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A Late Shift
02:16
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He was rough on a smooth god
He's a barrow of loose sod
He's signing up on a wait list
For a late shift to begin
He's only leaving cause he's forced to
He's learning dads can get divorced too
He's showing up on a waitlist
For a late shift to begin
Everybody wants nothing to believe in
Everybody wants to wait until next season
Everyone wants to shop for supplies
For the garden that grows behind their eyes
He's finally getting to bed at night
He's finally getting his meds right
He's moving upon the wait list
For a late shift to begin
Everybody wants nothing to believe in
Everybody wants to try again next season
Everyone wants their hair to recede
Everybody wants someone to need
He's making out like a bandit
Makes it look like he planned it
He's at the top of the waitlist
For a late shift to begin
He's coming next on the waitlist
For a late shift to begin
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2. |
Sweet Paprika
03:04
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You had a point
You knocked my block
I got the goulash in the crock
Come and get it
Ring my bell
and the world might see
A sensual side of falconry
And when the hood comes off
You'll always remember it
I get a little bit lonesome looking for the sweet paprika
I get a little bit
I get a little bit handsome looking for the sweet paprika
I get a little bit
I turn it inside out
I get a lot
I'm sorry lady
if you think it's long
When I play my favorite dragon song
You missed the good part
I'll flip it over again
It's a libertarian fantasia
On rational themes
Spinning out for the girl of my dreams
Oh my god
Where'd you go?
I get a little bit lonesome looking for the sweet paprika
I get a little bit
I get a little bit handsome looking for the sweet paprika
I get a little bit
I turn it inside out
I get a lot
I get a little bit lonesome looking for the sweet paprika
I get a little bit
I'm a lurker at the threshold looking for the sweet paprika
I get a little bit
I get a lot
I turn it inside out
I'll get it next time
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There's a place where we can go
Every couple nights or so
It's a teenage beach behind the pickle factory
You didn't look so well
Drinking from a mollusk shell
I said hello and then you quacked at me
Now I love you
Always will do
Onion whiskey Beach Party Boy
When you can see straight
You'll see that we're great
Onion Whiskey Beach Party Boy
I showed you to your car
I showed you who you are
Cause you didn't really seem to know
I took you to meet my mom
Then I took you to the prom
And then to a Major Metals show
Now I love you
Always will do
Onion Whiskey Beach Party Boy
You're my wet dream
We make a great team
Onion Whiskey Beach Party Boy
The way you looked at me with your eyes half open
I rolled you on your side to stop you choking
It's as plain as love can be
Now you're driving next to me
What's in the middle of the road?
How I loved you
Always will do
Onion Whiskey Beach Party Boy
When you went blind
I wasn't far behind
Onion Whiskey Beach Party Boy
We had our last dance
In an ambulance
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4. |
Lemmings
03:33
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Everybody's paying up their dairy bill
Everybody's wondering if I won't or will
But you can't bring my eggs
Without breaking a bunch of legs
I'll head on over to the barbecue
Everybody's dancing to the chop and screw
I gotta slow my roll
i gotta get on crunk patrol
Spanish Bilbo bangs the gong
and it feels like fifty million lemmings might be wrong
The children tried to sing along
But it felt like fifty million lemmings might be wrong
I'm a little short on ready cash
But maybe I could take you for some dine and dash
I know a three-star place
If you think you can keep my pace
And later on I'm mixing up some purple drank
All I'm ever asking is for please and thank
We can pass out where we fall
Till everybody's wall to wall
Spanish Bilbo bangs the gong
and it feels like fifty million lemmings might be wrong
The children tried to sing along
But it felt like fifty million lemmings might be wrong
They might be wrong
They might be wrong
And it feels like fifty million lemmings might be wrong
Fucking children tried to fucking sing along
And it felt like fifty million lemmings might be wrong
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The cop rides the horse
The horse rides the bike
It's the best of the two kinds of cops that I like
Cause horse cops are faster
Than robbers on foot
And bike cops are too
And that's why we are putting
The horse on the bike
And the cop on the horse
Cause a bike would fall off
Of the top of a horse
And if you stack them up right
By the end of the night
We will all have to stop doing crime
The horse on the bike
And the cop on the horse
Cause the bikes all fell off
Of the tops of the horses
And if you stack them up right
By the end of the night
We will all have to stop doing crime
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Major Metals Brooklyn, New York
A lofi COVID musical project mostly by Nate Kushner.
I mostly write songs about a weird person having a weird day, but I tries to make them slap.
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Every song takes twists and turns that you can’t predict. Exhilarating and chilled out at the same time. I’d ordered the LP within about the first minute.
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Might be showing my ass here with this early millennium pitchforky selection, but it’s great. Music + sound collage combined in really tuneful and often hilarious ways.
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Great reverby power trio singer-songwriter sound. Wonderful singer. They go by the name Leathered as of recently, and I look forward to what happens to them.
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Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs."
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Alicia Bognanno hasn’t strayed from her ‘90s grunge influences, but she’s added in a little pop-punk pizzazz.
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