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Serving Money
03:11
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I’ve been running through the streets now darling
Got some serving money so I’m better off
Couple nights of broken glasses
Broke my soul, but at least I’m better off
Now I’m ready for whatever this night brings,
I’ve got change
She’s been here for twenty fucking years,
And she hates each day but loves the pay.
I’ve been running all your table darling,
Give you time to mend that broken heart
You had met him as a high school freshman,
Shoulda’ listened to your mamma you were better off,
On your own
Now I’m ready for whatever this night brings,
I’ve got change
She’s been here for twenty fucking years,
And she hates each day but loves the pay.
It’s the sign of the times
A little cash to get by,
And we walk a fine line
Anything for a line
I would leave this place, but the money’s in the way
And it’s asking for another round
Lord have mercy,
Serving money,
I won’t ever leave this town
I’ve been running through the streets now darling
Got some serving money so I’m better off
Couple nights of broken glasses
Broke my soul, but at least I’m better off
Now I’m ready for whatever this night brings,
I’ve got change
She’s been here for twenty fucking years,
And she hates each day but loves the pay.
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Maria
03:52
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Darling I love you and I never say that
Venus De Milo your arm's in my bear trap
I can't stop picturing you in my frame
Oil and acrylic and screaming my name
Talking to heads as I turn up The News
Plastic the couches and bleach for the clues
Please come on in I've been pacing a ditch
No don't go in there do not flip that switch!
Really Maria you blame my libido
You wanted DaVinci but got a Devito
Just like the others you'll hang on my wall
But now that you're here,
I don't see it at all.
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3. |
Neighbourhood Watch
02:33
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I’m the neighborhood watch, I work alone
I smell like horseshit and cologne
I heard her say in that whisper tone
I can't get by with this bag of bones,
I’m the neighborhood watch, I work from home,
I swear I’m someone you used to know
Maybe it’s the flannel and the salt around your crusty sleeves
Or maybe it’s the frost on my glass playing
Tricks on me
I’m willing to die for any old cause
So long as it starts with a bang, and it ends in applause
Now I’m out of work cause nobody’s got the guts
To come and give me an uppercut
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4. |
Jill
04:12
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You’re like a villain
What with your cape and your greasy smile
Should have been obvious
Your palm reading was ominous
Hospital vision
You’re waiting for your emergency
Double admission
An eye for an eye and I forgot to be me
I thought it felt different but I’m
Learning nothing’s changed
I thought I could read you
But I’m staring through the page
You’re killing me softly with your
Apathetic gaze
The war is still the same
Guess I’ll give my hand a name
Room by the greenhouse
5 in the morning sun still down
Last night was horrible
But making up is better than the couch
My head was backwards
Watching you walk away from me
The evening was rolling
As the waves pulled all the shit to sea
I thought it felt different but I’m
Learning nothing’s changed
I thought I could read you
But I’m staring through the page
You’re killing me softly with your
Apathetic gaze
The war is still the same
I guess I’ll give my hand a name
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Sleepy Kicks Halifax Regional Municipality, Nova Scotia
Sleepy Kicks are indie garage music makers from Dartmouth, NS.
Pay sucks but the perks suck too.
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