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Walk With Me
05:10
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Rolled out of bed at a quarter past eleven
Got a buzz about today's friendly gathering
Trying to give the impression I do cool stuff
Said I was interested far too easily
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Walk with me but not too hastily so we can leave this party early
I like to have fun but there's stuff that needs to get done so please don't try to distract me
I've got bills to pay, grades to make, so please don't think I'm boring
I've got mixed self-esteem, high anxiety, and I'm not trying to blow off my priorities
So tell me kindly what do you do for a living?
And ain't this how having fun is done?
I'm a little outlandish for conversation
But we're all just trying not to die alone
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Walk with me but not too hastily so we can leave this party early
I like to have fun but there's stuff that needs to get done so please don't try to distract me
I've got bills to pay, grades to make, so please don't think I'm boring
I've got mixed self-esteem, high anxiety, and I'm not trying to blow off my priorities
I may have said I was going but now I just want to relax
Work was brutal as usual so I just want TV and snacks
I wanna be supportive but I also want to chill
I hate to disappoint you when I say I'm feeling ill
So please don't take it personally if I only stay for a few
It took a Titanic of commitment to have put back on my shoes
So thank you for the invite but tomorrow is a workday
And before I go there's just one thing I gotta say
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Walk with me but not too hastily so we can leave this party early
I like to have fun but there's stuff that needs to get done so please don't try to distract me
I've got bills to pay, grades to make, so please don't think I'm boring
I've got mixed self-esteem, high anxiety, and I'm not trying to blow off my priorities
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2. |
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It's 11 AM on a Sunday
Survivors flock to the strip
Mimosas for the headaches
Leaving inadequate tips
Barkeeps wanna go AWOL
To wash their Harleys at home
Barflies live for the moment
While adhered to their phones
Ooh-ooh-ooh they're looking for a good time
Ooh-ooh-ooh they want the best stuff
Ooh-ooh-ooh they're existential landmines
Ooh-ooh-ooh it'll never be enough
They're the heart throbs for art snobs
They'll never ever be tied down
They're indefinable and unattainable
And they'll never stick around
Ooh-ooh-ooh
It's 3 AM on a Tuesday
And nobody seems to have a job
There are shadows in the corner
Spinning gossip like a fog
Band trivia is the currency
And speculation is the change
Egos swelling with the tides
Currents indelibly ingrained
Ooh-ooh-ooh they're looking for a good time
Ooh-ooh-ooh they want the best stuff
Ooh-ooh-ooh they're existential landmines
Ooh-ooh-ooh it'll never be enough
They're the heart throbs for art snobs
They'll never ever be tied down
They're indefinable and unattainable
And they'll never stick around
When the dust settles they're just people
Just like everybody else
With sin and shame. pride and grace
So don't put them on a shelf
They're the heart throbs for art snobs
They'll never ever be tied down
They're indefinable and unattainable
And they'll never stick around
Ooh-ooh-ooh
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3. |
I Don't Care
03:22
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I don't care about money
I don't care about clothes
I don't care how I look
I don't care where we go
I don't care about yesterday
I don't care about what's been done
I don't care about tomorrow
I don't care about what's to come
I just want some good clean air, and a day without regret
I wanna drift until the sunrise, and not make any bets
I just want to sing off-key from the top of a mountain
I'll let everyone else be while I drink from life's fountain
I don't care about the mortgage
I don't care about the debt
I don't care about the bonus
I don't care that we've been blessed
I don't care about furniture
I don't care about class
I don't care about the future
I don't care about the past
I just want some good clean air, and a day without regret
I wanna drift until the sunrise, and not make any bets
I just want to sing off-key from the top of a mountain
I'll let everyone else be while I drink from life's fountain
I just want some good clean air, and a day without regret
I wanna drift until the sunrise, and not make any bets
I just want to sing off-key from the top of a mountain
I'll let everyone else be while I drink from life's fountain
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I should have been a sailor
Living in a different time
An overseas navigator
With quick wit and weathered mind
Anthologies of false triumphs
Passed from man to man
Working months at a time
Doing the tasks at hand
I should have been a sailor
Living in a different time
An overseas navigator
With quick wit and weathered mind
I could have sailed through storms
That would make you fear God
Or seen the calm of seas
Few men ever drift upon
I should have been a sailor
Living in a different time
An overseas navigator
With quick wit and weathered mind
Calloused hands and hot tempers
The only life I've ever known
Waves and strong currents
Distant winds that have blown, yeah
I should have been a sailor
Living in a different time
An overseas navigator
With quick wit and weathered mind
I should have been a sailor
Living in a different time
An overseas navigator
With quick wit and weathered mind
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5. |
Coasting Through
02:44
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Quick there mister what do you see?
I've been running for days and I'm fresh out of steam
Is there something chasing me fast?
Could this midnight ride be my last?
I sped through Florence about an hour ago
Pedal to the floor ash out the window
The future don't exist or don't you see
We're trapped in a lag between you and me
These crossfire souls, sailing by my window
Living for their tribes, wearing out their glow
We went to the creek and I asked her name
She said actually it's a crying shame
Dolled up for decades before we're cut loose
And there's hardly nothing out there we can choose
I said, "Well hey what's a guy to do? We're all just trying to coast on through"
That's when things took a bit of a turn
She said, "You better take off if you're not gonna yearn."
These crossfire souls, sailing by my window
Living for their tribes, wearing out their glow
Would you be my friend and have some sympathy?
I'm drying out in this midsummer heat
I've made a few mistakes but wouldn't you know
I swear I'm a bigot with a heart of gold
I really couldn't blame you for hedging your bets
But I'm telling you sir I could use some rest
Trudging through meadows and bathing in mud
Hoping for redemption but I'll settle for grub
These crossfire souls, sailing by my window
Living for their tribes, wearing out their glow
These crossfire souls, sailing by my window
Living for their tribes, wearing out their glow
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6. |
Memories
04:20
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Cruising down A1A with the windows down
I turn my head and look to you
Dreaming that the world is as dreamy as this town
Partners in crime doing what young folks do
There's a warm breeze wafting off palm trees
And a saltiness in the air like a haze
This Wednesday afternoon masterpiece
Should be how we spend all our days
And the sun shines down, gazing on us all
Loud or meek, bright or bleak from Winter to the Fall
Things will stay the same, no matter where we lay
Because memories are the best things we contain
There's a purple tint to the horizon
With the excitement of a Summer storm
A cool breeze blows in from the West end
And the thunder starts expressing its scorn
Mothers start calling their kids inside
No more playing in the sprinklers in the yard
As the rains start falling and the ditches rise
Water takes over where the sunlight once starred
And the rain comes down, dancing on us all
Loud or meek, bright or bleak from Winter to the Fall
Things will stay the same, no matter where we lay
Because memories are the best things we contain
Reading a good book in the comfort of bed
Listening as the rain spills its last drops
And you're writing a paper about stealing bread
As the record we have on spinning stops
The sun decides to pay us a visit
Making our patio get nice and warm
So we go outside and try to bask in it
Singeing our skin until the next storm
And the sun shines down, gazing on us all
Loud or meek, bright or bleak from Winter to the Fall
Things will stay the same, no matter where we lay
Because memories are the best things we contain
Memories are the best things we contain
Memories are the best things we contain
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7. |
The Pearl
05:31
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Everything looks better from 10,000 feet
Free falling through the fleeting seconds
Life tastes better when it's all a treat
A slow-mo replay of what was destined
Whoa-oh take the pearl from its shell
Whoa-oh go and poison your own well
There's no sacrifice too great for all our future days
The clouds all seemed to disburse
When that first sin was gently planted
But the drought and pain is far worse
Than the selfish desires granted
Whoa-oh take the pearl from its shell
Whoa-oh go and poison your own well
There's no sacrifice too great for all our future days
So run, kick the dirt up with your feet
And run, though there is no relief
Desires blinded you to the evil around and you will never overcome your grief
Any gold struck is made for fools
The lust for wealth is the sweetest poison
It justifies breaking all your rules
Braids of good are frayed and broken
Whoa-oh take the pearl from its shell
Whoa-oh go and poison your own well
There's no sacrifice too great for all our future days
So run, kick the dirt up with your feet
And run, though there is no relief
Desires blinded you to the evil around and you will never overcome your grief
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8. |
Creatively Challenged
05:52
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There's a short circuit in my brain
They say I'm out of touch
My friends plead in all directions
And I just want them to hush
My turbulence is internal
Well-hidden and out of sight
Listening to songs no one relates to
Well I guess that makes me bright
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
Beats bouncing at different tempos
Inconsistency is certainly key
All words have already been written
How can art set me free?
Expressionless from the outset
Mundane and out of touch
Decrypting boring enigmas
Knowing so little so much
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
I'm the thought police chief
Patrolling my own mind
Not uninspired by force of habit
But simply from a lack of trying
I'm just gonna melt into this groove
And turn my thoughts down for a while
I can always create later
Forgoing everything worthwhile
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, and probably you
This is a song for the creatively challenged;
That's me, but definitely not you
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Citizen Badger Nashville, Tennessee
Citizen Badger is a funky folk rock trio out of West Palm Beach, FL. Their self-titled debut LP was released May 2018 and they are actively performing in support of it.
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