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California
04:21
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Oh, California is a place
Where you can rest your head and waste
Your days out in the sunshine
With your make-up melting down your face
I invite you to preach to me of
Your triumphs and tragedies
And dig into the cavities
With your nails all blue and slip and bone
As I'm turning up the rail-road
I'ma find myself a new way home.
I'm aware I am the Joker
As I'm strolling down Sunset Boulevard
And my feet all sweat and pound the street
As I'm holding on to my guitar
And I pull out my last dollars
Buy some cigarettes and candy bars
Because the presence of my lungs is obsolete
Under this salted sky
I will never be good enough for me
So I will judge myself by what you think
I am your humble property
I spin around like a monkey at a photo shoot
For you
My tie is silky green and black
I couldn't get it quite on the ball of my neck
Tie it just right honey, like you do
And while you're at it strangle me a little bit.
I don't know why I like it
I guess it's something of a profit
When I think I'm gonna die,
It makes me just a little happier to be alive
To be alive
Egyptians built the pyramids
I wrote a song that I can't bear to listen to
Romans were daring architects
I wanna throw myself under their columns
Messiah Elijah dunked his head in the friar
So he could go out in a great ball of fire
How selfish, how petty, how crude, how rude
He's pathetic, I think I might go do the same.
What's in a name but a plaque for others to judge?
What's in the wine but a great mess of toxins?
To carry us away
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2. |
Pretty Birds
03:43
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Walking on the beach
I pictured it was snow
And it told me everything I need to know
Pill-popping prudish priest
With a law designed to fall
And the secret wine cellar where he goes and cleans his mouth
Are you cold again?
Let me kiss your cold chest
Walking on the beach
I pictured it was snow
And I crawled around on all fours
Like a bear in a storm
Rabid, brutish beast
With a madly pounding pulse
And the secret wine cellar where he goes and cleans his mouth
And he is raw to the bone
And he will die alone
And this he knows like a bomb knows its barn
But he writes lots of words
Pretty birds, pretty birds
Pretty shards of glass
Twist and turn in the air
Like acrobats
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Sage
02:58
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You seem so comfortable
Underneath your blanket in the storm
You got a little candle
Of Sage upon the windowsill
To keep cold spirits away
Walk through walls, like they
Are hanging fabric folds
Obstacles to your
Ever immaculate youth
What you are isn’t worth the heartbreak
I can already see myself six months from now
Walking in the rain
It seems alright right now
But blue is brown
But blue is brown
But blue is brown
But blue is brown some days
Sleep tight
Everything’s
All alright
In the end
Something smells of sage
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4. |
Embarcadero Ramble Rant
02:57
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San Francisco speak to me
Your eyes are dark like limousines
It’s difficult to open up
It’s difficult to open up
I’m rolling down the charcoal street
Embarcadero dump me out
It’s getting hard to hide my thoughts
It’s getting hard to hide my thoughts
Love, keep me waiting
Love, keep me sane
Love, keep me grounded
And hopeful for tomorrow’s parade
Hate, keep me waning
Eyes aren’t worth saving
Scars hide your fibers
It’s difficult to open up
It’s difficult to open up
I’ll sing a noble hero’s tale
And act the man you love so well
And sing into the wishing wells
It’s getting hard to hide my thoughts
I’ll spin my lies in cold tourettes
And pour them into green cement
So sex is in the city walks
Sex is in the city walks
Love, keep me waiting
Love, keep me sane
Love, keep me grounded
And hopeful for tomorrow’s parade
Flames and the fires
Merchants and liars
Scars hide your fibers
It’s difficult to open up
It’s difficult to open up
Your hands look skinned
Your hands look…
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5. |
Fog Cloud
03:29
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Fog Cloud just stay with me
And cover all my faults
I am too weak to show them off
All by myself
The night we met I was
Just drunk enough to open up
I know it’s why you took to me
Under the bridge I kissed your knee
Sat on the beach and heard the
Universal symphony
You’re on a cliff when you
Are tucked within my arms
Never know when I’ll let you drop
I wish I could jump into the ocean
And swim until the sharks cut out my feet
But you don’t believe me
I wish I could jump into the ocean
And swim until the sharks scrape out my teeth
But you don’t believe me
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6. |
Last Days Away
02:28
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Look, look straight down inside
Where lad is your mind?
Where are you other than here?
Trapped inside,
Where do you bend?
Where do you bind?
What do you find?
Locked in a grind,
You know I don’t mind you
Coming here to me
Watermelon rind under the piano bench
You wouldn’t leave it, no
Not an inch
Detrimental fools, they
Love a little loan to pay
Where do they go?
In the shadows
When all the sharks walk into the park
Gills healed, legs grown
Gills healed, legs grown
They’ve shown such an interest in leaving
Leaving the abyss
Now I, I might need to leave myself alone
Finally grown into the man I feared I’d never quite become
Finally going home only to leave for some
Peculiar place where renegades race down salted sidewalks
Singing, swinging their guitars
Into the lights, into the sky god knows what they’re gonna find
If there’s a god is he aware
Of what they’ll find?
Or does he sit alone?
In the shadows
Wondering how it all went so wrong
Turning the board, changing the course
Finding the source
But clearly empty on all aim
Telephone rings solace that sings so sweetly on the other end
Away from the bombs, away from the guns
Away from cringing, crooning, capitalist rage
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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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