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Beeline
02:02
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Abroad in a foreign land
Nomadic and without Internet
A well traveled and learned man
Wonders when “there” becomes “here” again
Arrivals and jittered nerves
Ignoring the airport gloom
Can never forget that face
A beacon across the room
I’ll make a beeline to you
I’ll bend your ear like we do
Carousing and catching up
Since living on different continents
Remember the times that past
Realize I forgot the sentiment
Return to our well-worn stomping grounds
The meaning has left this place
Torn up that now you have turned into
A stranger that shares your face
We gotta live our own lives
I grew up to accept that’s fine
No matter how much we change
Whenever our paths align
I’ll make a beeline to you
I’ll bend your ear like we do
I’ll make a beeline to you
I’ll bend your ear like we do
Every time there’s something new
Yeah I’ll keep you clued in
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Kitty Kat
01:42
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Gracious and keen
Sleek majesty
You’re king of your own mind
Poised yet absurd
Can’t find the words
By which you’re well defined
He leaves my thoughts
Twisted in knots
‘Til all I can reply
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
He leaves my thoughts
Twisted in knots
No rational reply
Escapes my thought
The moment I'm caught by
The twinkle in your eye
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
You are a kitty kat
Meow
Meow
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3. |
Ode To Gene Ray
01:04
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The scientists invited me to MIT
they finally believe me
These educated stupids won’t know what hit them
They ignore the four days
Snotbrain oneist minds
Man is only quarter of God
I defy you to prove me wrong that
God is only quarter of Man
What part don’t you understand?
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TV Prop Blender
01:45
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Pad Thai lime in my gin & tonic
In an old pickle jar
The phrase “reduce reuse recycle”
I’ve never taken more to heart
On the street
There’s a sign
“Free Stuff”
Filming wrapped
And the spoils
Are mine
TV prop blender
I’ll take you home
You'll fit in so snugly
With my old junk
In your failed television pilot
You sat unused on the shelf
Through my good fortunes
At long last I can
Never use you myself
To tell the truth
You’re the twelfth blender
To grace the halls
Of my stuff empire
TV prop blender
You’re more than just junk
But maybe you’ll fit best
Tossed in my trunk
It don’t count as hoarding
If I know where you are l
TV prop blender you’re the star
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Tiger Castle Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"Music that makes you wanna play Tony Hawk's Pro Skater."
Power pop but dumber, pop punk without
the baggage. If you like harmonized guitar leads, fast dense songs, sometimes being really dreamy, air-guitaring at the back of the basement show crowd, Jeff Rosenstock, Rozwell Kid, Diarrhea Planet, or PUP, you'll probably like us. Go Birds.
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