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Clean up your image
All things equal and all things free
I stapled myself to a crooked sea
My hand got swatted away
I couldn’t make it out
I’m gonna drive around until I hammer it out
Now that everything has changed
It’s just like everything’s the same
Now that everything has changed
It’s just like everything’s the same
Like a sky piece of a puzzle
You’ve bent to fit
You cheat a little bit
And then you cheat a little bit
Hands were built for battle
Tongues were made to spit
Onto the cream of a canvas
On top a mountain of debt
Nothing’s ever settled
Nothing’s ever fixed
Nothing’s ever counted
Cuz nothing’s ever missed
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When your fire was electrical
And lies felt like the truth
You burned just like the sun at night
And you were in your youth
The summer made relationships
That time could never fade
The rules were like the beach at night
Lost under a haze
I can spit a lot of nothing
You’re bound to find something
Hidden in the words I say
When I’m next to you
Making off with an old love letter
Sunlight’s got a light that’s better
For spitting out out cassette tape dreams
On the kitchen floor
Life is just a spectacle
You brag about to your friends
Figure out your use sometimes
When you step outside of trends
Run on like a paragraph
That needs to be cut up
Stuck inside my head at night
Never waking up
I can spit a lot of nothing
You’re bound to find something
Hidden in the words I say
When you’re next to me
Making off with an old love letter
Sunlight’s got a light that’s better
For spitting out out cassette tape dreams
On the kitchen floor
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Some girls always try
To make it hard to leave
Lace your boots up boy,
You can’t resole your soul
Think about the past so much
Nostalgia was your favorite crutch
To use to get around,
To cut in front of line
To make the feeling stick
To burn your buildings down
Those threads of memories
I pull to get to you
Though little steps I took
Can’t trace them back again
How can you feel regret
For things that haven’t happened yet?
Some girls always try
To make you see yourself
Think about the past so much
Nostalgia was your favorite crutch
To use to get around,
To cut in front of line
To make the feeling stick
To burn your fucking buildings down
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Tracking time with coffee cups
Conversations resolute
You’re picking up the pieces
When you’re trying not to get cute
Trying not to get cute
You know you really, really chip my paint
There’s only so many
Mistakes that you can make
Before you drop the crate
Drop the crate
I can see your wires, the part of you you’re making up
I can see your wires, the part of you you’re making up
I could be your passenger
I could navigate the bends
The forks, the dirty floors
Cleaning up the mess
Cleaning up the mess
What I have, I’ve given up
I’ve been driving around some parking lots
Just trying to kick up dust
Trying to kick up dust
I can see your wires, the part of you you’re making up
I can see your wires, the part of you you’re making up
You know you really, chip my paint
There’s only so many
Mistakes that you can make
Before you drop the crate
Drop the crate
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My Alchemist
04:06
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Tell me everything you know
I’ve got a lot of time, I don’t wanna go
Distracted by all those horrible sounds
Coming from the radio
You’ve got a couple friends, they’re not your crew
They’re all practice punch with no follow-through
The ocean got you so confused
You thought you could turn it around
But there was nothing to do
You put yourself in the opposite shoe
If it’s all the same to you, it’s nothing I’d rather do
It was clear as mud to me, floating like a tarp on top of the sea
Now there’s nowhere to go to stop the sound of the radio
The ocean got you so confused
You thought you could turn it around
But there was nothing to do
You put yourself in the opposite shoe
The ocean got you so confused
The ocean got you so confused (so confused)
That there was nothing to do
You put yourself in the opposite shoe
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Temple of Gunpowder
03:41
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Shadows move in the afternoon
We’re the only ones awake dreaming
You’ve got a right to use incremental moves
From the faucet to the drain
Now that baby’s got a gun
And I’m staring at the record
Now that baby’s got a gun
And I can see it spinning
I’d like to see what you’re tracing back to me
I’ll be poor on your time, and I’ll be rich on mine
From the faucet to the drain
Now that baby’s got a gun
And I’m staring at the record
Now that baby’s got a gun
And I can see it spinning
Don’t you find it strange
When the life you lead can rearrange?
And don’t you find it strange
When your temple of gunpowder is blowing away?
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Sitting Duck, CA
03:45
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I was trying to remember what I thought last night
Sure I had some good ideas, but they disappear so quickly
You saw the cars outside just drive on by
When it was you and she and eternity
You said, “I couldn’t think less about that girl.”
But she was a planet and that was the world you inhabited
When your house was empty and you hated it
You bored yourself to death with stupid videos
You made mistakes with me, but now you’re serious
How can you be serious?
I got a letter from you postmarked Sitting Duck, CA
You said that everything is wrong and nothing turned out right for you
So you stay in at night, you don’t let anyone see you
You get sad sometimes when you see her at the farmacia
You said, “I couldn’t think less about that girl.”
But she was a planet and that was the world you inhabited
When your house was empty and you hated it
You bored yourself to death with stupid videos
You made mistakes with me, but now you’re serious
How can you be serious?
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Filter the Grit
02:55
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You know it’s never like you plan
We’re never in demand
I never was a prince
We’re live from a black hole
In the backyard of your mind
Where you were young and weak
You tried to stare just like a freak show
You dug yourself a foxhole
Baby, please don’t go
We are lost, but we lose slow
As much as you want to quit
We are filtering the grit
I know it’s hard to take a stand
Crush the label, kill the man
Find a uniform that fits
And filter out the grit
Baby, please don’t go
We are lost, but we lose slow
As much as you want to quit
We’re filtering the grit
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Corner the Stars
03:13
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You forfeit your memories
Now you can’t remember it
You can’t remember shit
You can’t illicit sympathy for sickness
When what you’re coughing up is gold
Now the kids are in their uniforms
They’re waiting to be told
That you’ll be young forever
It’s the others who get old
It was a surprise I suppose
Is on the mouth too on the nose?
Move into the city where three feet is a yard
Climb up to the roof to see if we can’t
Corner the stars
Move into the city where three feet is a yard
Climb up to the roof to see if we can
Corner the stars
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New Century
03:25
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In an attempt to make you less like you
It was the front of your head they drilled into
And they relieved some pressure
And they released some bubbles
They couldn’t ease your pain
They couldn’t stop your troubles
In the new century you weren’t next to me
You were somewhere off
I couldn’t find you then
I was thinking about you
It was quite an experience
I was thinking about you
It was so sincerely different then
In an attempt to make you less like you
It was a little room you were thrown into
And they relieved some pressure
And they released some bubbles
They couldn’t ease your pain, no
They couldn’t stop your troubles
But I was thinking about you
It was quite an experience
I was thinking about you
It was so sincerely different then
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See How You're Living
03:54
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It started happening so fast
You mixed the present with the past
And what was left it wouldn’t last
So you left it
Now I barely lean into
The things I know I want to do
It’s not the same as it used to be
Everything fits so differently
I wanna go to your house
To see how you’re living
You’re letting them down
Like it was summer session
Go to your house
To see how you’re living
You’re letting them down
Like it was summer session
The idiots were there to hold us back
That’s what they do, it’s what they live for
There was a ring at the door, a knock and then an entry
When I got through being a son of a bitch
I turned it off quick
I turned it off like a lightswitch
I wanna go to your house
To see how you’re living
You’re letting them down
Like it was summer session
What did you conjure?
What did you drink?
What do you mean when you say
That you mean what you speak?
Go to your house
To see how you’re living
You’re letting them down
Like it was summer session
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Deceptionist
04:36
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Do you feel like they changed the rules on you
Just when you thought you were getting a grip?
And you thought you were fucking important
You were just a blip
And the windows may have rattled
The speakers may have fuzzed
And you know that something’s burning,
But you don’t know what it is
Overreactor, deceptionist
High elevations, thin air mints
Runt of the litter, you were born at the back of the bar
You’re inviting people over and you’ve quarantined the yard
So you’d better start moving in the middle of the night
Cuz when the sun it comes up, baby
You can try and make it right
Armageddon, dude, makes it hard to move
Armageddon, dude, is creeping up on you
Armageddon, dude, makes it hard to move
Armageddon, dude, is creeping up on you
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The Pretty Flowers Los Angeles, California
The band is:
Noah Green, Sam Tiger, Jake Gideon, Sean Johnson
A Company
Sleeve, the new full-length LP from The Pretty Flowers is out now on Double Helix Records.
Why Trains Crash LP and Golden Beat Sessions cassette are available on Dirt Cult Records. GBS CDs available from the band on bandcamp
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