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In a Town Like This
04:15
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Crime is falling kids come out the streets are finally safe
I’m wilted weeping the neighborhood watch has got itself an early grave
Said and done dinner’s out to lunch before it’s even dark
Slow but headed for a moment crashing its own car
In a town like this we need horror
Finally living ‘cause dustman’s biting, life gives you clean to make up a mess
Dazed daydreaming in the sweet allure of cosmic death
Unless this book finds me friends, saves my marriage when off company time
Time’s a wasting, two days of vacation are burning up blue sky
In a town like this we need horror
Shrink he tells me talk is cheap though time is money I guess
Thankful feeling driving down streets far past wholly abscessed
Slight misfortune hold your horses the present is passing its prime
Ways past needing let for bleeding I wait in this here line
In a town like this we need horror
Crime is falling kids come out the streets are finally safe
I’m wilted weeping the neighborhood watch has got itself an early grave
Said and done dinner’s out to lunch before it’s even dark
Slow but headed for a moment crashing its own car
In a town like this we need horrors not like these
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Crimson casts its cloud
Rainmaker’s on the job the river’s on fire
Coasting ‘cause losing ground
Hell froze over someone get the town crier
Chorus:
‘Cause we don’t do shit beyond finding better bull
Reminding ourselves till we forget getting old
We’re a solely self-taught
Broken escalator of thought
Short of lasting pause
Watchmakers are a waste of your time
In spite of second thoughts
Lobotomy dream’s the first thing comes to mind
Chorus
Crimson casts its cloud
Rainmaker’s on the job the river’s on fire
Coasting ‘cause losing ground
Hell froze over someone get the town crier
Chorus
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3. |
Another Cleveland Beach
05:15
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Instrumental
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4. |
St. Hubbins' Day
03:20
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Silhouettes of shade are screaming silent at the sun
Towards Easter’s bastards we will run
All these plans in pause are writhing awkward malice filled
Soon as they fall we foot the bill
Waiting on appointed absentees
St Hubbins Day’s sinking stone decree
The whole it asks your equal piece
So there comes a time
You’re damned or dumb luck blessed to speak
Truants in training take steps backwards towards the front
They fall in line then still fall some
Smokestacks like trees are spanning leagues beyond us still
That’s just the icing off the pill
Waiting on appointed absentees
Saint Hubbins Day sinking stone decree
The whole it asks your equal piece
So there comes a time
You’re damned or dumb luck blessed to speak
Damned or dumb luck blessed like me
Silhouettes of shade are screaming silent at the sun
Where Easter’s bastards scold their sons
Parachutes in pause are waiting awkward malice filled
Kid no more stalling here’s the bill
Damned or dumb luck blessed to speak
Damned or dumb luck blessed like me
Damned or good luck gets to me
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Model Astronauts Cleveland, Ohio
Band from Cleveland, OH.
Members:
Andy (guitar, vocs)
Josh
(bass)
John-Paul (drums)
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