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Coxswain
02:41
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Lori Laughlin’s daughter is a coxswain
She never pulled a paddle but aunt Becki found a way
To push her boat across a dirty lake
Eighty-thousand dollars sianara
Don’t know what I’m doing but I’m worried about tomorrow
And I’m a sucker for the shiny and the hollow
I’m a sucker for a placard on a wall
Someone in this room has got the answers
They're sharpening the pencils and drawing lines to Stanford
Just a Housewife and a mother with a ladder
Bury me in this Great Recession
Got me and the economy depressed again
Pulling pennies paying San Francisco rent
Fuck you Sallie every time you cash these checks
I pour myself a drink and scroll through Netflix
The cop from Stranger Things and some Director of Athletics
Selling scholarships to the rich and the semi famous
That’s when I learned Lori Laughlin’s daughter was a coxswain
It’s really called a coxsun but her daughter never was one
Nothing matters we’re all paddling into nothing
This is you’re debt just keep on rowing you’ll get somewhere
This is you’re debt just keep on rowing you’ll get somewhere
This is you’re debt just keep on rowing you’ll get somewhere
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God With a Capital G
03:16
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Start my day with a palmful of vitamins
And bend my body into the carpet
Sit on my bed and push the blood to my knee
Can finally bend it but its best days are gone
If you wanna move on you better stretch out your body
You’re only breaking apart with every notch on the wall
When you get high you talk, but always look up to see
if anybody is laughing
When you spell God you do it with a capital G
But you’re not looking too happy
Saying prayers for your friends if that’s a word you can call them
Just the people you knew when you had no choice at all
Skipping rocks in a line
They’re alive then they die
And then they live another life
Fixing your eyes on the tilt of the planet
And moving with the turn of the ball
Spend every night getting wasted and wishing
On the stars that you know never will fall
And if you wanted your freedom why’d you move to an island?
Unless your version of free is getting rinsed in the rain
Skipping rocks in a line
They’re alive then they die
Skipping rocks in a line
They’re alive then they die
And then they live another life
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The Dog's Behavior
04:29
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I don’t need to see another bite
To know that we’re all losing sleep at night
Draw the bugs into the light
Everybody gets terrified sometimes
I don’t wanna spin out my life
Turning over loads of laundry in my mind
We fold our problems in a pile
Pull the sheets around and say goodnight
I don’t wanna worry about the dog’s behavior
I don’t wanna wonder if I’m a shitty neighbor
I don’t wanna put the battle off till later
I just wanna take you on a walk
I just wanna lay around in talk
I just wanna pull the pressure off
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Off to the War
03:03
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We’re burning up energy slowly paying no mind to the passing time
Trying not to get fed up, never making our bed up or even leaving the house
Pushing our way through the winter, and we’re supplementing sunshine with vitamin D pills
Taking in breaths, what we got left is springing up from the ground
We’re turning our homes into messes and laughing at god as if he’d ever bless us
We can empty the bottle and dig into the bottom, strip the roots from the ground
Peel back the old linoleum away from the concrete that’s coldly holding
Take a knife to the bedrock, we’re in with the modern, and we're out with the rot
We thought about telling you something of substance, after 30 odd year of floating above it
But don’t you dare quote us, don’t you even think of writing it down
We got to keep up our reputations, our public projections, our human relations
Turning words into water, water to wine and wine into one of those things you might hide behind
We’re sending our blood to the bottom, watching chemicals do laps in our bodies
We’re pictures of health, right as the rain, but we’re pounding our hearts and we’re straining our brains
We always hoped we might get back this way, maybe cash in a couple vacation days
Got our eyes on our phones and we think we’re gonna miss the rain
Our pens hit the page, horrible things to say
To annihilate the enemy, we say em anyways
Everyone I know is off to the war
Wearing out their jeans and all getting old
I will wear it well till it wears me down to the core
Everyone I know is off to the war
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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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