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Vanguard
04:36
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What do you know, baby I hate law enforcement too
For you, it's your dead brother, but for me it's the civil liberties
Why don't we ride on our enemies, buy some handguns, and carve our headstones
Goddamn you're beautiful and I can't take down the whole system on my own
They'll put posters of us on dorm room walls in private colleges
They'll sell T-shirts of our faces to investment bankers' kids
Don't be afraid 'cause we're all gonna fucking die someday
When we're in our graves millions will say our names
What do you say we knock off a few liquor stores
To pay for our operations then move on to banks and TV stations
Find some like-minded revolutionaries in the squats
Pick our codenames and darknet passwords and show The Man what we've got
They'll paint murals of our exploits from L.A. to Poland
They'll erect statues of us in town squares when militias roll in
Don't be afraid 'cause we're all gonna fucking die someday
When we're in our graves millions will say our names
You've got the C4 and that Greeley snarl
I've got access codes and building plans
I sense some innocents might die tonight
We'll call the bombing in as best we can but accidents happen
We'll never see the cop car lights illuminate the street like a halo
You and I know it just might take some blood and shrapnel
To spark the masses into action, open their eyes to the facts
And ensure our ideas survive, our deaths could mean so much more than our lives
They'll close businesses to celebrate the day of our last run
They'll name churches for the sanctity of our holy martydom
Don't be afraid 'cause we're all gonna fucking die someday
When we're in our graves millions will say our names
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Before I Let You Down
04:45
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New York seems like a difficult place to get over a divorce
You say you'll be miserable until the Hudson's run its course
An internship at a publishing house pays twenty thousand dollars a year
That might get you by in a flyover state but around here that won't even cover
Half a roach-ridden walk-up in an ungentrified section of Brooklyn
You'll find something better, you're looking, the lease is just month-to-month
You'll ask your parents for money and they'll say, "Oh honey we know how hard it's been getting
But we sort of spent it all on your wedding"
Before I let you down and tell you it doesn't always get better
Even after you weather the first bit, at least let me buy you some gin
You might not find the love of your life on match or J-date or tinder
But it feels good to feel like a sinner and winter is worst when you're in it
And you can't ever get a beginning so if we go down, let's go swinging
No, I'm not fucking kidding, like God we're our own worst critics
When that guy who looks like Seth Rogen leaves your mattress smelling like war photographer's piss
Remember you deserve better than this
I've heard Berlin is cool as hell and you took German in high school
Even though you don't know me all that well, you can always crash on the air bed
In a handful of decades we'll both be dead, you said "that's not soon enough, is it?"
You will finish your novel but you won't pitch it 'cause nobody gives a shit
You'll stop sleeping with coworkers just like I stopped sleeping with pills
When you're remarried with kids you will be embarrassed we talked like this
When I see you next summer I better not find any new scars on your wrists
Oh, you can get through this
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Florida and Federal
03:12
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You have the face of an angel and the grace of a Predator drone
All those evil men are scheming how to get you alone
So I hope at least you're choosy when you kiss the men who notice
The face of an angel and the grace of a Predator drone
"God is love and God is dead so it's not looking good for love," you said
In your place on the second level off Florida and Federal
Where I sleep on the floor sometimes and wake up smelling like smoke
"God is love and God is dead so it's not looking good for love," you said
I take your medication and
I wake up with adulthood in my bones
And you're gone because he finally showed up
I have no one to call and nowhere to go
No one to call and nowhere to go
I know it's none of my business but I think you should leave his ass
He treats you like a nuisance and drives his Camaro too fast
There's probably some guy out there who could make you mostly happy
So I know it's none of my business but I think you should leave his ass
When the chemicals in your brain flood the final synapse
And you're fully fledged insane and your parents just give up
And the hole in the universe releases rays of wonder
As the chemicals in your brain flood the final synapse
You'll have no one to call and nowhere to go
No one to call and nowhere to go
No one to call and nowhere to go
No one to call and nowhere to go
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4. |
Waterpark
05:26
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We would hang out in the waterpark
Now we just watch the sky for fires, load the kids into the car when clouds are black
And drive into the safe zone until they say it's okay to come back
We can't run around with our shirts off in an afternoon thunderstorm
Because it hasn't rained in twelve and half years or so
I don't know, I've lost track
I can't recall the taste of beer, I've given up on fear
Just like the HOA gave up on the lawns
And the federal government gave up on the eastern seaboard
We bought all the water we could afford
I just picture the old cookouts and I try to forgive the ones who came before
When I sleep at night, I can hear the phantoms of every Jay-Z summer anthem
Dengue got him early, it's a blessing, I guess
'Cause when Brooklyn drowned the scavengers did what they do best
And the Atlantic kept creeping West
Don't you think it's odd that for centuries
People looked up to the skies and worshipped the cause of our demise
The sun God is a wrathful one, the sun God is a wrathful one
As violent as he is wise
I remember tales of cowboys on a high Western plateau
I'd like to travel back in time, I've got nowhere else to go
And no use for arroyos that will never fill with melted mountain snow
Vultures are circling our subdivision
I can't see you anymore, dust storms blur my vision
But I can hear maurauders gathering, I can hear marauders gathering
If you don't mind I'd rather think of summer the way it used to be
Endless summer
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Nadalands Fort Collins, Colorado
Nadalands is the solo songwriting project of John Lindenbaum (The Lonelyhearts, The Distances, Rust Belt Music).
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