1. |
Basement Song
02:37
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It starts with a kiss and ends with a miss
It's a story that you can't resist
Oh wait -- I'm wrong
That's a different song
I hope you didn't wait too long
So stop, park, take a break
That beauty queen is f(bad word!) fake
Tap your feet to the radio's beat
You're so dumb but oh so sweet
I don't care to get to know you
It's not my style,
I'll take you home for a while
Float like a butterfly, sting like an in-law
If the drugs wear off the memories will kill ya
You're a different breed, from what I've seen
You're a textbook bad seed
So sip your drink 'til your brain feels numb
Laugh it off until you all feel dumb
Stand up please and plead your case
Make your point or get out of my face
I don't care to get to know you
It's not my style,
I'll take you home for a while
~face melting guitar solo~
I don't care to get to know you
It's not my style,
I'll take you home for a while
I don't care to get to know you
It's not my style,
I'll take you home for a while
I'll take you home for a while
I'll take you home for a while
I'll take you home for a while
I'll take you home for a while
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2. |
Authors
02:59
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Catch a movie on the weekend
Giving up on your best friend
We come alive after dark
Because you missed your mark
Scratching words on a napkin
Wondering what happened
I heard you were in town
You are so damn loud
And I can't break down to a breakdown saying the same words
Because we weren't the authors
Nobody ever offered
And I can't break down to a breakdown saying I'm awkward
Because we weren't the authors
Nobody f(bad word!)ing offers
Catch a movie on the weekend
Giving up on your best friend
Because you missed your mark
Because you missed your mark
Scratching words on a napkin
Wondering what happened
I heard you were in town
You are so damn loud
And I can't break down to a breakdown saying the same words
Because we weren't the authors
Nobody ever offered
And I can't break down to a breakdown saying I'm awkward
Because we weren't the authors
Nobody f(bad word!)ing offers
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3. |
Television
03:22
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My brain it works when it wants
And your face looks so sad when it's not
I'm trained to complicate the simple things
It's strange the way that I have to cling
To memories I borrowed from the TV
I'm a little upset it wasn't me
Behind the glass on the screen
You drank cheap box wine from a coffee mug
On the floor you weren't sure if I was scared enough
I threw rocks at your window 'til you slammed it shut
Screaming "I don't care"
I know you hate compliments
But your tattoos don't make any sense
It's a shame, you say that you think we've changed
The car crash kids feel so far away
Like memories I borrowed from the TV
You killed me off in Season 3
The series was a catastrophe
You drank cheap box wine from a coffee mug
On the floor you weren't sure if I was scared enough
I threw rocks at your window 'til you slammed it shut
Screaming "I don't care"
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4. |
Pages
02:25
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This monotony is stopping me from
Getting where I need to be
And there is no relief or guarantee
That you will understand this side of me
If this books could speak of what they've seen
They'd scream that it's not what it seems
You see, I'm giving up
I'm out of touch
I paid my dues
But it was never enough
Your tears ripped the pages
To the plays I acted without stages and you're
Still sitting in the crowded rooms
That keep me from getting to you
The desperation I foresee will probably be the death of me
And every minute I spend groveling will debilitate my self esteem
I think that we might disagree about what constitutes a tragedy
So when the doors slam shut, and you move on
I'll convince myself we're both better off
Your tears ripped the pages
To the plays I acted without stages and you're
Still sitting in the crowded rooms
That keep me from getting to you
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5. |
Tablecloths
02:07
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Ripping up tablecloths when your dad took off
You were in a mood, what's with your attitude tonight
Ripping up tablecloths when I showed up
We started to talk but you, you just off, alright
Everything's fine
I'm just dying inside
You gave up so quick
I am done with this
Ripping up tablecloths in your home town
I called you three times but you're, you're not around
Ripping up tablecloths while the cops look lost
You're probably fine but we'll keep our fingers crossed
Everything's fine
I'm just dying inside
You gave up so quick
I am done with this
I am done with this
I am done with this
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Underground Pigeon Patrol Providence, Rhode Island
An indie-ish band from Providence, RI.
Soundcloud: soundcloud.com/uppmusic
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