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Ky Hamon - Shiny Shuppet
04:43
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We were kids with new phones
Roleplaying our hearts out
You played the ghost and I played the haunted
You were scared of touch, I was scared of your presence
We painted lives with every little text
Your swing set’s a spaceship; send us to the next
Little planet where people are a little less loud
My worm’s-eye-view of you is ever-present,
Purple, royalty of the shy kid
There are so many things that remind me of
You and the smile you sent when I asked in stupid texts,
“Can we say ‘I love you’ friend-to-friend?
I’ve always wanted to hear that
I know that we’re shy, but I promise I’ll talk,
Promising sunrise and skateboards and ramen on rooftops”
Wizard of Oz on New Year’s Eve
Sending pics, saying, “Soon we’ll meet”
And talks at 2 a.m. — “Are you still up?”
And nothing after that
I just want to be there when you’re sick
I’ve been giving hugs to everything I miss
We said we’d run away from home
I guess you got there first
If I creeped you out before I cracked my shell,
I’m sorry, I just had to find myself
You probably won’t recognize me now
And probably never will
If I believe in you, do I believe in ghosts?
You still exist in forests
Of paper and poems
I guess you still kinda haunt me
And that’s okay
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Ky Hamon - Houndoom
02:03
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You’ll all kill each other
The zero boys don’t care about the scene
This wasn’t the summer I was promised
I’ve brainwashed this little head to believe
That the 21st century is hell and only hell
Where’s your best friend? Where’s my soap opera life?
The kind that doesn’t end on the internet
I can’t promise anything anymore, I hope we all
Stay warm, I hope we all, stay away from each other
I hope we go home after the show
I hope we all fall in love, leave the state, meet back up
Like The Big Chill, I hope we all stay warm, stay warm
Stay warm
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Ky Hamon - Whismur
03:02
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You’ve been awfully quiet
So I’ll go back in time to feel it
And why can’t we steal the sounds from bus stops
Bottle our talks and talk like sophomores forever?
It hasn’t snowed much around here lately
So I attribute the weather to your presence
One day, you’ll return, we’ll have a blizzard on our hands
These stupid fields that everyone hates holds a blanket of stars
That give me escape at 2 a.m.
I hope that the mountains make you feel above me
If that’s what you need
I drive under the blankets and swear to myself
That one of us has to still care
In my head, I string the planets
And make a rosary and pray for you ‘cause I pray for you
I still pray for you
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I drove to Denver in a car,
I tried to drive to Mexico, but I didn't make it far,
I sold my soul, now I'm heading for the bar,
And baby I'll be dead before the dark,
I rode to Kansas on the train,
Gallons of alcohol made me lose all my restraint,
I left your body buried somewhere in the planes,
And baby I hope they find you when it rains,
I went to prison on the bus,
Just know I always wanted the very best for us,
Now all I'm seeing is a girl I'll never trust,
And baby I'll be dead before the dusk,
I write to you from in my cell,
In the morning, the sheriff is fixing to send me straight to hell,
When my body's swinging, know that you were in my heart,
And baby I'll be dead before the dark
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5. |
JD Greving - Oil
02:21
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Oil
The things we'll do for oil,
It makes my blood boil,
The things we'll do for oil,
Oil
The things we'll do for oil,
Seeping right down to the soil,
The things we'll do for oil,
Oil is in my blood
Oil
The things we'll do for oil,
To the Victor go the spoil,
Oh, for that oil,
Oil
The things we'll do for oil,
Through the hellfire and toil
For that oil
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6. |
JD Greving - Caroline
06:18
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Caroline, go get the gun,
The sheriff is coming and we've gotta run,
Don't pack the pictures of us,
We'll make our new lives when we step on the bus,
And we'll go,
And never come home,
Caroline, pass me the mask,
I'll just run in the bank, but I'm coming right back,
And no matter what you hear,
Meet me outside when everything's clear,
and we'll go,
As far as we can,
To our own promised Land,
Caroline, step on the gas,
Those bullets are metal, and the windshield is glass,
Speed away, we can laugh,
With starts in our eyes and fistfuls of cash,
And we'll know,
We were meant for the road,
Caroline, please come to bed,
There's nobody out there,
I've already checked,
You must be out of your mind,
If they're looking for me there's no way they're gonna find a thing,
So could you just get some sleep,
I think that's what you need,
Caroline, light me a smoke,
I know it must seem there's no end to this road,
But we can go wherever we want,
It's a great big world and I'll be dammed if we don't see it all,
So darlin' come take my hand,
Caroline, talk to me babe,
I need you to try and stay wide awake,
And if you need me to drive
It's 300 miles to the Hollywood sign,
Here we come,
Driving straight to the sun,
Caroline, here we come
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