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Motel 6
06:17
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A second wind blows on the galley slaves
With oars in hand
And with a glint of freedom the hulls were staved
And the master was drown
A sleeper wave washed our bondage away
Before we reached land
The drudgery of digging shallow graves is in the past now
There’s thankless and checkless work to be had
There are steeples and bridges spanning the gap
And when they burn they burn hot and burn fast
The drudgery of digging shallow graves is in the past now
Oh there he goes my two faced lovers in the parking lot
Take it off
Baby, take it off and please don't stop
I'd say "Hey!"
And I have reached my galley years
And yours have passed
And you have breached your promise, Dear
There were strings attached
You are the type to imbibe and get distracted
That’s how it goes, that’s just about how it happened
In the parking lot of the Bellagio
I’m gonna leave you here
You can take the bus home
And all the escapades
On the wedding day
That never happened
Happened to be fate
Oh there he goes my two faced lovers in the parking lot
Take it off
Baby, take it off and please don't stop
I'd say:
"Hey, I gotta get mine! You're mine!"
Please don't let me go
Please don't let me go home
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Listening to the auspex delineate the prospect of recovery from fallacies and false beliefs
Quoting books of consequence, trying hard to leave the past behind me
I don’t know what’s real and I told you how I feel about a past that haunts me
And the false prophet has arrived to auspicate the advent of space and time
The false prophet has arrived and he won’t give me any space or time to make up my mind
Guarded and insular
High revere for the oracle that warned me
Digression is much easier for the commonplace malingerer
I can’t face what’s real and I told you how I feel about the chains that bind me
And the false prophet has arrived to auspicate the advent of space and time
The false prophet has arrived and he won’t give me any space or time
And there were speeches of transparency
Lacking in sincerity
Your notion of permanency is not science it’s philosophy
I don’t care what’s real and I already told you how I feel
And that’s as real as it will get
And the false prophet has arrived.
He’s waiting for me outside.
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Lonley Dry Spells
03:59
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"By the time we become friends I'll be gone"
"Do you know what dependence is?"
Commandeer my bleeding heart whereupon
Your luck will treat you well
In hourly motels
Your lonely dry spells
Have come to an end
In a double bed
And lets hope that no one calls for recon
For the mines on the windowsill
Buy a ticket and abscond to St. John
No one will know you there
No one will even care
Who what why or where
Cause its come to an end
In a double bed
Calling out the cavalry calling upon
Every wish in this wishing well
Your paradigms aren’t paragons they rely on
You to sweat and swell
The ghostly haploid cells
That stained your lapel
Will dry and ferment
I’ll never see you again
It's come to an end
In a double bed
And when you cum you
Swear you withdrew
Did you? Didn’t you?!
Panic ensues
Calling out the cavalry On the home front
Calling out the cavalry Back me up
Calling out the cavalry On the home front
Calling out the cavalry Don't knock me up
Calling out the cavalry
The front you know so well
Your hourly motels
Lonely dry spells
It's been a lonely dry spell
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Petting Zoo
03:29
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This place is like a petting zoo
You used to see me; I used to see you
The Oh Sees are leaving
I remember seeing them with you
You can leave literally
But we’re symbolic beings
And I can only sing a song for so long
Before I fall into disarray
Lost on a byway
In the golden state
I heard about your little tirade
“Its a Police state!”
And months of red tape
String you along
Exodus to the east bay
Oh what a cliché
I can only stay in this place for so long
Before I fall into the bay
Making a leap of faith
Off the Golden Gate
Management on 7th avenue
Went and evicted you
And now you’ve got to move
Ed Lee sold you
Take your bitcoins to the Mission
The subdivisions
Off in the distance
Will be our new homes
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Oblio Oakland, California
Oblio is a three-piece indie rock band hailing from Oakland. Since Oblio's inception in summer 2013, the band has been busy composing and performing in the SF bay area. What started as an offhand idea has turned into a novel sonic catalog of matters of the heart. Oblio creates songs that earnestly depict the human experience: loss, joy, hope, and above all, love. ... more
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