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Beginning
00:17
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Magnet on magnet
Compass wild
Like oceans suckin’ on beach glass
We're Feelophiles
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Team Blonding
02:40
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It’s a nice day the Mercury says so
I watch my friends swim smaller and smaller
I can pinch them whole, between my finger and my thumb
and they just keep waving on
We’re beached and bleached
Team blonding with my best friends
I can identify them by their belly buttons
I gotta figure out what this season’s laced with
Score some for the cooling down
Turn me loud and yellow like i am on Klode Beach
in the angry august heat
We’re beached and bleached
Team blonding with my best friends
I can identify them by their belly buttons
Summer birthdays by the water
fooled us gold, green rings on our fingers
Sorrow gets quiet and drowns like Rice Krispies
in milk for too long
Your shoulders take the sun well
All the tongues folded in my brain
are making out with this lake licked city at large
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3. |
Kids
02:21
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When we were kids we didn’t care
‘bout our bodies or our hair
Ran all day without shoes
The outdoors, our only muse
Sun bleached hair turned green
Too much time in chlorine
‘Cause when we were ten
when we were best friends
our minds were at ease
in the summer breeze
Our careers might have peaked
when we learned to cross the creek
that would flood when it rained
We’d take on whatever came
‘Cause when we were ten
summer had no end
Our minds were at ease
in the summer breeze
It got dark at half past nine
We’d sneak out in the summertime
We would run to the park
We felt safe in the dark
‘Cause when we were ten
summer had no end
We slept side by side
under open skies
Now i see you once a year
but those memories i hold dear
When i am feeling cold and sad
I look for them in my mind
In the humid air
we lived without cares
Our minds were at ease
in the summer breeze
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4. |
America, The Bute
01:51
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5. |
Middle
00:14
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Blueprint fingertips
2123 smiles
Time folds forever, first hot dog
then hamburger style
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It smells like summer
I know it’s summer
It feels like summer
It must be summer
The world’s on fire or pretty close
The wind steals seed babies when it blows
But where is my baby?
He stole the solstice from me
Zombies, zombies,
vampires, cats
Hot pop culture burning our backs
Over-saturated sound
Plug my ears the sun’s too loud
I lost you to your bad dreams
in fuzzy TV screens
It breathes like summer
I know it’s summer
It breeds like summer
It must be summer
Sidewalking to Sunrise Foods
Stock for the beach, potato chips and booze
But shy love wears a t-shirt
while swimming in the water
How much harder
Can we die?
Giving a shit and not at the same time
Midnight moon full to the brim
We are wolves
We are children
I’m holed up in my hobbit heart
where the mountains are too far
It’s Sat. Nite, just do it
Peel away, get ruined
How the hell did we get here?
Weren’t were just muffing our ears
and hoping for that global warmth
or a kick drum snare crash thunderstorm?
Writing, in our thermals
silly Christmas jingles?
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7. |
Cool Breeze
01:18
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Going through the streets
the concrete was hot beneath
The wet air was thick
It was hard to breathe
So I walked down to the beach
where the cool breeze can help you see
the beauty of the heat
Come and stand next to me
Back at home, humidity weighed me down
I couldn’t sleep
Fans just blew hot air around
The night was calm there was no sound
Finally i drift away to a place I’d rather be
with the surf and sand and sun
It’s not far, I’m gonna run
To get down by the sea
where the cool breeze can help you see
the beauty of the heat
It was there in front of me
If the heat makes you wish
for cold months with no luck
Don’t just sit in your sweat
Take my advice and do this
Walk down to the sea
where the cool breeze can help you see
the beauty of the heat
Come and stand next to me
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8. |
Thunder in Mid-Summer
01:12
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The grass was brown
The ground was cracked
The sun beat down on my back
My skin turned pink
My mouth was dry
Finally the rain the end of July
washed away the dust and dirt
soothed the surface of the earth
I’ve seen winds blow in feet of snow
but i love thunder in mid summer
Lightning comes out the sky
If it strikes we might die
Flashes from inside the clouds
race themselves to touch the ground
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9. |
End
00:16
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It's back to the caves
Tites, mites, and black sundials
See you later, Alligator
After while, Crocodile
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Ali Berry is in it for the babes.
Casey O'Brien is in it for the money.
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