1. |
Cars On Fire
03:51
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They’re all obsessed with extracurriculars
And way too stressed to sweat the particulars
I couldn’t look away
Rubbernecking cars on fire
As long as it ain’t my lane
I don’t gotta pick a side
Yeah, the suits are dropping lines
And the whippersnappers cracking wise
Used to play it nice
But now they’re at it every night
Well, all right
(So come on, baby, light my…)
And though they say their case is legitimate
It’s all reframed and packaged for idiots
I couldn’t look away
I just ran a traffic light
Swerved, just missed a school bus
But it’s alright
They wanna paint the town red
We want it painted white
We could’ve settled on pink
You know, just as a compromise
They wanna paint the town red
We want it painted white
But no one really likes pink
So we set cars on fire
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2. |
Rattle, Rattle
03:11
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Don’t you wait by the phone
I’ll be late getting home
But would you leave a light on?
One more take and I’m gone
From the stage to your arms
So would you leave a light on?
My life is straight out a movie
A B-minus senior thesis
By an Adderall-addled film school kid
The characters are in too deep
But it hasn’t sunken in yet
And when they laugh it all sounds like death
Rattle, rattle…
And I don’t need anyone watching me anymore
I can leave on my own
But the strings and the cords holding me to the floor
They felt a little like home
My life is straight out a movie
That needs some more editing
I’m scared the narrative won’t make sense
Is it to be or not to be?
A split decision again!
Answer me now, I can’t hold my breath
Rattle, rattle!
And I’m the titular antihero
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3. |
Definite Maybe
03:17
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We were friends until we fell in love
And all our innocence we spent on drugs
Drugs like kids and pugilistic politics
An ostrich with our head stuck in the sand
Might’ve just shown our whole ass again
We can’t win, but we’re too proud to pack it in
On a definite maybe
On a definite “maybe it’s true”
What’s left unsaid, we’ll just assume
I swore to you someday we’d buy a house
Though we can barely pay the rent right now
Give it time till our exploding stars align
‘Cause things proceed more easily when we believe they can
So slap duct tape onto our dreams so we can sleep again
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It’s just the whistling of the howling wind
Still I’m gasping out for oxygen
Yeah, we’re pretty high up
Tug at a suit that never seemed to fit
And I’m clutching at a stale baguette
All covered in crumbs
Bloody hell!
You’d think by now I’d know myself
The whisky won’t fix it, but it helps
And off the tower I fell
Take one more shot to clear the mind
But wait, now you’re scaring all the clients
Hey (easy, partner), this isn’t a race
Dance with the new HR Director
Hands at your sides ‘cause you know better
Than to throw it away for a pretty face
Look out below
Lately I’ve been out of control
I tried to fit in, but I’m out of my element
And it seems everyone knows
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5. |
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I came here to get high
I came here to dance
I paid your hefty cover and I’m looking for romance
But something isn’t right here
In your establishment
You should’ve known by now to put the lovers in the back
Put the lovers in the back!
I came here to get high
And that’s still the plan
But all I see are good times that I still haven’t had
They’re all dancing cheek-to-cheek
They’re all holding hands
I told you once before to put the lovers in the back
And I’ll pin my frustrations on you
You can’t do this to me
You’ll be hearing from my lawyer soon
For all my pain and suffering
(Your club is whack and no one likes you
Rest assured that by the time I get through you won’t have a license…)
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6. |
Severance
04:02
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So how often do you get to be
Alone with your thoughts and your dreams?
I guess winter got over itself, now it’s spring
Too bad I can’t see anything
And it’s still so elusive to me
How my bones got so terribly weak
Now I switch positions while clenching my teeth
In my head I’m still 23
A fly on the wall to a severance contract
“Won’t you go home, we’ll tell you when it’s done”
A fly on the wall with no human contact
“Won’t you go home?”
So what happens to what we forget
Does it sleep in the back of our heads
And wait for alarms that won’t ever get set
Unless done accidentally
And I wish I had told ya what I meant to say
But I just mulled it over till it slipped away
Pressing palms to their gluttonous hands
Though you know you can’t meet their demands
So back out that unsigned contract while you can
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7. |
Geriatric(k)s
04:40
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So settle down
Start prepping now
For the latter days
That you can’t weasel out
Accept your fate
And throw away
All of your four chords
And your melodies
Pardon me as I grab my cane on the way outside
Given my instability
Microwave caked in oatmeal stains
It’s all I can eat with my tooth sensitivity
Roll red carpet out toward the exit
Inherit the mess as I left it
Keep snickering, just don’t forget that
You come after me
We couldn’t all be radical
Most of us still eat lunch inside a cubicle
The simple life or overdrive
Well, it’s the same ennui in the chemicals
Pardon me as I pull my hand from the mailbox
Grabbing my social security
Shuffle past as I take the stand and
Tell the HOA that the taxes are killing me
You’re trimming off the fat that you don’t need
And burying your gods beneath your feet
Pushing your way through the line
You thought you’d leave us all behind
But don’t forget the most important thing
You come after me
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Following the dis-banding of Upstate Escape, frontman John Norwood founded Blanker as an open-ended outlet to continue putting music out into the world.
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