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Let's buy a house in a small town
and find some laws that we can break
We'll get a job at McDonalds
Have the floors all mopped by 8
Let's burn our clothes in a trash can
and light fireworks at the mall
We'll write our names in a bathroom stall
and stay home until someone calls
We'll start a steel drum band
and a lemonade stand
in our garage
Let's drive our car in a swimming pool
and hang our jewelry from the trees
Let's throw our couch off a rooftop
and camp out in the cemetery
Let's ride our bikes in a snowstorm
and see the world on an ATV
We'll hitch a ride on a railway car
and be gone before we leave
When our hats are feeling hollow
We'll take a big swallow of the stars
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Afterlife
02:56
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I stayed in tonite watching fist fights
and counting spider bites
I saw bodies slide under orange lights
and heavy boom mics
Some thought I might've tried for a better life
a house with catalog rooms
Family pictures, lighting fixtures
What would that mean?
I went out tonight for some small crimes
and for a primal soothe
So I drove far outside running red lights
and cursing street signs
I saw dollar signs in a young girl's eyes
amid the neon tombs
When she closes her eyes
What does she see?
I've been thinking of the afternoon you screamed
I've been thinking that our afterlife looks mean
I stayed up tonite shooting moonshine
and hearing battle cries
It's getting dark outside, looks like the street lights
will be coming on soon
Will there ever come a time
when I see you back in this room
But the more I close my eyes
the more I see
Now you own me...
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Ceiling Fan
02:59
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Hanging on by one hand to a ceiling fan
The room spun around below me
When I pulled back the sheets, I saw your face again
and your eyes told me a story
Climbing down a drain pipe in the dead of night
the sky was barely breathing
On a dugout roof I thought I'd find some proof
that I hear songs above the laughter
Words that sting and settle down somehow
Gifts you'd bring that don't mean anything at all
Did you notice that the light had changed?
And fingerprints on the windowpane?
Driving around town til your car breaks down
Swimming in the leaves of a willow tree
Standing in my old jeans on a trampoline
Shouting out your dreams from a porch swing
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Exit Wounds
04:07
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Spent the summer touring bible colleges
and playing football with future marines
Who would strangle their mothers with telephone wires
And make their fists fly at the first sign of green
Spent November trailing Scientologists
and ringing doorbells with small town police
Who would bury their brothers in hollowed-out tree trunks
And then grind their bones into shiny jewelry
When I came home, my table was set
When I saw you, I tried to forget
How long this life goes on for some like you
Spent my winter hearing radio silence
and reading letters from lonely naval plebes
Who would ship off to battle Kuwaiti fires
and send their stories to hometown dioceses
When I came home, my table was set
When I saw you, I tried to forget
How long this life goes on for some like you
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When Daylight Quits
04:00
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Writing words on old computers
to angry men and car commuters
Singing songs no one hears
at least not for now
I used to dream in process colors
taking jobs to please my mother
Renting room that let in too much rain
in the summer
I will ride over rusty tracks
I will talk to a psychopath
When daylight quits and mountains split like nothing else before
It's time to pay the ransom
From lemongrass and indie rock
to dripping paint on Birkenstocks
We took a fall, should we kiss the ground
and praise the night?
The streets shake, the houses swell
Is your son alive and well?
Is there a man to blame for all this hell?
What's his name?
I will walk on the broken glass
I will wake with a heart attack
Creative briefs from money thieves will always be around
But it's time to go home now
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The Midwest Quiet San Francisco, California
The Midwest Quiet was formed in 2010 in San Francisco by Craig Ness (the band's only full time member). The songs are shaped by a patented recipe of his personal experiences including: an Ohio upbringing, a fondness for Mancunian music, and the natural surroundings of Northern California. ... more
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