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Liz Lemon
03:06
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You know it's Saturday
Curtains drawn and the shoes are off
City Catcalls from the street
And you're wrapped up in a robe
Reading Nabokov
8 Million in the Summer heat
City rise to the disco beat
Insomnia in concrete
And you're curled up on the couch
Falling fast asleep
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
Where the girls know how to have fun
Another Saturday
Bright lights of the TV on
Yellow cab calls from the street
And motionless intensifies
8 Million in the Summer heat
City writhes to the disco beat
Insomnia in concrete
And you're curled up on the couch
Falling fast asleep
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
Where the girls know how to have fun
And it's alright
Maybe one more
It's only fair
What could it hurt
Just one more night
Maybe one more
It's only fair
What could it hurt
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
Where the girls know how to have fun
Just one more night
Maybe one more
It's only fair
What could it hurt
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
I want to go to there
Where the girls know how to have fun
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2. |
Badame Bueno
02:33
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Maybe his methods were unsound
But there was no other way
To get the people off the ground
To the U.S. of A
Smuggled them in stacks of bricks
So Miami could powder its nose
Knowing full well the risk
Should the scheme ever be exposed
Badame Sessa
Flying over embargo
Out of the despotic hell
The people stashed in the cargo
With the finest blow they could sell
And by the time
The Cold War cooled
Oh, he was already gone
But they still remember
All people he fooled
Once a year
Harlem's his song
Badame Sessa
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3. |
Brooklyn Bodega
02:55
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Just an awkward mention
Of the obvious intention
And the trepidation
Of the blow anticipation
And the tact is gone now
And the fact that
I don't know how
Dusting fossils of like
Allen Grant and you're the 'copter
And I
Just Keep
Talking, standing
Reading
Names on
Yellow Pages
Melting like a Dali
From the wrist
Onto the pavement
Past the old bodega
Through the Escher labyrinth
Just trying not to leave
The steps to soon
But I don't know how
Dusting fossils of like
Allen Grant and you're the 'copter
And I
Just Keep
Talking, standing
Reading
Names on
Yellow Pages
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4. |
Holton Hall
01:59
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Try to impress
With quotes from the text
And anything but what I want to say to you
(Say to you)
The entitled eyes
Fixed on the clock
They don't understand you at all
('stand you at all)
I know rules are rules
But this one's just so cruel
Maybe we can get around it
Who needs school
(They don't understand you)
I know rules are rules
(At all)
But this one's just so cruel
Maybe we can get around it
Who needs school
(They don't understand you)
I know rules are rules
(At all)
But this one's just so cruel
(They don't understand you)
Maybe we can get around it
(At all)
Who needs school
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5. |
Jazzy Jeff
04:18
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You know we try to tell ourselves
Oh, it's not that bad
Biting off our tongues
Lying straight through chattering teeth
Knowing all too well
We ignored every stark warning
Promising ourselves that we'd be gone
When Winter fell
Casting our curtains off
Saying goodbye with our dusty lungs
Slipping our sullen skin
Ready for the renaissance to win
Casting our curtains off
Saying goodbye with our dusty lungs
Slipping our sullen skin
Ready for the renaissance to win
And then we hold our breath
In deep blue hands gloved fingers crossed
Sidewalk salted wounds just
Stinging more with every step
Worshiping the false prophets
Smug with their green-screen backs
Promising ourselves that we'd be gone
When Winter fell
Casting our curtains off
Saying goodbye with our dusty lungs
Slipping our sullen skin
Ready for the renaissance to win
Casting our curtains off
Saying goodbye with our dusty lungs
Slipping our sullen skin
Ready for the renaissance to win
Casting our curtains off
Saying goodbye with our dusty lungs
Slipping our sullen skin
Ready for the renaissance to win
Casting our curtains off
Saying goodbye with our dusty lungs
Slipping our sullen skin
Ready for the renaissance to win
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Paper Holland Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Paper Holland’s music opens a portal to the nostalgic realm of imagined vacations and wide-eyed dreams. Their atmospheric pop sound traverses land, air, and sea while encompassing a wide and varying selection of instrumentation. Such style has landed them comparisons to Hippo Campus, Vampire Weekend, and Phoenix. ... more
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