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Kids in the Street
03:07
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Boys kissing boys kissing girls kissing girls
With no sleep, stomp their feet, around the cities of the world
And boy they don’t care how they choose to wear their hair
Rip a shirt, wear a skirt, throw presumption to the air
Those kids find a way to kiss away the funk
With whoever they want
Those kids find a way to kiss away the funk
With whoever they want
They’re finding ways to the back seat
With whoever they want
They’re finding refuge in the streets
Take me to where all those eyes don’t seem to care
Cut the cord, lose the lens, let debauchery commence
Because girls loving girls loving boys loving boys
Makes the day seem less grey
As we give up being coy
Those kids find a way to kiss away the funk
With whoever they want
Those kids find a way to kiss away the funk
With whoever they want
They’re finding ways to the back seat
With whoever they want
They’re finding refuge in the streets
Don’t tell me I go echo your history
Wheres the mystery in that?
I’ve tried lately to wear feelings on this jacket sleeve
But I left them downtown
Kids go carving in the stone
Adages they call their own
Kids go carving in the stone
Adages they call their own
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Proverbs
02:28
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I really shouldn’t be bothered
By the karmic fodder
The kind of manifestation
Of habituation
Because if the going gets easy
Then I start to get queasy
You got to shake and rattle
To break from the cattle
Woo
Whoa I’m coming around
Whoa I’m coming around
As I walk through the places
With too many faces
Unwilled by the voices
How did we make these choices
Was it an online offer?
Or was your ex a scoffer?
Do you succumb to proverbs?
Or just lack the posture?
Woo
Whoa I’m coming around
Whoa I’m coming around
This voice I claim as my own
Is a wavelength off the radio
Woo
Whoa I’m coming around
Whoa I’m coming around
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Loose Lips
03:46
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Rumors grow like tumors
If the sources go unchecked
See names go they get thrown around
Been a fool been the broken down
Without a sound
Maybe it’s over my head
Maybe it’s something I said
Loose lips sink ships
My girl, I’m telling it like it is
Those foreign words have hit before
Loose lips sink ships
My girl, I’m telling it like it is
Those foreign words won’t hit no more
Painted by the background
Insecure thoughts drown
Out any sense
So ask me, I mean really ask me
I’ll take off everything
Until I’m stark
Maybe it’s over my head
Maybe it’s something I said
Loose lips sink ships
My girl, I’m telling it like it is
Those foreign words have hit before
Loose lips sink ships
My girl, I’m telling it like it is
Those foreign words won’t hit no more
Nights when I’m trapped in the sheets
Wondering what’s said
I’d trade the secrecy to
Staunch what has bled
So where do we go?
I don’t know
Would you follow me back home?
You’ve heard the news
Who will you listen to?
Loose lips sink ships
My girl, I’m telling it like it is
Those foreign words have hit before
Loose lips sink ships
My girl, I’m telling it like it is
Those foreign words won’t hit no more
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Feign Desire
02:36
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And I know it’s a gamble
I start to ramble
Then you see my sandals
You say you’ve lost it
Washed in the faucet
Your former quick wit
Hopeless romantic
Would you want to go outside?
Would you want to feign desire?
Just go and call it what you will
Would you want to go outside?
Would you want to feign desire?
Just go and call it what you will
And I’m no four leaf clover
But move over rover
Because it’s now my turn
To cause some banter
Chit chat decanter
Should I hit the lights
Do you need a lantern
Would you want to go outside?
Would you want to feign desire?
Just go and call it what you will
Would you want to go outside?
Would you want to feign desire?
Just go and call it what you will
Bum Bum Bum
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The Haunts Los Angeles, California
Just 3 LA studs/dweebs/jabronis making Surfy Garage Rock
Alanna Swadlow - Drums
Aaron Brotman - Guitar
Max Collier - Vocals
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