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Who knows how this came to be
And who cares how this came to be
I got a kid I don’t know and a criticized novel
A novel, yeah, a super shitty novel
Who thought the lives we lead
Meant anyone to anything
(Or anything to anyone)
These Alameda sunsets
Are holding me back again
Oh well, stupidity fancied me the author
Of a time and a place, a time and a place
Just because I didn’t know what to do with my life
I took the beauty and filth
The shine and the guilt
As more than just another Friday night
And I’m left with
Rose colored reactions
And a dyslexic diagnoses from an online test
Saturday Saturdays comin’ ‘round
Saturday Saturdays comin’ down
You had a future so bright
But the sun in your eyes
Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you
Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you
Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you
Yes you found a way
Old days seem older now than before
I’m gonna buy an old shack in Guadalajara
Guadalajara or some place less common
And change my name to John Wayne
Or something less dumber
Because
These Alameda sunsets are holding me back again
These Alameda sunsets are holding me back again
These Alameda sunsets won’t ever let me leave
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Saigon Market
05:17
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Josef Lucas was a friend of mine
He never loaded an Econoline
He drove a dented Ford jalopy
With plates from Albuquerque
And arrived when it felt alright
Build it up
Break it down
And take it
Back home to Saigon Market
Spin it up
Smoke it down
Because
Aliens never die
They go home
Back home to Saigon Market
Josef Lucas was a psychopath
And a reliable one at that
He took the silence in a room as an obvious cue
To tell us that most planes are haunted
What’s it mean?
No one knows
Except the Tom Sawyer of Telegraph
Spin it up
Smoke it down
Because
Aliens never die
They go home
Back home to Saigon Market
Cuz theres a fire in the attic
And the block is apathetic
To the big noise
Big noise
Spilling out
Its just another day in the neighborhood
Cuz theres a fucked up synthesizer
Making all of that clatter
The sound is so confusing
That the cops won’t even bother
Shiny things aren’t always gold
Take me home
Back home to Saigon market
Who knows what tomorrow brings
Who knows how the past looks in light
Who knows if this place will remember
Fuck days man, it’s all about nights
Josef Lucas was a friend of mine
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I saw the pearls around Lake Merritt
In a riot cop’s baton
I asked him where he came from
He said to keep moving along
So I just stood there for a minute
Just to see
What he would do to me
We both saw moving trucks
Heading north from San Jose
Some punk kids tried resistance
Like there was anything to save
Somethings are just too big
To be seen
With the human eye
Like a new born universe
The rules we’ve built our cage of
And your mother
I saw the few, the proud, the finest
Far beyond requests for change
With nothing now but silence
In a tent made of derange
“Go get job, mother fucker
And quit sleeping in my condo’s entry way”
We both made proper eye contact
Whatever that should mean
Like sailors loading cannons
At the ending of a dream
“Leave me alone, mother fucker
And go back to your life of vague mistakes”
I’ll come back to misery some day
But right now I’m content watching the lake
The most beautiful girl I know
Calls home Creston, Nebraska
I’ve been there once or twice
And always enjoyed my time there
But she always wants to leave
And head back to the bright side of The Bay
I consult my calculations
To see if I am right or wrong
But my calculations equate
Into some stupid song
About a slower way living
That forgets ADHD
I’ll come back and see the point she makes
But right now I’m content watching the lake
But the axe just keeps on swinging
Hypnotizing as it maims
Leaving only pointed fingers
And a list of who to blame
Still somehow only trusting anyone
Who needs a microphone to prove a point
But the world was born on fire
And there’s not much that you can do
Except try to love another
Make your bed and tie your shoes
Or roll out the guillotines
And see if that changes anything
The revolution will have to wait
Right now I’m content watching the lake
I’ll come back and make the hottest take
Right there’s appointments I can’t break
Reality can wait on me
Right now I’m content watching the lake
I’m just watching the lake
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Things get pretty stupid in a courtroom
Just like things get pretty stupid in a life
I put a 19-year-old back in jail
Instead of at home with his kid and wife
I can see for miles from my high-rise
I can scroll my phone and eat alone
And I can count the hours until I see you
6:15 at Mexicali Rose
Every Thursday night
I pull up a chair, you count your till
And give me hell for how I pay my bills
You’re right, but whose worse?
Pushing booze ain’t exactly missionary work
Silence turns to laughter as sunset fades away
I always never tell you
You’re the only person that I like these days
6:15 at Mexicali Rose
Every Thursday night
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