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walkie talkie
03:30
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i’m inside now watching the tv
dressed up with no place to go
i tried to call you seven times now
thought we could go see the show
with our lipstick and feather boas
real queen fever dream
we’d put the top down, head to the valley
we could cause a real scene
we roll up to the end of world party
listening to our favorite song
we can see who’s wearing mascara
it runs as they sing along
people high five, people make out
people fight in the streets
we all know that it’s the end now
we can watch on our screens
in our rhinestones and white leather
dab on eau de gasoline
we launch our chryslers over the canyon
pick up a real head of steam
i wear my hair high, comb in back pocket
got handful of grease
pull my collar up to my cheekbones
pout like a real james dean
people high five, people make out
people fight in the streets
we all know that it’s the end now
we can watch on our screens
we piss on money, barter with sphinxes
we got a real taste for it now
i can run with my walkie talkie
my mom would be so proud
we don’t pay taxes, we cut the phone lines
the documents are in flames
we jammed the cameras, doing our part now
to take down the regime
people high five, people make out
people fight in the streets
we all know that it’s the end now
we can watch on our screens
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you think you know
02:52
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when they came for me
in my red party dress
i hiked my skirt up to my knees
so my legs were free to kick
they had so many hands
i couldn’t get away
i twisted like a tornado
but i wanted it, the people say
you think you know what you would do
but you don't until it’s happening to you
you think you know what you would do
but you don't until it’s happening to you
my friend went to the basement
with an older neighborhood kid
they were down there for a long time
i thought they were playing pool, maybe sneaking cigarettes
when he came back up he was different
his face was a fog with eyes
he threw up in my bedroom
his hands shook hard; he cried:
you think you know what you would do
but you don't until it’s happening to you
you think you know what you would do
but you don't until it’s happening to you
that one girl got drunk at a party
and was dragged to a bedroom
she couldn't fight them off
when they got on top of her
some people pounded on the door
and tried to stop them
others stood in line in the hall
and waited for their turn
you think you know what you would do
but you don't until it’s happening to you
you think you know what you would do
but you don't until it’s happening to you
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3. |
share my misery
03:04
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well, someone lit the doom fuse
and everyone looks like
a frances bacon painting now
it’s becoming more and more
difficult to love my fellow man
on worry street every tv
tells love to beat it
trafficking only in confusion
the conspiracy salesman
obsesses from inside each home
his tiny hands push at the edges of the screen
his gestures large and meaningless
sign language for the conspiracy clutch
take the money and run
everything looks like a target
when you’ve got a gun
share my misery
you know that guy who’s mouth is a tiny asshole?
he’s hooked up on ego feed
ventilating the collective id
providing a fan service
for these brothers who
live in a house out in the country
they keep their limbless mom
under the bed on a roll-y cart
like car mechanics use
they pull her out when they want her
and drive around in an old convertible
looking for someone to kidnap
to “walking after midnight”
a haze of internet depression
slinks over a worried nation
everyone alone medicating
but only a few can actually get medication
share my misery
running a largely successful bullying
campaign creating false outrage
he’s spreading a contagion
of bad behavior in a captive nation
providing a fan service for
this couple next door
who start a fight inside the house
then bring the fight outside
and then everyone on the block
can hear the end of that marriage
or that crazy mom and her teenage daughter
white trash, you know
they knock down drag out fight for 45 minutes
and i’m kind of like “i wanted to rake the lawn
and now i can't do that. now i just have to
go inside until you stop”
or those fans across the street
in that weird flop house for forty year olds
all these white dudes show up everyday
with their bikes and two 24 packs
of mountain ice at ten in the morning
that old guy with a baseball cap and junk jeans
an american flag patch on the hole of his knee
they set up their lawn chairs and
throw their beer cans everywhere
because it is their god given right
to do as they please
and sometimes i sit on my steps
and play my ukele,
which is the smallest and
happiest instrument in the world
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waste of space
03:42
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let’s have a contest
see who gets bored first
i’m a secret/sacred fetus
don't know the words
movies on the inside
of my eyelids
i can't hear you
wearing my earbuds
my homeroom dream
stares into space
i meet her on the ceiling
where the halogen blinks
i’m a real waste of space
baby doll gone bad just in case
i’m a real waste of space
baby doll gone bad just in case
get in line for the pity party
shut up now so we can talk about me
i write on paper airplanes
throw them at the whiteboard
they fly into the garbage
no one reads them
sometimes i can’t
feel my lower body
i hate what I’m doing
but i cant help it
the cure is the problem
not the solution
i feel just like i did
during the accident
i’m a real waste of space
baby doll gone bad just in case
i’m a real waste of space
baby doll gone bad just in case
get in line for the pity party
shut up now so we can talk about me
i remember one time
the moon obeyed me
it came out from behind
the clouds when i called it
it was round and bright
like a big white marble
or the sun in reverse
oh i don't know how to say it
i’m a real waste of space
baby doll gone bad just in case
i’m a real waste of space
baby doll gone bad just in case
get in line for the pity party
shut up now so we can talk about me
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dumbshow
02:29
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i’m a dumbshow
imitating a person
doing an impression
of a mannequin
i know you don’t like it
when i tell you what to do
but if i don’t, who is going to?
i spin in a circle
late 1960s hairdo
thought i was a twiggy
but i’m a fucked up mrs brady
i keep trying to make it
one thing but it’s another
i love it so why bother
you ate all my candy
i want you to get off of me
it’s not your birthday
i have no gifts for you
la la la la
lonely, not yet friendless
lost, yet not astray
too tired to play dead
too dead to play the game
did i touch my face
home the only place i feel safe
never let my hair down
but i am fun as fuck
i know you don’t like it
when i tell you what to do
but if i don’t, who is going to?
rally round the bully now
the rat played in the basement
what kind of club is this
why would want to join it?
blah blah blah blah
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heavy heads of hyacinth
03:11
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i ruined many parties
for my boyfriend
when i was a sad girl
i wore all my skirts
above the knees
to show off all my bruises
god is a feeling
and i’ve got a sunrise inside
i see you forever folding
lilacs into pages
of old books
drinking coke
with crushed ice
you were such a fucking poem
god is a feeling
and i’ve got a sunrise inside
all the kids by the green fence
are pulling faces under
the heavy heads of hyacinth
the cemetery
keeps in all the dead
i can’t make you forgive me
god is a feeling
and i’ve got a sunrise inside
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7. |
mustache of the devil
03:20
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the mustache of the devil is tickling me
bad as it sounds it’s not as bad as I want it to be
he plucks his own eye out and holds it in his fingers
puts his thumb up to his lips and licks it ‘til it tingles
he shoves the eye inside of me and takes a red hot look
and if he likes what he sees, he sets right down to cook
mother! my hands are tied
mother! you should see his ride
i’ve seen him rip off both his ears and hold them to the ground
he hears the moaning of the dead and his heart explodes with song
he has a voice like glass on ice, it rips me to the core
i’ve enjoyed once or twice my guts out on the floor
mother! my hands are tied
mother! you should see his ride
his fingers dance along my spine, a vertebrae piano
i can’t count the times I’ve said I cannot stand “blue danube”
but he insists, as the devil will, to show off about the house
says since he can’t play rochmananoff, he damn well will play strauss
mother! my hands are tied
mother!
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8. |
jukebox revolution
04:22
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lying on the bedroom floor
staring at the ceiling
record spinning round and round
feels just like religion
should i listen to big star
or should i listen to my dad?
they tell me to fall in love
he tells me to get a job
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby baby
girls just want to have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it feels like to hold a record in your hand
i drove to your mother’s house
you let me see your room at night
in the dark we press
our smiles together
little window by your bed
radio above your head
you turn it up and sing
“and it makes we wonder”
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby baby
girls just want to have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it's like to have a favorite band
i was a teenage ghost
only you could see me
i’d steal the keys, take the car
slip into the city
throw pebbles at your window
“five years” on the stereo
i was so sad about my dad
you held me like a baby
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby baby
girls just want to have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it feels like to hold a record in your hand
lying on my comforter
looking at the cover art
on my stomach
studying the lyrics
joni sings in cursive
about the last time she saw richard
i won’t come down to dinner
got a job now i buy my own records
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby baby
girls just wanna have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it’s like to hold a record in your hand
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lying on the bedroom floor
staring at the ceiling
record spinning round and round
feels just like religion
should i listen to big star
or should i listen to my dad?
they tell me to fall in love
he tells me to get a job
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby
girls just want to have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it's like to hold a record in your hand
i drove you to your mother’s house
you let me see your room at night
in the dark we press
our smiles together
little window by your bed
radio above your head
you turn it up and sing
“and it makes we wonder”
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby baby
girls just want to have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it’s like to have a favorite band
i was a teenage ghost
only you could see me
i’d steal the keys, take the car
slip into the city
throw pebbles at your window
“five years” on the stereo
i was so sad about my dad
you held me like a baby
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby
girls just want to have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it’s like to hold a record in your hand
lying on my comforter
looking at the cover art
on my stomach
studying the lyrics
joni sings in cursive
about the last time she saw richard
i won’t come down to dinner
got a job now i buy my own records
hey hey what do you say
juke box revolution
shalalala ooh baby
girls just wanna have fun
drown you out, dance around
turn it up i wanna be hurt by sound!
only my friends understand
what it’s like to hold a record in your hand
©2021
(adrianne lenker said something about seeing someone's room at night. that stuck with me, and i used it as inspiration for a line in this song.)
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Annie and the Bang Bang Minneapolis, Minnesota
Annie and the Bang Bang is a Minneapolis rock band that genre hop from dreamy folkpop to late sixties rock to swampy blues. Guitarist and songwriter, Annie Enneking tells stories about being a person in a world full of complicated people, and relies on the thick invention of the Bang Bang: John Riedlinger (guitar), Kare Tweiten (bass), Mike Kittel (drums). Top pic Tom Smouse. ... more
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