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by 10:15 Saturday Night

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1.
slow dance I 03:16
You’re not the only one who’s angry Me, well I’m thinking about moving away Because I’m just too scared to stay I know you’re scared you’re going insane I still believe you’ll never break There is more than fear There is more than pain There is more than fear That keeps us together He looks like you but he’s not He sits in your spot And copies your style But he’s just not as hot And he’s staying in the bandroom For a while
2.
I like to edit the lyrics So if you ever ask to hear em I won’t have to show these Complicated loving messes Your parents keep asking Why you’ll never go to church Hard to explain that it can’t work Don’t wanna keep going while you’re in hell You’re a danger to yourself well, (and to all your friends) But you’re not going to live in health well And you’re living in a man-made hell You’re a danger to yourself well, I hate to say it was love at first sight That wouldn’t be so excellent I’d hate to tell you the other night You fuckin’ hate pedestrians And we’ll see the front lines And we’ll always have a good time And we can always keep it in line And we can always keep you safe, right? I like to think what I’m doing While thinking what you’re doing Why do you hate pedestrians? And although you may be crying I hope you keep living Even in sin well, Living in health well You’re a danger to us all well, Mother Mother is your favorite band now Glad I recommended them I hate to say it was love at first sight That wouldn’t be so excellent I’d hate to tell you the other night You fuckin’ hate pedestrians And we’ll see the front lines And we’ll always have a good time And we can always keep it in line And we can always keep you safe, right? I try to make everything perfect Your teeth are very white The skin on your arms Is constantly changing The skin on your arms Has taken time to be taken The notes on your hands “Groceries by 11” I never learned what they meant “Groceries by 11” I never learned what that meant I swear to god This isn’t about who you think 7 times two 7 times two I hate to say it was love at first sight That wouldn’t be so excellent I’d hate to tell you the other night You fuckin’ hate pedestrians And we’ll see the front lines And we’ll always have a good time And we can always keep it in life
3.
Wiping our eyes of sleep Drinking piping hot coffee We keep it to ourselves On summery days In New Hampshire ways You, smoking away Me declining for the day Jesus, nature is such a dull Exciting place Now you’re hiding out in your parents house I wonder why you never come around By convincing you to keep me awake I want you to know, i want you to know, I want you to know, to know I am asleep I hope you’re asleep Art shouldn’t end up as labor So maybe stop being a bassist At least for a while Just to make yourself whole again You put me on a pedestal, I’ve only disappointed you You tell me I’m excellent, I’ve only exploited you I love you, I hate you, it just depends on if you’re healthy And if I’m on my meds, I guess We got so drunk I have no idea how I even got there I hated seeing you crying I still do I don’t know why It’s not like It should affect me at all, I put you on a pedestal And you still don’t dissapoint Hey, Jen why don’t you cut the shit And tell us who you’re fighting for Hey Jen, why don’t you cut it out And tell us who you’re writing for What’re you writing about? What’s all this drinking stuff referencing? Ooh, these are g-good lyrics I should charge a dollar per argument This time around everything will go alright This time around we won’t fight This time around, I won’t disappoint you This time around, I won’t play a show with you Because I was terrible You try to give me comfort And a drink, which I should have rejected Your fingers are attached to the strings And pull them down with a ring Around your finger, marked black Remarkable talent Involved To bend a bass string I don’t know how you got that good When I’ve been playing guitar for four years And don’t know the names of chords I woke up at 3 in the morning With notes in your smudged handwriting I couldn’t make it out Your fingers probably still have bruises on the end From having to play song 3 that many times The only show I’ve ever played Not worth it at all To pass out in your bed Hey, Jen why don’t you cut the shit And tell us who you’re fighting for Hey Jen, why don’t you cut it out And tell us who you’re writing for
4.
Oh god, I feel just how I used to feel Sitting on the floor, just about to leave I never wanna make it big I don’t I couldn’t anyway Oh my god I feel just like I was when I was six years old And when I thought I was so damn old I didn’t really feel anything I think, maybe… I’m starting to love myself again I’m just what I need to be To be the real version, myself The version that you oughta see I, I think I’ve found your secret eye How does it work That we were stuck together I don’t want to end up a suicidal wreck Like the people I know who are Suicidal wrecks I don’t wanna name your name because you helped, on bass I think you already know I think, maybe… I’m starting to love myself again I’m just where I need to be To be the real version, myself The version that you oughta see Oh, oh I, I think I’ve found your secret eye I’ve just realized I don’t wanna hide What I’m hearing Every Single Day
5.
And you look good In the rain And you looked fun September days And you looked good Can you take off the cap? And you looked fun You’re so friendly I won’t ask for any favors I don’t wanna barge in I will never force this onto you All summer in a night Your whole life in a knife My summer of sleeping on couches Passed out from shitty shows Is back to the forefront of my mind And it makes me uncomfortable All summer in a night Your whole life in a knife Your whole life of pain And anger And unhealthy ways of coping Are trapped inside a boxcutter I will never stay around for a long time unless you want me to I will never stay around for a short time unless you want me to I will never write another song about you unless you want me to Your teenage hands will never collide with mine Your teenage face will never face mine Your wonderful laugh is not something I will ever hear again I am loved… by you Oh, be forgiving, boy It’s an unforgiving world Oh, you got to be forgiving in a world like this Don’t go You know shit’s about to go down with a hurt like this Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river, With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away I hope they didn't come to stay It's got numbers on the side and a gun, And it's making big waves
6.
i used to 04:28
And just then, something happened I swear you can’t sing As far as I’m aware I can’t sing As you are well aware It’s no surprise you turned out this way When they forced you to grow out your hair And then sent you away At least, the time you escaped you Told And held my hand It should’ve felt good It should’ve felt good But when you started talking again All I heard was the words “Hey, hi hello” on repeat the whole time My hands are shaky, My knees are weak My throat is dry Oh no, I can’t walk on my own two feet Is this what it’s like Because damn, I don’t think I like it I’ll take a hit from a homemade pen I did it wrong I’m best at smoking with bongs I have trouble breathing You’re not so far gone So just keep heading up And if you need to feel something List it for free And get paid if the item sells I know I’m just going to let you down It makes me feel guilty You’re not even mine to consider I don’t know why it hurts so much But every time we talk I feel like i’m going to let you down And at the end of the day There’ll be nothing left to say No love at last Just an embrace Or a face to face And saying goodbye And goodnight
7.
arrow 05:09
Didn’t work out that well, As the skate park (state park) Because hangouts seem to Calm me down So severely But God, anxiety’s a bitch And goddamn But don’t think it’ll always Be like this Taking time to make shit with their fists Because Oh, I’m offering you A chance to get even And I know that there is such a certainty That all of this will end And it will have no bearing on anything Despite the bruises on my shins Because babe, I’m offering you A chance to get even And even though, oh, oh You say no I know what you’re thinking And oh, oh, oh, I believe in waiting out the weather and Dad told me Jesus died for somebody’s sins But I didn’t do anything wrong [indistinguishable]
8.
It’s sinkin’ in I’ll chase it out I chase the clouds And face the wind And feel it on my bare skin And sit in all day On a mattress cozied up Because, fuck What am I Gonna do Because soon we will be ours too And what the fuck are we gonna do Because soon we will be ours too And what the fuck are we gonna do then? It’s hatin’ me I want my half Fulfilled I want to be someone else I want to be three thousand years old I want to wear my real clothes Skateboarding down the sidewalk of a lonely neighborhood Playing Atari with our next door neighbor Eating too many chips, smoking too many cigarettes and not caring. Walking while not talking to each other but it isn't awkward. Walking through crushed soda cans You’re wearing your plain white tee stained with dirt. Because soon we will be ours too And what the fuck are we gonna do Because soon we will be ours too And what the fuck are we gonna do then? trespassing through fence gates as the sun sets empty playgrounds with hot metal bars and cigarette butts on the gravel ground lying down on benches near the beach, taking a nap after school hours, the light pours through your room, on to your messy sheets, on to you, who laid in bed all day riding an old rusty bike through the town after midnight to empty diners little flowers growing on the crack of the sidewalk the feeling of calmness but lingering loneliness eyes dried with tears sitting on the middle of the sidewalk, counting the people passing I saw a horse and it saw me… (the skate park) (dream dies in the back of the party)
9.
I don’t mean to frighten you Hipbone connected to your heart Sorry, I’m on no sleep Sorry, It’s so far from over Hey my name, Why didn’t i ask you over When you said you would At 3 AM when We made a thing That all these tracks Were made of And my transition From boy to girl Hasn’t gone well My voice is still overly masculine Let’s be honest, We can go anywhere you like You know I’ve got the money You know It’d be fine, honey I don’t mean to frighten you Hipbone connected to your heart Sorry, I’m on no sleep Sorry, It’s so far from over Well we get told To never get old But the way it unfolds (he looks like you but he’s not) We’re two little kids Stoned out of our minds Stuck in our beds (he looks like you but he’s not) Stuck in our minds I offered you A chance to get even (he looks like you but he’s not) I respect it And what happened to you? (they’re not drinking They’re not smoking Those two They’re just having fun) What happened to you? (they’re not sleeping They’re not fucking Those two They’re just having fun) What happened to you?

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an album by jenna brown.
background vox on hangout deadlines and the neil young verse on rain/powderfinger by hunter jennings
bass on hangout weekend by tara hopsin
the first verse of neil young's 'powderfinger' is interpolated in rain/powderfinger.
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released March 13, 2020

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