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Hartsdale Hotbox
03:02
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Read something strange out of King James the air had changed shit wasn’t the same
The high school dames you longed to bang have changed their names and moved to Queens
Put all these things out in the flames go downtown claim my charred remains
Moving along now I’m estranged from all the shame running in my veins
What’s good
I’m chillin’ outside your building
The buzzers broken shits better unspoken
What’s really really good is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue when you’re up way past your curfew
What’s really really good is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue when you’re up way past your curfew
And through the moans of overtones the notes are stones that hits your bones
Played you a song you nodded solemn turned on Conan and now we’re stoned
Sirens are poems cops write and show em at open mikes in Bed Stuyvesant
Moving along now I’m alone I know you’re home
What’s good
I’m chillin’ outside your building
The buzzers broken shits better unspoken
What’s really really good is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue when you’re up way past your curfew
What’s really really good is what I’d ask you if I could
Just chillin’ is a virtue when you’re up way past your curfew
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Portchester past I95, take a right into the parking lot
Down the stairs past the Mariachi records you bought and then forgot
Who would play you in a movie, maybe Julia Styles
Cus you got a foreign lover winking at the bottom of your smile
Tell you what I’ll do
I’ma wait out here for you
Till the cars begin to move
And the sun dries all the dew
Search through all the bars and the nice gentlemen’s cars
Smile and then you’re gone you don’t get what you want
Can’t figure the mathematics of your thighs in the fuck’em dress
Pat Swayze on them bitches like its 4AM and I’m depressed
Who would play you in a movie maybe Maggie Gyll’
Irish immigrants stare out the water sad and mute and still
One day when you’re gone
I’ma wait out on your lawn
Till the street lamps all turn on
And the dog walkers are gone
Black out all the moon
Black out in your room
You don’t get what you want
You don’t get what you want
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Play songs outside of the BBQ on 8th and 23rd
St. Johns, dopesick in the pews you don’t know any of the words
On a black Friday you never noticed the stars
Take it back Sade you turn her on in the car
Do you wanna get a drink with me
In this country we go tat for tat, wasted bumming a cigarette
Do you wanna sit and sing to me
Name dogs after all the boys you slept with in 8th grade
Name songs after all the shit I used to hear you say
Cadillac Escalades huddle outside of the bars
Sitting back in the shade I never noticed your scar
Do you wanna get a drink with me
In this country we go tat for tat, wasted bumming a cigarette
Do you wanna sit and sing to me
On a black Friday you never noticed the stars
Take it back Sade you turn her on in the car
Do you wanna get a drink with me
In this country we go tat for tat, wasted bumming a cigarette
Do you wanna sit and sing to me
Barefoot not a pot to piss in these motherfuckers won’t ever listen
Do you wanna get a drink with me
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Borned King
03:42
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Picked up on the first ring
Heard your bracelets jingle jing
The sound of your voice hang when you knew that it was me
The silver armor glinted in the noonday sun
The squire closed his eyes and dreamed of Michigan
The soldiers’ mouths watered as they gazed upon the gates of the Born King
She bawled in the corners of legit estates
Her nipples set out like dinner plates
She pulled in close then hesitates
Inside of the walls of the born king lord she drawls
Abandoned swings men’s room stalls inside the walls
The villagers they screamed
In the grocery stores and streams
The gracious mothers grieved closed the doors and wept for the spring
Sometimes when I look at old pictures of you I could just crawl right through the frame
All the boys and girls in the cab on cocaine
The procession laid out like reverent thighs
The magistrate with the batted eyes
The field stained red like cherry pies
Inside of the walls of the born king lord she drawls
Abandoned swings men’s room stalls inside the walls
Walking home alone don’t pick up the phone
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Touch
03:12
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Walking around with older guys
Talking about getting drunk and high
One takes her arm says don’t be shy
She makes him laugh the way he likes
Scanning her body with your eyes
Want something bad it makes you cry
Dangle your legs over the side
Bum me a cig I got a light
Don’t say too much don’t talk just touch
Don’t fuck this up go slow don’t rush
Don’t say too much don’t talk just touch
You’ll miss the bus she grabbed her stuff
All the Italians talk about the shit that would come out of her mouth
Crosses her legs sits on your couch
Stealing a glance you check her out
Though she is only a foot away
Stare at your feet think of what to say
Dangle your legs over the side
Bum me a cig I got a light
Don’t say too much don’t talk just touch
Don’t fuck this up go slow don’t rush
Don’t say too much don’t talk just touch
You’ll miss the bus she grabbed her stuff
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It's Something I Do
03:09
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Old lovers in the cold air, said she never wants to get in the way
Stayed up watching Colbert, all the lights run cross her face
That’s right it’s broken and you can’t get back together
There’s something unspoken when her hand touches the leather
That’s all the claim the call you can rely on
Pulled into gear and followed in a Scion
There’s something in your midst
I’m thinking of you it’s something I do
Fall colors and the damp air and you don’t know what to say
Everything that you did there was just to make her stay
That’s right I’m fucked up and it can’t get any better
There’s something in the rough cuts and it makes you can’t forget her
That’s all the claim the call you can rely on
Pulled into gear and followed in a Scion
There’s something in your midst
I’m thinking of you it’s something I do
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Taste
03:57
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Picked you up in a Toyota Camry you flipped the channels till you turned on Prodigy
Parked outside a bar on your old street the window hummed like neon royalty
We drank rum and sing karaoke, coldplay done in a thick cockney
Then we left and drove to another bar I put my fingers between your legs in the car
Your lips full your eyes closed o my god no rubbers no seatbelt and no stars
Then holding the nape of your neck I came so good I can’t even spell my name
Hey give me a taste
O yea
Then we left and went to your brother’s place
Did so much coke can’t feel my face
Walked down come to a familiar door open it up it smells just like before
Close your eyes and whisper like a whore breathe me in monsieur je t'adore
All the lighthouses and the cold dead cowards and draped carnations on the tall stone towers
Your lover comes to you in the cold dawn hours and whispers to you promises she’ll never keep the light it creeps into your checks
Hey give me a taste
O yea
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You Know I'm Down
02:10
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All these people want are covers, had your mom make up the flyers
You’d be my lover but for another
I wish I could live 1000 lives, court and wed 1000 wives
Sow the bed with golden lies, journey to the center of 1000 thighs
Call me when your feeling down
Call me when he’s not around
Call me let’s get out this town you know I’m down
All the songs you like are southern
I don’t know when we’ll see eachother
You’d be my lover but for another
Listen to the apples in stereo, rocking pete and paul and mary-o
Trouble and toil, bubblin’ oil
Grab some potatoes and bring em to boil
Call me when your feeling down
Call me when he’s not around
Call me let’s get out this town you know I’m down
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If you want love you found it
Don’t you say shit about it
New York is just a con all work and not much fun
Take it slow take it gentle then you know when it’s simple
Do you love me, do you think of me drunk at a party
There’s a corpse in your truck
Say it softly making coffee my hands through your bangs got the world at your fangs
If you’ve got love you shout it don’t want to hear shit about it
I’m making this on luck
Man I will fuck you up
Take it slow take it gentle then you know when it’s simple
Do you love me, do you think of me drunk at a party
There’s a corpse in your truck
Say it softly making coffee my hands through your bangs got the world at your fangs
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Miracle
02:58
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Doctors bring their patients in all dressed in white sheets
Welcome Mr. Bateman won’t you please get on your knees
Ocean of songs flow out your palms, knock knock knock at the patio door at dawn
Drawled damnation and the whole damn world’s a stage
I ain’t played my part yet on account of wage
Ocean of pain you hear when he sing, I miss you so much I just can’t place your name
That’s what you call a miracle wind bring his name to my ear
Women and children hysterical me I have no fear
All them crab rappers y’all rubber and I am glue
Money stick to me it bounce off of you
Ocean of charms Midwestern farms
A pox, a pang, a pity that you’re gone
That’s what you call a miracle wind bring his name to my ear
Women and children hysterical
me I have no fear
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Frog New York, New York
Two real cool guys from NY. Vocalist & Multi-Instrumentalist: Daniel Bateman / Drums & Percussion: Steve Bateman. Photo credit: innovacancy.com
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