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Goin' Pro
03:13
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Thank God it's Thurday night, got the TV on
and I see her rocking out on channel three
somewhere across the sea
doing things to me in the key of D
It's a refreshing take when everyone's the same
I could really use someone who steals the show
and tells you where to go
someone who's going pro and wears it like a 'fro
someone to watch the game with who wouldn't hate it
and her name is
got some extra cash, gonna catch a plane
I could really love someone from out of town
who's never worn a wedding gown
someone who's world renowned and pays by the pound
someone to call me love and runs on British blood
who'd be my perfect foil
I need a Susan Boyle (and I don't get out much)
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2. |
Cherry Stem Knots
04:45
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I know you hate everything, I taught you most everything
about hanging around a table and watching basic cable
to sink into a lawn chair as if you belong there
to look on with a blank stare and care enough to not care
like channel surfing, twisting your hair, tying cherry stem knots
boy it comes in waves and then it goes
catching flies and kill them I've been watching lots of Cops
singing duets with my echo
we're sure short on hard cash, lining up with a moustache
play intuition pinball and snapping halfway menthols
we live for this city, if i left here would you miss me
would you bleed for the whiskey like I'd kill for a 50 right about now
and even if I believe I've got a lot of love to give
and even if I believe I've got a long life to live
and even if I believe I've got a lot of friends
I do, don't
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3. |
Fishing For Compliments
04:14
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Don't worry
reverse psychology
jesus christ
ice age
age difference
cash a cheque
checkerboard
boarding school
school of fish
fishing for compliments
show me that you're slowly dying
cash another cheque
let's talk about the money
I'm hoping that you'll rob me blind
hope to bum a smoke
hope you think it's funny (that we're talking about nothing)
how do you do
dueling banjo
josephine
not to daydream about you
universes larger than ours
hours on a clock
clockwork orange
orange alert
allergic reactions
and all the ways i get gone
and all the days we're still stuck here
but I can see some open blinds letting in the neon light
there's always something sunny
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4. |
Kicking Crucifix
05:06
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Daniel's got a music scholarship
I'm running out of teeth
to tell you that he's got the part
you're my 360 pound Mozart
and you know I would be lying through my teeth if i had 'em man
Jackson Square, I was a victim of cat calls
chasing wins in famous yellow and black
factory towns, can't see through the fog
and it doesn't help that I'm riding a buzz
and riding the bus
sometimes you've got to jump a sinking ship
you know what's shaking my last tooth
vibrato
and your dad's pulling out of town
full throttle
with a pocket full of change and I never thought you would
but pinball wizards came and went in the Hammer
chasing wins in famous yellow and black
factory towns, grinding it out
storm the field, break ahead of the pack
thank you for setting an example you never had
family funerals and a kicking crucifix
buddy what grade were you in when you were a baby
of all the questions asked
that was my favourite
and the WWF isn't real but we'll let him have it
the fact that we can look back on all this shit is fucking wild
chasing wins still bleeding yellow and black
factory towns, underdog pounds
making the best, making us proud
well that shit was practically Rocky 1
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5. |
In The Shins
07:20
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Are you cool with where we stand
Tuesdays kick me in the shins
in the corners of the room
for a smile I'd let you win
will you meet me at the bar
I'll be the guy who buys you a drink
make it a couple PBR's
think I need to see a shrink
checked the score of the game, it's a blowout
every week it's the same, we pour it down the drain
throwback, he said she said
something dies
you're saying all of the right things
and Kodak moments and beet-red snapshot eyes
like everyday feels just a little bit long
I know it's already been said
Tuesdays kick me in the shins
you've been caught up in your head
honey how in the hell you been
are you firm in how you feel
Tuesdays crack me in the jaw
you've been quiet as a mouse
if you smile we'll call it a draw (okay)
checked the score of the game, got rained out
every week it's the same, it washes down the drain
doesn't get better than this
happy April Fool's
Tuesdays kick us in the shins
happy April Fool's Day
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6. |
Lora
03:47
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Met you at the coffee pot, every morning
quarter after nine
kept in line till afternoon, wearing off
then hanging out to dry
everywhere you look I'll be
for the record, corner of your eye
fucking up a hundred times
with only a couple reasons why
Lora, though i miss you
I don't need you anymore
three years gone was much (two) too long
I couldn't make it four
sometimes fell on hard times
but I loved you so damn much in the sunshine
looking back on golden days
all you ever did was dye your hair,
pass out on the bathroom floor, fires on the shore
and double dares
dog bowls, summer soft glows
and I loved you so damn much in the sunshine
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7. |
La-Z-Boy
05:49
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Been polishing a poem, gonna put it in a song
I'm just being productive, I'm just moving along
and I won't toss and turn
and I won't name any names
I'm through with all the bullshit
I'm done playing those games
well I'd rather lie with her, not trying to be mean
in a La-Z-Boy chair than with you in the
queen size bed we used to share
for a little time
in between the shift work and bottles of red wine
at least I got to know you and at least you got to learn
about Astral Weeks and Newman and things you hadn't heard
but everyone I've loved I will always love
just think of me as a brother from another moth(er)
my hands are cracked and dry
from working, oh the week's long but i'm doing fine
now through the spaced out clouds
the sunlight tends to blink
in front of the old church downtown
I couldn't help but think
thank God for such a view, yeah the two of us are blessed
and I can't wait to see her in a summer dress
'cause this weather is such a tease
don't know how I forgot
and if the geese come fast approaching, might have to tie one in a knot
just to send a message
that you can't interrupt a lovely conversation about interspecial love
got smooth hands from your gloves
and Skip-dog's such a cool guy, and I can't get enough
now I'm awake top of the morning to you, that's the way to go
about this whole existence thing with sparkles on your clothes
I want to hear you sing, I think you've got the heart to steal the show
you must have been someone better's better half before
but I sure would like to get to know you more
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8. |
Dial Tone Heartbeat
05:16
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I feel like a killer trapped in a cage
bound to slip through the cracks without a trace
then I'll try something new, play some croquet
I'll tell you all about it if that's okay
but your voicemail answered again for you last night
so you call me back but you don't know what to say
and your dial tone heartbeat (beats) in the perfect way
I want to take a load off, hit the lake
and sport a smile even I couldn't fake
but we should hit the road, we should take a break
just sick of all the same shit different day
I feel worthless, got no purpose, got no service
and I keep cutting out on you
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9. |
Backyard Baseball
05:49
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How's the old town drunk, how you like me now
I came into my own but you never came around
and where's that joker's arm he's had you wearing like a noose
those cuts along your neck plead you've got to cut him loose
catch a streetcar south, a few more blocks
it's always raining, kind of feel like changing my mind
if not for a couple of people counting on me tonight
did you step down son, swallowing your pride
fighting tooth and nail to fuck the finish line
though every waste of skin, we still wonder how you're doin'
we're just a pack of wolves howling at the moon
another scraped lifeline, in the rough
and mind your own damn business
if you don't feel helpless, power puff
I'm still thinking clear enough
and whether or not the coast is clearer than the path
depends on when you look, depends on who you ask
so ask the old town drunk, bet he's still writing all the hits
shaking in his shoes, poor bastard's getting blitzed
let's tamper with our serotonin, backyard baseball
I'm considering stealing home cause you're the cop and i'm the robber
hop the chain link fence, don't pull the plug
on backyard baseball
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10. |
Look Alive
02:59
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Family planning, Tropicana
working for the weekend 'cause you've gotta live for something
but your heart just isn't in it
can you tell your eyes are shouting go to hell
look like you want to knock me out
beyond a shadow of a doubt
wish I was greener for you
fucking hate how I've been acting
under stress, overreacting
wide receiver sends you packing, loves to hate you with a passion
coming close to overdosing, screaming all the perfect notes
yeah doctor you look like a ghost and someone's got to tell your folks
so you can take them both into your arms
and you'll stop pulling false alarms
I didn't mean to do you harm, just trying to make it on your own
only thing that matters is we're climbing up the ladder
seize the day, recharge your batteries
I'm made of glass, don't shatter me
forgive me father for I have sinned, hell I don't know how long it's been
I'm never coming here again
I only did it for the kin
I'll burn forever if I can, just sick of tearing off my skin
can't wait another whole second
so look alive and play to win
it's not the brother, not the friend
it's not the girl you can't defend
it's not the start, it's not the end
it's simple
get it
got it
good
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jumpingjacks Guelph, Ontario
jumpingjacks is the musical project of Steve Herman based out of Guelph, Ontario.
Trying to make your DIY bedroom pop, indie rock, and reflective folk dreams come true since day 1.
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