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Kevin Hart (In Jumanji)
02:58
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You take the art, I'll take the artist
We'll bind em both together and we'll sink them in the yard
Never say their names again, go on with our lives
Sentimental memories, we'll send em off to die
You think your smart, well I'm the smartest
People tell me everyday, I find em in the comments
Something in the sacrilegious angle of the writers
I know they're pedophiles, I know they're liars
Give your life to the clouds in the sky
Pound your body in the earth when you die
Point your thumb to the left or the right
Words are weapons, better run better hide
You bring it hard, I'll bring the hardest
Disseminate the gospel till you wire up my jaw
You'll fuckin love me in the first one-third of jeen-yus
But keep on watching and, you can't unsee it
Give your life to the clouds in the sky
Pound your body in the earth when you die
Point your thumb to the left or the right
Words are weapons, better run better hide
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Single-Issue Voter
04:38
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Put the baby in the back of the car
Finally making our way
Following the falling stars and
Driving out of this state
To a corner of the country
With unregulated air to breathe
Never been the type to find my
Ideology tied
Into the red waves
But my rights are running away
They're getting away from me
In every single thing I see
Finally some silence, the Sunshine State as a place to hide
On the horizon, no more poisoning our minds
Panthers and Lightning, seatbelts off on the 75
Burning gasoline behind us, no more poisoning our bodies
Put the baby in the ballot box, and
Take a photograph of her face
A kid aloft of the law
Every pixel in its right place
Gathering faithfully
Publishing hastily
Finally some silence, the Sunshine State as a place to hide
On the horizon, no more poisoning our minds
Panthers and Lightning, seatbelts off on the 75
Burning gasoline behind us, no more poisoning our bodies
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I been watching never ending stories
I been watching all my time go by
I been watching all the serotonin
Suicidal swan-dive into my eyes
Everybody's got a diagnosis
Everybody's got some quote they like
Everybody's got a graphic designed
captioned frame to flatten out their life
Everywhere you think I live, I don't reside
I been underneath the church and steeple
I been underneath your sweaty hands
I been underneath the power of the
Faithfully folded paper planes of man
Everybody's in the dying business
Everybody's gonna find their plot
Everybody's on the mantle or they're
Digging toward the devil to hide from God
Everything you think I am, that's what I'm not
Every memory I've made, I've long forgot
I been turning every penny over --
I been earning every cent I've got
I been manifesting every single
Twist and turn and angle in the plot
Everybody feels the planets moving
Everybody feels the rising tide
Everybody's in a holding pattern
Circling the sun until they die
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Bodies Colliding
03:41
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The color of the cactus plant, sitting right beside the lamp
Says she needs somewhere warmer
I sit beside her everyday, typing my sentences away
she's crying out, but I just ignore her
Hold me baby, we're not long for this life
Hold on tight, I can feel something dying
Hold me baby, were all bound for the sky
Hold on tight, there are bodies colliding
We cried together for the cat, then the evening after that
Took a call from California
I was living in the past, digging through her photographs
They'll take a life, they don't even warn ya
Hold me baby, we're not long for this life
Hold on tight, I can feel something dying
Hold me baby, were all bound for the sky
Hold on tight, there are bodies colliding
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Routine Layup Eastsound, Washington
Routine Layup is a songwriting project by Justin Cox (Polyorchids/Bad Dads) based on Orcas Island in the PNW.
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Microphones in 2020
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It's a 45-minute ride across the rain soaked Pacific Northwest, from recording studios to showings of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Unlike anything I've ever heard.
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by Walter Etc.
Walter, Etc's impossibly soothing voice takes you through post-relationship reality, with equal parts doom and levity.
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the water, the stars
by Sun Valley Gun Club
I love this record about as much as I've loved any piece of music in the last 10 years. Their next record is probably just as great, but this one caught me at a moment and its place won't be usurped.
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On her fourth album, Jessica Pratt blends up 60s pop and bossa nova into a spooky mix of soft psychedelia.
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The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements.
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Forever Only Idaho
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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