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Pussy Rodeo
03:13
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Sizing us up, sitting there, looking barely alive across the way
Jittery hands on your thighs, bathrrom, red-eyes, gravity driving away
Broken nose watch the tv alone worry bout when the chickens gonna be coming home
drop the phone, don’t want to go, so ya scalp your seats to the pussy rodeo
Independent romantic scenery
Action-packed exo-tramatic airplanes landing in the street
We’re not gonna be living indoors anymore
We’re not gonna believing indoors anymore
Loving you is a most complex, strange and wonderful thing
Barely even able to breathe, we’re the best friends that ever will be
Independent romantic scenery
Action-packed exo-tramatic airplanes landing in the street
We’re not gonna be living indoors anymore
We’re not gonna be living indoors anymore
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2. |
Twisted Airplanes
03:32
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i go to all your astronaut shows
and tell you I had a pretty good time
and you give me a look that says me
you almost believe me
afterward we go to the local cantina
where we have too much to drink
and we have too much fun
after we make love to eachother
in the least physical way
i decide to drive you home
cause otherwise you might be the one that gets arrested
and along the way i contemplated
how we are falling face forward
into a caldron of immature thoughts
feeling so in love you, just had a fantasy about how its gonna end
cocaine blow jobs upside down birds and twisted aeroplanes
how come these days we gotta try so hard just to have a little fun
two hearts deconstructing inside
two bodies that are mercy fucking each others brains out
the following day we wake up
i take hold of your hand
might be the hangover talking
but i think I am in love with you
you quickly suggest we go to brunch
where eat way too much
fried chicken and waffles
feeling so in love you, my therapist says these kinds of feelings won't last
contemptible secretions stockpiled from adolescence
undercooked microwave pizza all the assholes that try to colonize your body
how come these days we gotta try so hard just to stay in touch
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3. |
Red October
03:48
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You were not ready to go into the field But you went there any way
Holding onto a teddy bear that you purchased as a gift for your daughter
Working towards a smooth defection longing to see Montana
Learning to fight like a a buckaroo con sonar crazy ivan
Looking for the saboteur in the pipe room of the submarine
You and me lying to each other until we trust each other
Dreaming of having two american wives and a farm where you raise rabbits
seismic sounds in the officers lounge running home to momma
Evacuating the crew to the surface under false pretenses
1984 your ship left port it had one chance in three
Looking for the saboteur in the pipe room of the submarine
You and me lying to each other until we trust each other
You and me using each other until we love each other
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Frogs in Space
03:39
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I was not born with a strong sense of direction
I was not born with any gravitational field
I was raised by a rocket scientist on NSF assistance
I was not endowed with an ordinary life
Cause I’m just a frog thats living in outerspace,
How in the fuck does a frog even get to be in outerspace?
I’m just a frog trying to make it in outerspace
Tell me what the fuck is a frog even doing in outerspace?
I was brought back to earth on my tenth birthday
Got to go to a reception where I met the Head of State
Then back in my old water system, I could not tell up from down
Thought that I was learning how to swim, but all I did was drown
I’m just a frog used to living in outerspace
How in the fuck does a frog even get to be in outerspace?
I’m just a frog trying to make it in outerspace
Tell me what the fuck was a frog even doing in outerspace?
Don’t please don’t let me die
Don’t let me die here on earth
Don’t let me die here on earth just cause I forgot how gravity works
Don’t let me die Don’t let me die Don’t let me die
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5. |
Jana Duncan
03:04
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Jana Duncan is the prettiest girl that I know
When she gets spare time Jana duncan likes to sew
Jana duncan has the most irresistable voice
When she starts to sing she entrances all the boys
I want to have sex with jana duncan
I want to hold your hand again jana duncan
I want to put your name in my song jana duncan
I want you to forgive me jana duncan
Jana duncan has the most beautiful eyes
And when she puts them on you she sees right through your lies
Jana duncan has the most unbelievable heart
And if you see it once, the rest of the world is dark
I want to have sex with jana duncan
I want to hold your hand again jana duncan
I want to buy a house with you jana duncan
I want to grow old and ugly with you jana duncan
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6. |
Thundersnow
02:50
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You like to breathe with your mouth wide open
You explained to me it was because your lungs were compressed
But I aint listening, I’m chasing the purple-vein running down your breast
Babe you know we’ve got a long way to go
don’t know when we will get there, don’t really know how to get there
now I forget where we were going to, and I forget who we are
It always seems to happen to me like that, in that exact order
I hate you when you ask me if Im joking
Garbage cans on the street are overflowing and you know
There’s a fire storm down the road and I’m always joking
Babe you know we’ve got a long way to go
If we ever even get there don’t nobody know
Will we get to see the stars fall down like thundersnow
Clouds of lightning blowing down the bridge of our nose
Babe you know we’ve got a long way to go
My best friend was murdered don’t act like you didn’t know
Your best friend looks the same as she did 10 years ago
So we got to either go or we can stay here and decompose
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Rugged Assed Terrain
03:38
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Hey buddy can you spare me a dime
Won’t take but a minute of your precious time
The extra money’ll keep me away from crime
I asked ya last week but I swear this’ll be the last time
Hey buddy could you spot me some cocaine
Ambushed convoy only I remain
Afghanistan’s got rugged-ass terrain
Don’t gimme no grief you know I like my shit plain
Hey buddy could you spare me some pride
For once it’d be nice to hold my head up high
My woman left me so blind I cannot cry
I did the wrong thing but I tried and I tried and I tried
Hey buddy could you lend me some kidneys
My liver is fried, I got till the count of three
Too much frozen yogurt, too much chocolate and cheese
Temperature dropping like its hotter than a thousand degrees
Hey buddy could you spare me some of your open mind
I’d ask for a dollar if you looked like you had a dime
Drinking at bars and eating their cocktail limes
Won’t take but a minute of your time
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8. |
Email
03:07
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I sit at work all day
Waiting for my emails
When I go out with my pals
I wished I’da stayed to watch my gmail
Cause you never know,
somebody out there might be
typing up on their keyboard
Giving it one last spelling check,
maybe wondering if you wrote too much
And you wonder if you should go back
and misspell a couple words
so that you don’t look uptight
you wanna look like
a hyper-fast-typer- multi-tasker- thinker-type
that don’t got the time
or the patience or the inclination
or the common fucking decency
to proofread their shit
I just got an email,
I better read it quick
before it goes away
I just got an email,
for the next minute or so,
I’ve got something to do
I just got an email,
but wasn’t from who
I wanted it to be from
I just got an email,
but wasn’t from you
Whoa it’s a cruel world
with trillions and billions of emails,
coming and going,
they’re ebbing and flowing,
sending and receiving
three-or-four kilobites at the speed of
light through a vacuum-tube
hermetically-sealed
database-mainframe-industrial site
but not one of those
is the particular one
I’ve been waiting for tonight
First thing I do when I wake up
Last thing I do before I brush my teeth
First thing I do when I’m thinking of you
Last thing I’ll do before I die
I’m waiting on an email
I’m checking on an email
I’m keep on clicking my refresh button
But my inbox keeps on giving me nothing
Waiting and checking…
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9. |
Menstruating Skies
02:42
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I’m sorry for all the time
I thought Id have to fight you
Wanna apologize
for when I tried to bite you
You know I like your style
and I'm totally fucking wild about you
Doctor came on through
and dished up some bad news
He said you’re gonna die,
from the cancer thats in your eye
We’ve done everything we can do
and there’s nothing that we can do
nothing that we can do
Then all I want is for you
to be by my side
as I walk into the great divide
But I know you cant be there,
it’s just gonna be me there
and my best friend
Jesus Christ
We’ll be laughing and clapping
about all the funny shit that we did
in our short time on earth
Taking our turns
throwing it back and forth
shielding our eyes
from the menstruating skies
sunlight bursting towards us
leaving behind us in our wake
Six billion crazy little monsters
that just like to run around break
each others hearts
Until they depart
from the last touch of your skin
And go into the most perfect moment
that we’ve ever been to
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Boo Reefa Atlanta, Georgia
Boo Reefa is an Atlanta-based indie-rock-folk act comprised of brother and sister Andrew and Laura Leidner and their two
pals Andrew Hale on lead-guitar and Julian Morena on drums. Their infectious songs are equal parts avant-garde comedy and heart-felt human tragedy.
Every band's musical journey starts with each band member drinking a quart of paint, and we are no exception.
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