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Kevin and Baggage
02:01
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Is it before or is it after that the situation haunts?
As soon as I got her there was nothing left to want
Soon enough the truth comes out
You start to whine and moan and pout
Should have held on to what you had
Instead of begging for it back
Is it a compliment or a curse beyond belief?
You stay all confused and hypocritically spinning
Yell across the parking lot
Get all upset at what you got
You know that's not my problem now
Leave it for that guy in the next town
I don't wanna think about you at all
I'm just gonna drink around your timed calls
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And Kevin and Baggage
02:27
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I found some old photographs of you at Denver Airport
With your yappy maltese and Kevin and baggage
All photos of that sort
Ten hours from France
Travel for dance class
One week later photos in an Eiffel hat
I used to have you and I used to have panic attacks
I used to have hours of longing that I won't get back
Bad Seeds albums and too much alcohol
Just so I could sleep at fucking all
I've been accepting that I'm not the boy next door
Tortilla Flat lays, East of Eden stays
Rotting on my bedroom floor
Four years on I'm shivering and bored
Four years on I'm shivering, I'm letting the blood pour
I've been contemplating suicide
I think it really might suit my style
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Yuck
00:54
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I'm up and over it
But I've got lots of things to do
At least I know that I'm not getting over you
I'm listening, half-assedly, in my bed to Yuck's debut
I'm up, don't worry, I'm just always tired
No meal's gonna get me burning with desire
I'm always on my phone
When I'm at work, at home
In my bed and all alone
Uh-huh
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Pink Paperclips II
02:05
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Poor mother gave me genetic direction
To always hate my face and weight
To always need some new mistake
Rumination's a final thought that's not
Carried by train
Empty station in the rain
Unhappy, unlucky...
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5. |
Big Mistake II
01:42
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Sordid, sore, bed-headed rain-cloud
Falling towards another breakdown
We see the hatred shining through the
Creviced door of your bedroom, where
Piles of books and dirty clothes
Serve as your sheets and your pillow
Thinking we should be impressed
That you've stayed all broke and depressed
Always alone and nothing feels alright
Nothing feels alright
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6. |
Was It Sam or Mary?
02:56
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I am no foxhound, and you are no lady
You are no lady, you fucking tramp
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Yr Open Kitchen Window Fort Collins, Colorado
Songwriter P. Robert Lee and bassist/producer Lyric Quinn collaborate with increasing levels of seriousness to create everything from "songs" to songs.
Contact them at yokwindow@gmail.com
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