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Clawson Apt. Song
03:59
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Looking for an apt looking for an apt looking for an apt looking for an apt looking for an apt looking for an apt
Baby I'm ready
Let's move in
To that swanky lil apt
in the weird part of Clawson
Michigan
Zip code is 48017
It ain't that expensive
but it ain't cheap
All of the utilities are covered
except for electricity
But if we each save a hundred
from each weeks pay
then we'll be fine, we'll be ok
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It's an easy task
to fill in the gaps
with noises and voices
when before then
there was no music
I got stuck writing all the bad songs
that no one wants to sing along to
but somebody has to do it
and this week I'm working overtime
from 5-9 for fear that I
might be losing it
I don't wanna quit
But I'm getting older
and over my shoulder
I see brats with guitars
working hard
on their first radio hits
Fuck it
I went to
the record company
and all I got was this
lousy t-shirt
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Purple Christmas Chips
04:22
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La la la la la la la
Dah oh Dah do oh oh
La la la la la la la laaa
Dah oh dah doh doh doh doh
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The Astro Wrap
02:20
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I like to drive my van
with one hand at the wheel
Shocks are long dead
so I know how the road feels
Took the radio out
so I hear the brakes squeal
Got my bike in the back
in case I break down
Keep the side window cracked
to hear all the suburb sounds
Keep my foot on the gas
to go fast, I push the pedal down
Body is white and rusted
Black rims on my van
Got it for 300 dollars
Off my girlfriends old man
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Famous
04:13
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Forced your eyes closed but mine work still.
There's still clothes in the bedroom closet.
You left the door open, oh, what for?
That old belt that you never wore... now you, use it.
Please don't let me be another...
Please don't let me be another small town...
The old kitchen, the wall paper torn.
New baby in utero.
The cat's asleep on the couch.
A new smell settles all over the house.
Please don't let me be another...
Please don't let me be another small town suicide..
No note, nothing's left in the place
Except snap shots they've yet to take.
And the T-shirt that you had on,
now in a black trash bag on the front lawn.
Please don't let me be another small town suicide.
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If I let you take my gun
will you let me run
and tell my family
of the duel I owe you
I'm good for it
I'm not like the stars
I'm not yellow
Well, I never showed
because I'm yellow
I'm no
Clint Eastwood
I'm no John Wayne
most of all
I'm no Martin McFly
I'm just a scared guyr
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Lit Reference in a Dream
01:57
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The first time I slept soundly
was when when you were sleeping next to me
I can't remember what I dreamed
You said I was snoring
but before that
you said if I brushed my teeth
you'd kiss me
when I'd fall asleep
Well, I just want you to love me, above all else
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Protege
02:14
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The Smarter
03:59
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Stop leavin' those little clues
because I don't love you.
Oh you're so arrogant
think you're so smart.
God only knows what you've been through
is this what you wanted?
Some song to scoff at?
Something to show your few remaining friends?
Singing, "He's... he's not over me!"
Hey, you. You've got another thing coming.
God only knows what you're looking for.
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Vacation
01:45
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You wanna go outta town?
Me too.
Yeah.
Let's take a vacation.
Let's take a vacation somewhere.
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Shaun W. Detroit
Shaun W. (fka Matilda) is meant to be more of a musical documentation of life events rather than a marketable musical cash
cow.
It is the mostly solo, ever changing, ongoing musical project of Shaun Wisniewski.
Songs are mostly folk-y and noisy. They also have flourishes of electronic beats, sound collage, and synth. For the most part the songs are poorly produced, and that’s fine.
... more
Shaun W. recommends:
Withdrawel Shirt
by The Dead People
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God Sags His Pants is a musical collective formerly based in Detroit, & now Seattle. DIY at its finest, the artists craft weird-o fuzz-folk, dark & melodic post-rock, & math-y punk rock.
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The Ones That Got Away: Volume One
by The Burning Hell
The great white North should be proud to call The Burning Hell a child of hers. This band out of Canada has the stuff to make home-made folk-pop music fun, honest, depressing, and wonderful again.
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Phantom Letters
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Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness.
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Constant Smiles write ghostly songs, where haunting vocals are wreathed in fog and float over melancholy guitars.
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