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letra de what happens here... - ross golan

[intro]
that’s how the story ends, and this is how it begins

[verse 1]
it was hard, my father discharged from the armada
he counted cards and moved our family to nevada
and started going to bars, beat mom like a piñata
i dropped out, got outta there, whatever, yadda yadda
by the time that i was 16, i cut ties with everybody in my life
soon i found myself surfing sofas, so i forged my diploma
now i’m here, middle management
imagine that, without an upper graduate
adamantly battling my abandonment
from years of getting let down, down, down
i’ve learned to keep my head down, down, down

[chorus]
they say all kinds of clichés here
like, “what happens here stays here”
i know
but that don’t happen here in reno

[verse 2]
mariana drives a 1956 teal pickup truck
the windows rolled down, the radio up
cruising interstate 80 on the bank of the truckee
banking on getting lucky
ain’t working, but she’s still making money from nothing
’cause she’s got the body of a prom queen
a former c-cktail waitress who drinks j&b
she looks 30, is a dirty blonde but was born a brunette
and yet, that incredible cleavage is as real as it gets
she’s a regular at ray’s, the bar next to the eldorado
looks for men in designer threads like they’re the nevada lotto
often dating losers and liquidating their wallets
she does her best to get by since her first husband bought it

[chorus]
they say all kinds of clichés here
like, “what happens here stays here”
i know
but that don’t happen here in reno

[verse 3]
that night i stumbled into ray’s with exhaustion on my face
two to one, the silver sox hanging on to first place
a fan of minor league games since i was in second grade
and ray has happy hour all night long on days of the games
dropped in directly from work in my monday, wednesday suit
a crocheted blue scarf my ex made me last june
after i got demoted, ne’er saw coming but it did
instead my boss hired his lover who’s his best friend’s kid

[chorus]
they say all kinds of clichés here
like, “what happens here stays here”
i know
but that don’t happen here in reno

[verse 4]
she pointed to the stool next to me, “is someone sitting here?”
“no, please take a seat, the silver sox got the lead”
she rolled her eyes and b-mped her elbow into mine
spilled whiskey on my brand new shirt and tie
“i’m sorry, what’s your name?” “duran, and yours?”
“mariana, i live near the grand sierra resort”
we got a round on the house, one-point-five ounces
got p-ss-drunk and talked about bouncing

[chorus]
they say all kinds of clichés here
like, “what happens here stays here”
i know
but that don’t happen here in reno

[verse 5]
she stabbed at her lock, turned and grabbed my c-ck
pulled at my tie and unraveled the knot
she said she’d be right back to freshly powder her nose
so, i snooped around and made myself at home
she had collages on the wall with most of the faces missing
in her cl-ss pictures, even ones with her kissing
and then she entered the room in full lingerie
turned on the record and pumped up the b-ss

- ross golan

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