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If you really need to be seen…
Don't worry… Somebody will click on what you got.
And if it hits the spot, you could be an internet star.
Be happy…You could be the hands that make food porn
And get sponsored by Acura, a corporate penny in your bucket.
Keep tracking…analytics and ads that they can't skip, cross-platform marketed.
So have you ever seen the sun? I mean really really seen the sun?
Yeah That's what I thought.
Could you see your words in blog posts?
Opinions? …You got 'em. And what else could you need?
If people will hear your screams.
Have you ever been a martyr?
It's easy…
Just don't be afraid of your own thoughts and, oh yeah, the dying part
Have we ever seen the sun? I mean really really seen the sun?
Yeah That's what I thought.
Pump the brakes for just a second
Be honest…we’d do what we can to strike it rich. It’s our voluntary imprisonment.
Did you ever take the mask off?
In the end, did someone see you down to your core?
I'll wait while you think some more.
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Every day I wake
born into the day
flipping through the stupid shit designed to keep me numb or so I say
a fantastic excuse to play
Every little thing
taken as a gift
taken with the heartbeat that I can so clearly feel through your ribs
can still feel you bite my lip
I need a break I’m feeling bruised
I need to wake the love I never used
She only wants bass within a groove
To feel like winners ‘til we lose
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Elena
04:44
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A sweet nothing is said
Meant nothing by it
Left scratching her head
Yeah that's the ticket
Bark up the wrong tree
Shake off all the fruit that you see
Say you're the best
Let's put it to the test
Before we start a riot
Elena, do you know where your fate lies?
A vague promise met
Sure it was lucky
A scratch on the chest
Yeah that went by me
We’re dogs on the street
Bark at every person we see
But this is our mess
Get back into our nest
Nobody does it better
Elena, do you know where your fate lies?
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[Fate]
01:31
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Stags
03:37
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Ohh cuz how could I when you like guys who drive lifted pickups and park like dipshits
drank thru college, paddled freshmen
Look right through you, Never listen
didn’t vote (didn’t like his options)
pink polos (ba dum chh)
A Guy at whom you
Roll your eyes, with
hands on hips
Like a teevee wife
When you could have a man who can’t commit with ease
a hipster kid
judgmentally took myers-briggs/knows what it means
and overthinks the smallest things and looks at you
so lovingly like that’s enough
A Guy at whom you
Roll your eyes, with
hands on hips
Like a teevee wife
You're living in our vanity
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Time Will Be Our Judge
02:55
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Got nothing in my hands, no more to give to you.
I gave in to your demands.
There’s nothing more to do.
Oh if i can’t be your man, I know just what I would lose.
So help me understand whatever gets you through.
So I know that you care
If time would be our judge, I hope it’s not watching this.
Shit. Yeah I’ve been in love but that’s not what this is.
It’s perilous at night at least a night like this.
don’t give up the firelight.
the crackle and the hiss.
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Reset
05:06
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Long before the long haul, I was waiting by the window for my second take…or another drink…or some other thing that fits the purpose of this exercise.
Oh I need a reset…or a low rate with no interest.
Like a corny sequel, it’s not over yet. Come on people, play ‘til you’re dead.
The salve that calmed my body and the highlight reel that plays on repeat. Plenty of laughs with some fuzzy math and the lonesome task of avoiding feeling blue.
Oh I need a reset…or a low rate with no interest.
Like a greedy sequel, it’s not over yet. Come on people, play ‘til you’re dead.
Karma or money, love and regret, we’ve all been assigned our debt. We grew accustomed to the ghouls in our midst and settled on watching them. But I can’t bear any longer to watch Frankenstein’s monster put on the ritz. Come on people, we’re writhing in fits. Come on people, play ‘til you’re dead.
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A Fully-formed Ego
02:35
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You're Killin' Us, Kid
03:33
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Someone’s pleased with themselves
Positivity sells.
We know you'll succumb to the wants and needs of everyone
You're killing us kid.
Our tongues are tied so now is not the time to throw a fit.
Get over it.
Do you know what to do when we’re looking at you?
Dont you know you’re a joke?
Yet you think you’re such a masterstroke.
You’re killing us kid.
What's taking so long?
Something you forgot while riding a high?
Filling up with smoke while putting out the fire.
You’re killing us kid
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C'mon Man
03:04
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Coke and lime with a little something extra
Great divide.
Are you gonna take the picture?
A time I'm told is worthy of celebration
Damage report: I've still got my shoes on
What did I come here for?
Some controlled demolition.
A place I'm told is worthy of visitation
It's all by design, to trust nearly everyone.
Just know it's still so silly and absurd even without all the filters on.
I guess we'll soldier on…
Save to our camera rolls…
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Changeling
02:52
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Weight of the world
Corporate in case
Stay in the lines
Cling to a champion to champion.
Could it be a tender mess?
Could there be more to it than this?
Hard not to appreciate
All that you've done
All that you will do
Pill-popping merit
Chase it with love
Cling to a champion to champion.
Could it be a tender mess?
I’d like to think so.
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When the drug wears off, the honeymoon ends.
Did you get what you want?
Do I feel content?
A bit too eager to believe in my disbelief.
The second hand waves at me.
I didn't mean to cause that scene, but it was you who stole the show.
Been crossing arms and twiddling thumbs
“Been better how are you?”
–“I've been better”
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Local Phonies New York, New York
Jon + Conor grew up together.
Jon's in New York. Conor's in Massachusetts.
They are Local Phonies.
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Sunday Wiretap
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electronic music for your long drives.
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Haunting, delicate music, where sweeping strings surround hushed, searching vocals; hypnotic, deeply felt, and riveting.
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