1. |
Moonlight
03:43
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Long brown hair
She holds a stare
You can't escape
And if you did what good is that
You'd just be back in her trance
She's a nightstick
Sidekick virus cycling
Through every vein under my skin
She probably smokes dabs
She probably plays with knives
She probably rock climbs
She probably does donuts when its raining outside
In the moonlight
She's a cool night owl
Been awake for days now
Stuck on a roundabout
Just scratching the surface
Wait till the sun goes down
One of these days Im
Just gonna bottom out
I think that she's omnipotent
Or maybe just a chick that's confident
Not the kind of girl
To fall for sycophants
Her voice fills the room
She's making fun of my shoes
She wears me out
Man im running on fumes
Oh she's someones daughter
But she's as hot as solder
She's an Alexander Calder
She can't stay still
In the moonlight
She's a cool night owl
She's speaking her language
And I can't make it out
This ship that we're sailing
It's bound to run aground
One of these days Im
Just gonna bottom out
In the moonlight
She's a cool night owl
Been awake for days now
Stuck on a roundabout
Just scratching the surface
Wait till the sun goes down
One of these days Im
Just gonna bottom out
In the moonlight
She's a cool night owl
She's speaking her language
And I can't make it out
This ship that we're sailing
It's bound to run aground
One of these days Im
Just gonna bottom out
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2. |
Wallet Chain
03:26
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When you settle down
That'd be the day
You keep me on your wallet chain
Lick my wounds
And move away
And Im aching for a change
Im checking the boxes
And my lungs are filled
With things that I can't say
It's just so hard to articulate
Its not you
Its not me
Its everything
Its everything
Its hot glue
Its raining
Its everything
Its everything
There's always way more money to be made
To be burnt at the stake
Just to prove
That you're worth
Everything that you say
You fill me up
With sweet insults
Until the bags under my eyes are full
A heart beat
Skin and bone
Im melting like a sugar skull
Count every hair on my head
When you're done we'll both be dead
Its not you
its not me
Its everything
Its everything
Its hot glue
Its raining
Its everything
Its everything
There's always way more money to be made
To be sunk to be saved
As long as you are happy
Proving everything that you say
You're a train engine
Im a doomed penny
You're leopard print
On an old car seat
Stray pebble skate board bearing
Its a firetruck birthday party
Its an Armadillo Its a busy street
Its a broken lightbulb and shoeless feet
Hotel California its Don Henley
Its cotton mouth and cranberries
Its not you
its not me
Its everything
Its everything
Its hot glue
Its raining
Its everything
Its everything
Theres always way more money to made
To be stuffed in your face
In my face
Im just so sick of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
Of everything
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3. |
China Shop
03:45
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Everybody is fading
Out of my vision
And Im lookin for a place to dive in
I feel the grit of the road
Change beneath my seat
Ive been lookin forward
To this all week
I take it in
It flushes out
feel the canker soar digging in my mouth
Im given in
To the clouds
Titans of industry should hear me out
Im a bull
Inside the china shop
Im on a roll
And I don't wanna stop
One more bowl
Cause I don't feel like walking
Im digging a hole
With this cherry top
I can't stop
Im taking the cuffs off
From my dead end job
Will I fall into the same habits
of my fellow drones
I guess so and if so what
I should take note from my buddy's dog
She's out cold probably dreaming of roast beef sandwiches
And now Im starving
Im a bull
Inside the china shop
Im on a roll
Don't make me stop
One more bowl
Cause I don't feel like walking
Im digging a hole
With the each cherry top
I can't stop
Im a bull
Inside the china shop
Im on a roll
And hey I don't wanna stop
One more bowl
Cause I don't wanna walk
Im digging a hole
With this cherry top
I can't stop
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4. |
Summer
03:22
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Soda cans covered in
Bumble bees
Dirty water but the
Grass is green
Broken hearts
Fall from the trees
Every summer
Spent shooting the breeze
Sweat soaked skin
Reflects the sunset
Oil rigs scatter
Their silhouettes
The cars on the street
Are taking a rest
Hold on to me
Before I forget
The Ocean to you
Is a desert to me
Falling apart
Is almost too easy
My eyes are cloudy
Tell me what you see
This Feeling you find
Can it be more than free
Soda cans
Swarm with bumble bees
The water is dirty
But the grass is green
Broken hearts fall out of trees
Every summer
Spent shooting the breeze
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The Cracks Norman, Oklahoma
Brothers Wesley and Cole Bergersen began making music as a duo when their Ska band could no longer rehearse due to the 2020 lockdowns. They fuse their love of Indie and Punk rock with Americana styles of songwriting to create an exciting and raw take on Garage Rock ... more
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