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To Hold
05:27
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Romance
Shook my head clear from clarity
I had no lust for you
I had no strings to stroke
But to pluck, and to hold
Bumblebee goes buzzin’
Through my canopy
Landin’ on flowers in front of me
to love
But never to hold
Your face is laced in the back of my,
In the back of my brain
I didn’t love for 3 years
I wrote some songs in my solitude
Reflection on who I know I wanna be
Led my mind to you
Love that never was
Your face is laced in the back of my,
In the back of my brain
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Tip-toe through an hour in the park
Trying to decide what’s real what’s not
Playing god
But who am I to decide
Maybe it’s all just an illusion
Maybe I control the path I’m on
And I’m a disembodied soul in a barren white world
And I need a car and I
Need a job to get where I want
To make society proud, then again,
Maybe it’s just a thought
I could walk the world on a big wet bottle of dirt
I could jump from a building and it might not even hurt
Then again,
Maybe that’s just a thought
And I don’t know why I find Pomegranates so pretty
And I don’t know why I associate Los Angeles with death
I would fly to Australia just to meet one Kangaroo
If I had to choose one soul to be real with me I think it’d be you
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3. |
Slip On My Shoes
03:28
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Now did you read
What the sign told you?
Oh the great October Whiskey guzzling monster
Is on the prowl
To take a bow in your hometown
In Sedona
I became a red rock roaming reaper
Enter Georgia
I became a sweaty humid mess
Take me back
To New York City
I’ll see my name in the lights and soon after forget.
And it’s alright
I guess I’m fine
Slip on my shoes another day
Another time
It looks to be
‘Bout 83
And I’m down because the sun’s been out every day this week
Monotony
Carolina, what’s the time?
We’ve got a problem to solve when it’s light
Get your coffee
Get your Pot
Get the day going
Get the day go
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Shut the door and climb the stairs
Kick off your shoes let down your hair
And sit inside your own mind
And sit inside your own mind
Turn of the lights and your cell phone
On Friday night at 8pm
And sit inside your own mind
And sit inside your own mind
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5. |
Over Your Dead Body
05:20
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Walk in the room like it’s your next queue
Throw the peaceful air out the room
Stomp the welcome mat
Like it gave you a look
Open the door and all your masks come off
If I wanna talk it’ll be
Over Your Dead Body
Take my pipe and throw it in the trash
Kick off your heels start cleaning up the ash
Tell me to stop staring at your ass
If I wanna talk it’ll be
Over Your Dead Body
I want a lot of things
I want you
I’m jealous of everyone you bother to talk to
I’m threatened by the way your body moves
If I wanna talk it’ll be over your dead body
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6. |
The Ruins Left of Rome
03:49
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We’ve got a problem
With infinite solutions but I can’t choose one
So we can’t move on
And there’s a bell
In the cemetery
And it rings out over the dead and those mourning
I too lost love but I lost it to life
I too lost hope but I found it in time
Your are the cop and you are the robber
You are the vigilante by day and the thug by night
You are the activist screaming out for justice
And you are the hunter killing things you will not eat
You are the fisherman and you
You are the swordfish
You are the crumbling tale in the ruins left of Rome
Your are the brute but you, you claim you are the thinker
But nothing you think is anything that you own
What’s it to own but to pay a little justice?
When all is stolen as is all eventually
The story is there it is script into the soil
But you can’t see it,
So you don’t care.
And smoke again is floating all around the air.
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Them Poehler Bears Riverside, California
Formed in Riverside, CA around the songwriting of Kevin Matthew Hunt, Them Poehler Bears have been building and tightening a resume of songs that range from somber folk to energetic indie rock in their rehearsal studio and around the Inland Empire.
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