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Across the table and she's celebrating
the Prada Marfa art installation
adopts a West Texas disposition
for the sake of landing an East Coast writing position
oh! the Freedom Tower she will find her niche
that's okay with me -- she's a pretty nice kid
So long to the days spent cursing the sun
self-hatred developed by pride and mammon
would you even believe me if I said I was free?
no longer a slave to that version of me?
In a bar at a rave at brunch with Ashley and her Bonobos 1 Oak friends
pointing out everybody else's flaws inside of my hairless head
one has a friend who has a friend who knows Sam Ray
I don't care what any of them have to say
So long to the days spent cursing the sun
self-hatred developed by pride and mammon
would you even believe me if I said I was free?
no longer a slave to that version of me?
Everything I thought I knew
rip it up again and start anew
Everything I thought I loved
snake in the grass, low-hanging fruit
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The Age of Four Loko
04:01
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Passed out on a plastic chair at the Lazy J Ranch
as a twenty year old crust punk with too much in his pants
I always thought she'd bring
numinous security
I always fell for the reddest apple in the tree
Fast forward a couple of years or so
I still made the same mistakes I did during the age of Four Loko
I was stressed out to the gills
from shopping mall shootings to shopping mall bills
I always thought that work would set me free
If you see her there (If you see her down at Sal's)
would you let her know? (Would you tell her?)
that she's invited to my soiree at the Lazy J Ranch
I hope she comes
Now I'm on Amazon priming my life up into fragments
I bought eight Jason movies and a pair Nike Air Maxes
I hope that they get here soon
because I can't keep doing all this howling at the moon
I'm trying hard not to shed my fur just yet
I'm still filled with hubris like the days of the DJ turntables
I try to self-mythologize, turn it all into a fable
But as a young teenage boy
I believed in records, I thought they'd fill the void
I was wrong
If you see her there (If you see her down at Sal's)
would you let her know? (Would you tell her?)
that she's invited to my soiree at the Lazy J Ranch
I hope she comes
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Rolex
04:05
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I've been told about my grandfather's Rolex
how it measures wealth and time
a funny irony that he'll never unpack
then again neither will I
So I built shelter in the middle of her dorm room
and I sought solace down at the River Cam
the cobbled streets and effete academics
never hushed the tick of the hand
All of my fraternity buddies
are outside blaring The Feelies
they traded laptop computers for electric guitars
crafting curated beauty kid avatars
Drunk in Uptown Dallas
filled with hate and malice
recalling campus romance as a means to an end
disjunctive storytelling
is it really worth selling?
I guess only time will tell
I saw her sobbing in her daddy's Range Rover
another lacrimal event about a boy
I never was one for soft embraces
I'll hold her close tonight and confront the void
She turned twenty and she cut her hair with a pocket knife
flicked off the camera at the catacombs of Paris
refreshed the New York Times as the bombs blew
ironically came home and quoted critical theorists
All of my fraternity buddies
are outside blaring The Feelies
they traded laptop computers for electric guitars
crafting curated beauty kid avatars
Drunk in Uptown Dallas
filled with hate and malice
recalling campus romance as a means to an end
disjunctive storytelling
is it really worth selling?
I guess only time will tell
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I search for God at the teacher lounge coffee pot
I think I saw her at the bar down at Shangri-La
Seventh Seal at a Title I
Amber Alerts down 71
Hinge conversations
bored to death
no fruit in fruition
I've been crafting lofty plans of parody
making tough demands of you and me
I wait for winter because discontent makes me glow
I string lights through my apartment because Texas don't get no snow
Eastbound and Down Season Four
Bone Thugz and sweatpants -- Oh! Good lord!
middle of the month, no plans at all
too much nothing to do
Cap and gown left me nothing but pure despair
dowdy and wine-drunk in my underwear
Well I'm runnin' down the road tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me two that wanna
stone me one says she's a friend of mine
Take it easy
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New Shoes
03:48
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My girlfriend is growing tired of my Craig Finn impersonation
I hope she never leaves me
I don't even mind that she likes Ronald Reagan
In the midwest fall
in a shopping mall
in a bathroom stall
at Elsewhere
The beats were wild
the kids were high
I sat there lifeless
trying not to cry
Oh no! I feel it coming over me again
the same sense of nothing from then
Oh no! I feel it coming over me again
I buy new shoes, I buy Adidas track suits
I buy airsoft guns and expensive brunch at Snooze
I'll purchase the goddamn globe if I have to
Now it's happy hour up in New York and I'm wondering if she finished The Staircase
Back home I can't seem to throw away her colored socks and her Colgate toothpaste
Swimming pool
Private schools
the angry, solitary rip of the Juul
dumb guitars
xanny bars
spilling dip cups in my car
Oh no! I feel it coming over me again
the same sense of nothing from then
Oh no! I feel it coming over me again
I buy new shoes, I buy Adidas track suits
I buy airsoft guns and expensive brunch at Snooze
I'll purchase the goddamn globe if I have to
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6. |
Drake and Josh
03:19
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Well great here's another track from an Austin brat
with a pair of Doc Martens
spends his Saturdays atop hotel balconies
sipping Campari, dropping leftist jargon
He knows that it hurts that it maims and it kills
constructing such a mighty shield
once he gets one or two in him
he'll probably start confessing,
"it feels way more real than real"
Im gonna burnout while im young
emulate drake and josh,
mcauley caulkin, sum 41, rock bottom, universally shunned.
not so bad when you cant get lower,
i’ll remain alex jones’ lawmower
im gonna burnout while im young
There he is at Barracuda in a balaclava Full of Hell again
running sound for the girls and boys
saying cool things like, "hey great set man"
he connects the dots, he calls the shots
made love to every single goth
studied abroad, quotes de Sade
oh God
Im gonna burnout while im young
emulate drake and josh,
mcauley caulkin, sum 41, rock bottom, universally shunned.
not so bad when you cant get lower,
i’ll remain alex jones’ lawmower
im gonna burnout while im young
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Camera Roll
02:20
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Two years back
in my camera roll
time and space
infinite scroll
There I am
stuck despairing
with the Bud Light dads
hot charcoal grilling
There she is
at a bar in Lubbock
toss of golden hair
October rust sunset
I see Nick
detached from aura
his hands reach for the sky
point toward something greater
And now here's a screenshot
of everything I said I'd do but did not
and now here's a screenshot
of you
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