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Ivy League
04:05
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All the sophomores are a bustle
The autumn wind knows no one's company today
A piece of Northface fights the fray while all the DJs start to play
And I would hustle if that set is due at eight
A red river lines the trail
Your run is littered by a pack of little leaves
And while you wait you have to plead yourself to not go home with
Reasons how you sailed through another month with Bs
I've been carving pictures, spitting out the seeds in lectures
Keeping time with all your problems, wishing that you'd fucking solve them
Skip the weekend go to Boston, missing out on Friday frolic seems
Like a good trade to me, but you don't agree and
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
And there's that girl you're always seeing
She looks so shy in this dimly lit facade
But it's so loud you wander till she's gone, just traces left of Goldenrod
It's freeing but depressing all along
And all your friends have got their shit shows
The only remedies a dusty stack of books
And while you're buried in those scenic hooks, you'll just about avoid the looks
From all the chances that you never took
Dress the room up nicely, have all the drinks been put on ice yet?
A crawl was stopping through on 7th, I was thinking maybe Neon Indian
To a night we won't remember, so why does this seem so familiar now?
A thousand times before so what's one more
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
It's been far too long, we really need to talk
When we were so naive, she thought we both were so cool
I remember once when I was so much younger
This all seemed so enchanting, what's happened to my hunger
There's a line that runs, out this door to all the
Opportunities and broken spirit makers
You're a casualty of what's become expected
Four years of fucking up well, let's drink until we're reckless
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2. |
Jennifer
02:53
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Fill a void this hollowed crevice has been haunting me
I've been mistaken far too many times to justify this very
Feeling of such self assured elation and despondency
But run with me I've got another headwind heading east across a sea
She sees a summer coming, rushing on a raging river
Everything's in swing and she is ready to break all the tethers
But I've been making strings out of my heart and hoping that they'll weather
And I've been making echoes in the dark but they all come back shattered
So now I'm swallowed up engulfs me and I can't go back
Your eyes have told me truths that cut me sharper than the white and black
These mirror images reflect a trail that is long and wound
You're waiting on the other end to tell me now that I've been found
I could show you all the colors you thought lied too far past
The ultraviolet spectrum's meaningless when we are fast
Approaching all the things you thought you left behind when you were young
But now the clock is ticking so I'm asking you if you will run
Keep calm and carry on, I've tried but I can't hide no more
This anxious feeling hits like an insomniac who's eyes are sore
And I've been told to keep it under wraps but I just can't ignore
The sound of either St. Peter of Hades knocking at me door and
I'm writing math down in a notebook but I'm thinking
Of a girl who likes to write about the things she thinks are trifling
But I know that they mean more cause I can hear it when she's singing
Write a life down in the key of C and send your mind off reeling
I could drive you to the places you have never been to
Drop your life behind and let the steering wheel guide you
If I'm a flame I've been rekindled and right now I'm burning blue
So now I'm asking if I might light a fire inside of you
Fill a void this hollowed crevice has been haunting me
I've been mistaken far too many times to justify this very
Feeling of such self assured elation and despondency
But run with me I've got another headwind heading east across a sea
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I Am An Animal
02:52
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Put your guns away, you've shot them off two times today
She said to meet me at the cabin, then ran away to Montana
Go get your guitar, it's in the closet upstairs
The one by the fireplace where we used to sit and watch alright, I'll get it
And when the moon gets high, we'll make a run for water
Count the footprints that you leave behind and look at me with wild eyes
I am not a boy I, am an animal I, am a spirit of night, I don't want to see light
I am not a boy I, am an animal I, am a spirit of night, I don't want to see light
Take your clothes off and settle down
Put that record on that makes me think of Freshman year and
Pull your hair to one side and, cock your hips to the other side
And let me see the aether dancing in your deep brown iris
There are fireworks outside lighting up the night sky
There's a blanket of stars, covered in black and draped on the hillside
Did you mean to spill your wine because you know I like
To see you just a little drunk, and screaming your sins at the darkness
So ramp the car to 90, and run the gas to empty,
And put that station on that plays the songs that we can sing to
There's an open clearing, but fireflies are fleeing,
Must be monsters roaming, getting older, eating dreams and
Don't turn around, you'll see it
Don't close your eyes, I need them
Hits you when you least expect it, 19 seemed so very reckless
27 takes you out, while 29 chases me down
I do not think that this is how the iceberg was supposed to catch me
I am not a boy I, am an animal I, am a spirit of night, I don't wanna see light
I was not a boy I, was an animal I, was a spirit of night, I don't wanna see light
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UT Kirin Austin, Texas
Bedroom indie rock project of one HR Huber-Rodriguez.
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