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No Snow
03:44
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All I can say is that my life is pretty lame
I’m bufferin’ up the streams, see delay again
And all I can do is just pour some tea to blue
And mute my point of view, it's your way
It's your way
I just want someone to say to me, oh
I'll always be there when you wake, yeah
You know I'd like to keep my soul warm today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand how I don’t sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no snow
And all that I do is surf the web to stay awake
And it keeps my life away but it's a great escape
Escape, escape, escape
All I can say is that my life is pretty lame
You don't like my point of view, you think that there’s no way
There’s no way, it’s no way
I just want someone to say to me, oh
I'll drop the mask when you wake, yeah
You know I'd like to keep my soul warm today
So stick with me and I'll have it made, I'll have it made, I'll have it made
Oh, no, no, you know, I’ll really, really gonna have it made
You know, I'll have it made
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2. |
Snowstorm
04:10
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3. |
Setup
02:47
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The snow of the lot is surmountable,
albeit with a compromise. It's doable,
just mind the gloves here. You'll need them. Go,
for the snow gloves in fact, no need for pear mittens.
Say no the the boat shoes, boats doesn't go in snow.
Get your steel-toes out intead.
Overhead, a beanie will do.
Check outside with the rest.
Room's main window is a bit snowed in.
At least the glass didn't cave in.
Nobody wants to live with trash-bag windows.
I know I wouldn't.
The job is to be done, paid or not. You better grab some shovels. The snow will return again sooner or later. Keep that in mind.
With all of the preparation in hand and on your persons, it's time to head out.
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4. |
Circuit City Dispatch
02:27
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Circuit City ball caps litter the floor.
A few washing machines lie on their sides.
There's another string of shattered disks.
More troublemakers flee the scene.
The officers arrive, after a distress call from supervisor.
They exit their vehicle, and then parking lot.
More property damage, nothing to write home about.
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5. |
Photon Delirium
04:00
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How many spanish verbs are there for ice?
Or a conjugate of intensive icing?
A word for the sense of sense?
What happens when the closest heirloom is a thrift store curtain?
Minor day in another town, pretty okay for the life
But Margaritaville this is not.
[Chorus]
These nights are ridiculous to a T
A 5 PM to morph into midnight new moon
Please let these be over with somehow
So a calendar hour will move forward
So lets punch the bed and rest.
Blankets up and bunch in a scrunch
The blanket quilt becomes a victim of the cat fight
These cats have sighted the outerside stagelight
[Chorus]
The quilt wakes up, pedestrian nightmare
Nothing nightmarish until the glare burns harder
A choir of headlights holler, silvered with glaze
The lampposts’ LED breeze hits the window with true bypass
“It’s just photons”, says an internet man from another city
And an evergreen transplant adorns the festive sprinkles and lights up the new sky.
[Chorus]
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6. |
Arbitration
01:08
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When adverts and your influencers scream,
for media players plus ornaments,
or these machine-knitted sweaters,
of sponsors of the millions to four,
I don't follow.
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Harney-Barrow Burns, Oregon
Cowboy Buzzkiller
Serial Ruiner
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