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letra de the one for cyrus & jeff - water gun water gun sky attack

the one for cyrus & jeff lyrics
aren’t you always living with a gunner in the balcony
who’s scanning through the crowd for you?
aren’t you always spinning to stay out of sight and out of view?
aren’t you always worried that you never have the guts or grace
or something to be totally true
waiting in the architecture patiently for someone to shoot?
aren’t you always thinking ’bout apocalypse approaching
aren’t you waiting on a falling sky?
sinking sinking feeling that you’d probably be the first to die?
every night through every thunder
push you up to pull you under
waiting for the earth to crack
brace until a hooded figure lands a dagger in your back

home, home is no place
homе is a comfort you hate
home is no grace
homе is however you are
it’s never that far, you know
get it out of your system
get it out of your system
suck up and spit out like so:

one for the creep with a linoleum heart
one for the band that is slicing apart
one standing bottled up, ready to blow
but he said don’t tell anybody, n0body needs to know
one swapping checks between her rent or mistakes
one for the t–th all across her face
one for the friend who you think could be dead
but you can’t work up the nerve to try to talk to them again
so long, so long! yeah, you could
but you don’t, and you don’t, and you don’t…
one over there who keeps missing the bus
one that you love but you can’t really trust
one for the guy who’s still scared of the cops
all of his threats are losing all their gravitas
one for dead men in the skin of your head
one for lost years when you listened to them
one for cyrus and jeff! if they are well and alive
one to get me to sleep in the smothering night

as i! in the back there waiting
patiently scr-ping, knowing and praying
searching and scr-ping with my head inflating
with all the time i’m taking
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out, yeah
oh, you could, yeah, you could
but you don’t, and you don’t, and you don’t…

unapologetic weight losers, backyard frackers
max/msp adherents, walking corpses
music as a parasite (and parasite musicians)
assh0l-s with undercuts, gun-rights canvassers
jazz dilletantes, cards against humanity
white guys using dead names, neo-con in-towners
decrepit metaphors, hamhanded tonalists
inexcusable one-man efforts, insipid short films
untenable small venue philosophy!
oh, don’t mind me though!
a humble servant of the post-punk revival revival revival
you have queer issues and then you have queer issues
get me?
unstable besties, home rule on facebook
bubblegum air strikes, quick sinking feeling
graceful delusions, provisional #texasnoise drama
but it’s all just scott brown’s personal playground kingdom
you know! oh, get it out of your system!
aren’t you always thinking ’bout apocalypse approaching
aren’t you waiting on a falling sky?
sinking sinking feeling that you’d probably be the first to die?
every night through every thunder
push you up to pull you under
waiting for the earth to crack
brace until a hooded figure lands a dagger in your back

i love you, but you’re just so…
you’re just so…

- water gun water gun sky attack

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