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Gary's getting loaded for the first time
He bought it off some upperclassmen after third period gym
He asked Charlotte T. along
And she said she's nervous but excited
Gary's getting loaded for the first time
And he's pretty sure those upperclassmen ripped him off
His fifteen years old, and he's a freshman in high school
And he's fucking pumped man
As they walked down the dirt path, a quarter mile to the trestle
Their hands almost touched, a couple of times
And after they'd smoked the joint down
And drank a couple Yuenglings that he stole from his dad
She leaned over, and she kissed him
Somewhere in his synapses he was conflating his first romantic experience with his first time getting fucked up
And he knew he had made a friend for life
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Skinned Knees
02:39
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Hitting by Lakewood, smoking and skating, and feeling the breeze
Seventeen with skinned knees
Just landed a tre flip, and it felt amazing
And god he love's weed
Pick him up about now
He's got a pack of 27s gas station downtown
Old enough to see the counter?
You're enough to buy
Hitting the pavement and listening to Pavement, and feeling free
Freer than you'll ever be
Sun in their faces, that shit was amazing, like you can't even see
Summer sweat, and skinned knees
Pick him up about now
He's got a pack of 27s gas station downtown
Old enough to see the counter?
You're enough to buy
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Ovlov T-Shirt
03:00
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I see you there, with fucked up awesome hair
At the Mouth Breather's show, where I don't know anybody
And then last weekend, you were lit up like a beacon
Drunk as a skunk and drawing me in
And you, you rule
Fucked up and cool
Like an Ovlov T-shirt
You, you rule
Ubiquitous and cool
Like an Ovlov T-shirt
You're always wasted, when I see you in the basement
At the Egg Cart, where you know everybody
And then last weekend, you were lit up like a beacon
Sally won't you come and say hello?
And you, you rule
Fucked up and cool
Like an Ovlov T-shirt
You, you rule
Ubiquitous and cool
Like an Ovlov T-shirt
Every night I see you and yr eyes are bright
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MTV Cribs
01:43
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What does Sally see in Gary? I think its drugs
They've been at it for a month, the other night she said its love
But how can it be love when yr always doing drugs?
Laying in the cut like the salt to the slug
She likes those bad dudes, I see him trying to be one
She said "he's really sensitive," I said "I'm fucking sick of this"
Yeah well, put it on my tab
Working to the bone and my ears hut from listening
I don't care they just buy it from me
Smoking in my crib, chilling in my crib
Me what can I say I've got shit to attend to
My problems have got problems and my client's insatiable
Yeah these rich kids they burn money likes it fire
They like their drugs like their clothing, they're into designer
Clair's falling off, Sally's picking up
Climbing on the wagon, liquor in the trunk
Like I said I got shit to attend to
Selling on the corner, or right on my front porch step
I don't care they just buy it from me
Smoking in my crib, chilling in my crib
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Water
02:22
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In the shadow of a Prius you duck the wind
Take a hit and hold it in
Its nearly dark, its 2:00am, its last call at The Model
Pretty soon they'll be breaking bottles
And it seems to be
Wait 'till the water covers me
Wait and see
When will the water cover me?
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Dropping Out
03:51
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Then in the alley, then in the park, then in the street
Its un-predictive just when that feeling is gonna hit
Then it comes over, it dons it socks, it sets up shop
Its un-predictive just when that feeling is gonna stop
Then in the glove box, the nightstand, underneath the bed
Its un-predictive just when it ends
So dropping out of school seemed pretty fine
When Sally's at home and she just picked up a dime
Mom and Dad waiting on the other line
While their kid shoots junk and commits petty crime
Like shoplifting from CVS self-checkout lines
Hating himself cause he can't trust his mind
Gary's breaking down for the first time
Gary's breaking down for the first time
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Up in Cambridge to sell a few bags
Take 'em all instead along with everything I have
Spin and try to snarl, "die yuppie scum"
Turn instead to puke the color of a dying sun
And it goes like this
As my insides go tight
Vision going double in the cold daylight
Gary's getting loaded, Sally's getting smashed
Watching some dumb movie and I'm too high to laugh
Start to black out, as I grab someone's hair
Run to catch the T, Porter to Harvard square
Take the 66, get off in Union Square
Pass out in my piss in front of El Carrizal
Gary's getting loaded, Sally's getting smashed
Watching some dumb movie and I'm too high to laugh
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Sally Pt. 2
03:37
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I wake up, feel the thumping in my chest
He's still sleeping in my bed
Think back to last night when he said
Something that made me feel better instead
And so the days turn into weeks
And the air feels heavy when I speak
Its not sudden, but I'm unprepared
When you say something that makes me feel scared...
But you want to be something pretty
You want to be something pretty
Being an asshole, being an asshole for a year
Seems to still be fucking with me
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9. |
Dog in the Window
03:27
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Count down the minutes, clock out on the Paycor app
Don't know why they use it, when I'm always paid in cash
Endure some looks from the kitchen about my dumb hair
I keep my head down, go ahead let anyone stare
And on the way home I call Mom
Still don't know how she got on
With all those years of me being such a dick
I wanna tell her I'm sorry, but the words always stick
To the back of my throat...
Hang up and see it in the window
A brown lab staring at my shadow
And it looks just like, just like the one Mom had
The one that died the same year as Dad
"Its a real specimen!" the owner says with a grin
Its gonna cost more than I can every bring in
But I'll make do, yeah I'll make do, is what I say
I will learn to walk upright one fine day
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Crooked Spine Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
We did it all for the crooky
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