, what state am I in?

Compass roses bloom again

Home of the water, Canada's daughter

Cradled in a crescent moon grin

Michigan and again and again and again and again (x8)

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