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Middle of the Summer
05:11
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Wake up early for the morning parade
I can fake my way through another day but I
I know that something's different today
Think I'm starstruck now? You should see the crowd
Nobody's got your number
Don't know your home address
In the middle of the summer
They'll try so hard to guess
Your dress is like the ocean
It's dancing with the wind
Got some hours at the end of the night
Between earning wages and turning pages
Got a feeling that it's going alright
But I never know and I wanna know
You're such an up-and-comer
I hope you come again
In the middle of the summer
I'll say I knew you when
Your heart is like a river
It pulls you to the sea
They love you like a mother
They need you like the sun
In the middle of the summer
You'll show them how it's done
Your love is like the water
And we're all jumping in
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2. |
Youth For Knowledge
02:24
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I was a lot like you
My haircut was bad
And the opinions I had
Did me no favors
Can't help but notice that I'm feeling those feelings again
Nobody cared what I thought and that's one thing that hasn't changed
My disapproval showed
By my spit on the ground
These days it stays in my mouth
Do me a favor
Can't help but notice that I'm seeing those loogies again
And while we're at it, there's a scooter tipped over
On the sidewalk corner right out my window
Where there's a dip in the curb
Well isn't that just superb?
Isn't that just superb?
What about the people who get around in wheelchairs?
I haven't seen them 'round here, but I know they're there
Yeah, I know they're there
Do, do, do, do, do, do...
Do me a favor
Can't help but notice that I'm feeling those feelings again
Nobody cared what I thought and that's one thing that hasn't changed
Can't help but notice that I'm feeling those feelings again
Nobody cared what I thought and that's one thing that hasn't changed
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3. |
Long Game
03:34
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I don't possess the wherewithal
But I never seem to hit the wall
I find some chords and I play them twice
I write them down 'cause they sounded nice
I'm here to play the long game
But not here for the wait and see
I can try my hardest, honey
And die before it comes to me
My D.I. box, my headphone jack,
My tuning peg, something snapped
I hold my breath and I wonder why
No one can say I didn't try
But they'll try
I'm here to play the long game
I hope I learn some strategy
I can pour my heart out, honey
And die before it comes to me
I'm here to play the long game
What some might call a fallacy
I can try my hardest, sister
And die before it comes to me
I'm here to play the long game
Another win for latency
I can get my act together, tiger
And die before it comes to me
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4. |
Overlook Hill
04:05
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Out by the terrace where you and the heiress were stationed
Overlook, Overlook, Overlook Hill
Trading new garments, evading the harm that surrounds you
Might but they, might but they, might but they will
Ten thousand others, the children and mothers included
Where will they, where will they, where will they go?
Skip through the lotus and no one will notice your passage
Who wants to, who wants to, who wants to know?
And I've been there I know, how you can move, how you can sleep
Where the valleys are green, soils bear fruit, waters run deep
Something was different the minute we slipped through the border
Heart beating, heart beating, heart beating still
Now on the coast line with friends and the most wine you're living
Overlook, Overlook, Overlook Hill
And you might feel the grip of something old
Of feeling out of place
And I've been there I know, how you can move, how you can sleep
Where the valleys are green, soils bear fruit, waters run deep
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5. |
Except For
02:44
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I kill you except for if I did I know I'd go to jail
I'd be the primary suspect
They'd call me for interrogation
I'd try to level with the authorities and tell them,
"Hey man, if you were me, you'd have done the same"
I'd love you except for the simple fact that I wish that you were dead
There's gotta be some kind of middle ground
I don't want to be counter productive
I ought to suppress my feelings
And if I did it would be for the best
And as I'm nodding off to go to bed
I stumble on my pillow as I gasp for oxygen
I'd kill you except for in jail I'd have to think about my crime (for a long, long, time)
I'd have to think about you in tandem
Your existence would become an abstraction
I'd wonder if it was worth it, I'd think
At the time it was, but now I'm not so sure
I think I'll ignore you, it's probably the best thing I can do
Meanwhile...
You'll continue your path of destruction
Leave a mess like a tornado
They'll ask me if I knew you and I'll say,
"Who?"
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6. |
Points For Honesty
04:07
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Brushing up against your shoulders
You can't get through the day
Everybody's a stranger
But you meet them anyway
You're breathing in, you're breathing out
Do you hear yourself out loud?
If you asked me how I feel, I wouldn't have an answer
If you asked me how I feel, I wouldn't have an answer
Thought I had some decent company
You're always welcome here
But if I'm being honest
I'd rather disappear
You're breathing in, you're breathing out
I can do what I'm allowed
If you asked me how I feel, I wouldn't have an answer
If you asked me how I feel, I wouldn't have an answer
If you asked me how I feel, I wouldn't have an answer
If you asked me how I feel...
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7. |
Cholesterol
05:07
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I read about worldwide collapse
The subject line, it's in all-caps
And it says, "Dear friend,
How are you, how are you, how are you?"
I don't mind doing my share of labor
Now all it is is talking to neighbors
And they say, "Hey you,
Come back here, come back here, come back here"
But I let somebody take a sample
So they can figure out the problem
Part-time witches darkening the dance hall
Backseat drivers born to do their worst
But now I have to worry about cholesterol
Oh, if they don't get me first
I don't push buttons
I don't cross lines
I pay my rent
And parking fines
And I say, "My god,
You want this, you want this, you want this?"
It's no simple case
Of paranoia
I need my mom
I want my lawyer
And he says, "My son,
It haunts me, it haunts me, it haunts me"
But I let somebody take a sample
So they can figure out the problem
Souped up adolescents playing hardball
Preaching from the blessed and the cursed
But now I have to worry about cholesterol
Oh, if they don't get me...
When I'm holed up alone, I wonder if it's just me
Then I open the door, in a moment I see
It's no surprise
It's in the rider
Now they look at me
Like I'm covered in spiders
And they say, "Yeah sure,
Whatever, whatever, whatever"
Bachelor party jugheads on a pub crawl
Schizophrenic flash mobs, unrehearsed
But now I have to worry about cholesterol
Oh, if they don't get me...
I'm just gonna tip-toe through this alley
Sneak past the wretched of the Earth
'Cause now I have to worry about cholesterol
Oh, if they don't get me
If they don't get me
If they don't get me first
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8. |
Southwest Museum
04:18
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Saturday take me away
Some place that I never knew
Look through the windows as we go
See the museum with you
If we climb over the gate
We should leave no stone unturned
Where does the elevator lead?
Somehow I still haven't learned
A couple of reasons not to go
Alternate choices proposed
You'll have to come back another time
Visiting hours are closed
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The Bicycats Los Angeles, California
Zachary Bernstein is The Bicycats. A folk-rock troubadour with charm, melody, and humor.
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