1. |
King Josh II
02:37
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It's Adolph Hitler's birthday
The death metal band takes the stage
Josh hops up and down in anticipation,
He's got a little nagging voice that sounds a little like rage
And the music starts to play
Everyone's too stoned and tired to care
Josh sinks into a deep, spiritual constipation,
Praying for the courage to flail out in the air,
Sometimes no one's gonna mosh with you,
And there's just no way to ask them to.
It's Adolph Hitler's birthday
Josh has five years to speak for tonight
What never happened in Montclair, New Jersey
Is all gonna happen when the mood is just right
Josh' fists are in the air
He's moving with a force that could part the red sea
And the people stop and stare
At the guy who's fighting gravity
Sometimes no one's gonna mosh with you,
And there's just no way to ask them to.
Josh is writing a play
About a lonely kid in high school who loves deeply and thrives
He can't seem to reach a happy ending,
'Cause you can't change the story while the memory's alive
So you're graduating college,
So you're teeming with regret,
But you can't change who you are
And you'll never part with it
Sometimes no one's gonna mosh with you,
And there's just no way to ask them to
But you've gotta love them, love them,
'Til they're black and blue.
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2. |
Coming to
01:46
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I'm falling off a grey and beige folding chair when you
Came into the room and saw me huddled there, you lifted me
Onto the couch
And I don't think I ever properly thanked you for that,
So thank you
Very much
And when I came to under the fluorescent lights, I thought
I shouldn't be here, something isn't right, I wanted to
Peel off my skin
And you made me feel like I could come home again,
So thank you
Very much
From time to time I wish that I could up and run away
And I'm working hard to send that wish into its final resting place
But I am slipping
I am falling
And I am coming to
So thank you
For stopping me
From falling off that chair that time
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3. |
Indianapolis
02:29
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It's Thursday, took the train to Lake Bluff
See you at the station, but in ice cold isolation
Lost track of everything, swear where did my mind go
End up in Ravinia, and when you meet me can you help me
Looked all around
I've turned this town upside down
But my sanity is nowhere to be found
What will become of us?
Some friends they forgive you, and some sins they outlive you
Indianapolis
But staring down the barrel of a future that's not there'll kill ya
Technically it's Friday, stranded and exhausted
On the subway sleeping, waking up to metal screeching
Thinking of you, swear it keeps me awake
Pray that when I wake I will be in another state, but I'm too
Tired to laugh, and I'm too
Tired to cry, but I
Don't wanna lay down on the floor
What will become of us?
Some friends they forgive you, and some sins they outlive you
Indianapolis
But staring down the barrel of a future that's not there'll kill ya
Staring down the barrel of a future that's not there'll kill ya
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4. |
We Suck Eggs
02:17
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Went rollerskating when my dog died,
Because I needed to
Went rollerskating 'cause it was either that or nothing,
And I needed that
So if you need to take that egg,
Cold, hard-boiled and sleek
Hold it up between your lips
Without using your teeth,
Suck that egg.
There are times you're gonna have to forgive,
When it's hard to do
'Cause sometimes people aren't gonna be
Particularly nice to you
So suck on what you need
To make that pain recede,
If you need to take that egg,
Cold, hard-boiled and sleek
Hold it up between your lips
Without using your teeth,
Suck that egg.
Suck an egg when you're at home,
Suck an egg out on the road.
Suck an egg to make things real, and
Suck an egg to heal, heal, heal.
Suck that egg
Suck that egg.
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5. |
The End of the World
01:55
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The river's always beating on the
Canal walls, and I'm repeating all the
Same shit I've said before,
That I don't want to say anymore
Thank you for being my friend, and
Maybe we'll meet again, but
If we never meet again
Then I will still remember then
And that'd be sad, but not the end of the world.
The river's always beating, and the
Thunderclaps are loud but fleeting, like the
Night that I almost cracked,
When you read me from the Fantod pack
I can see my breath in July,
And it makes me feel like staying up all night
Say shit I've never said,
But that's brewed for centuries in my head
I thought I wouldn't spill until I'm dead
Thank you for listening then, and
Thank you for everything
And if we never meet again,
Then I'll still know you as my friend
And that'd be sad but not the end of the world.
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6. |
Free and Easy
02:04
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Manhattan spills me out into the rolling plains of New Jersey
I do what I do from time to time, and I think about you and me
I hope you have a good life
I hope that you are healing
I hope you think of me infrequently,
Without any particular feeling
It's hard to hold onto someone when you are always leaving
I hear that you spent a year in slow and painful grieving
I hope that flowers grow from you
I hope your scabs are peeling
I hope you rise up in the morning from your bed
With a free and easy feeling
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7. |
to Elmer
01:24
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Down here where the roads stretch out for days
Where the air is thick as mayonnaise
Time slows
Hours fall away
I am going
I am going
to Elmer
Down here where people from all corners come
Where they turn their heads at the sound of a far-off gunshot
I truly believe
There is some redemption here,
I am going
I am going
to Elmer
I love it when you touch me and I can feel it in my spine
We wrote it in the mud that I am yours and you are mine,
But I'm going away
Taking baby steps towards the horizon,
And I'm losing sight
On what I had set my tired eyes on
I am going
Yeah I'm going
to Elmer
Hey
Whoa
Yeah
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Marion Hrwtz Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
An archive of mixtapes & other weird ephemera... check out The Great Swamps' 2017 self titled release at: greatswamps.bandcamp.com
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