1. |
Go Long
03:16
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go long, whatcha got?
take back the things we lost
and you’ll find you were caught in the middle
but it’s fine
skim off a little this time, it was by design
they don’t understand us all of the god damn time
but we’ll be fine
a picture postcard of sweet barcelona
burned on my mind
between two devices
send pretty pictures of
alaska vacation flow
right, breakfast was off i think
as he paged his wife
possibly connected
together rejected
as he interjected
"i caught you!"
but he don't know i destroyed my
civic so we're protected regardless
of our one-off
how can you say you’re satisfied?
we live in a cavalcade of lies
the jig’s up, it’s time for you to retire
go home, go back to bed
go long, whatcha got
hong kong on a stolen yacht
a lifetime of evil plots
go long, show whatcha got
but we’ll find
we were caught in the middle
yeah, we’ll find
we were caught in the middle that time
it was by design
we don’t understand them, we’re out of our fucking minds
but we’ll be fine
a picture postcard of sweet barcelona
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2. |
The Model
04:11
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it’s been a while since we talked
you’re looking fine, you’re doing fine
catch your eye and force a smile
you step away, i’m not surprised
you’ll keep me up all night
the drink bar beckons me closer
he’s a hipster casanova
with a scarf and a fedora
yeah, he’s filmmaker chic
no sweat on his clothes
but neither of us budging
in a failed attempt to make it seem
as if nothing changed and we never left home
run in strides
shit got stale but now we’re making it right
the end’s in sight
temporary as a bottle of wine, wine, wine...
now it’s in style to sing along
and waste the night away
we're sipping rum and cola cola
the DJ spins, turns up the bass
he will EQ our hearts
we try to groove at full disclosure
as an eastern european looking
bleach blonde dancing
with man in a leopard snuggie
what a fucking blend
boys and girls will fight the war
of absolutely nothing
as ironic hookup buddies
semi-harmless friends
AND TOTALLY
PLATONIC
BEAT COMRADES
run in strides
to the nearest desperado female in sight
let's cut all ties
the liquid courage gets the better of me
and suddenly
i wanna surf vietnam
i wanna feel the ocean beside you
let’s go tomorrow
ohhhh…..
i wanna search for the sun
i wanna know if we are the last ones
let's go tomorrow
ohhhh…..
shut the fuck up, you're old
you don't know your ass from your elbow
i'm literally dying
ohhhh…..i can't! ugh!
no i don't know about the waves
or southeast asia's charm
but it's no harm
to dream about them
then - bitches scream as nelly's
“hot in here” poops out the speakers
yeah these gangbanger anthems
got a hold of them all
i'm feeling like bukowski
and the drummer’s dostoyevsky
as we distantly observe
two flies on the wall
yeah we tried
we had plans to make the most of our lives
but we will rise
from the ashes of the doubts in our minds
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the Godfreys / Surf Vietnam Boston, Massachusetts
2014-2018 RIP in peace
2010-2013 RIP in peace: osakastreetcutter.bandcamp.com
John Godfrey
Adam Salameh
Joe Campbell
Adrian Aiello
Jimmy Farina
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