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In the past they rocked In the past perfect they had rocked In the present perfect they have rocked And that's all grammatically correct In the future they will rock In the future perfect they will have rocked But in the present we rock And that's the better tense Rockin' in the present tense This is not for those "about to rock" Or a statement that "you will be rocked" This is no promise of future rock We are not "still rockin'" We are not making a plea to "keep rockin'" Past performance is no guarantee of future rockin' Rockin' in the present tense Don't take language for granted Don't be that lazy Christmas can come every day When you're rockin' around trees Rockin' in the present tense Bill Haley was a hero to most But he wasn't no Brenda Lee He rocked his clocks in the future tense -- Time is for sand! Motherfuck him and Chuck Klosterman Rockin' in the present tense
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Get drunk and do your taxes -- this is not the time to skateboard Get drunk and do your taxes -- this is not the time to look at porn Get drunk and do your taxes -- you have no time to waste time at the store Get drunk and do your taxes -- and if you need beer go buy more And kill six more dolphins Get drunk and do your taxes -- take a standard deduction Get drunk and do your taxes -- it's not all that incredible a function Get drunk and do your taxes -- no mortgage interest deduction Get drunk and do your taxes -- so this year here's what you made "Procrastinate" -- a four-syllable word for "wait" And double the effort of "delay" Get drunk and do your taxes -- no Hope tax credit Get drunk and do your taxes -- no solar panel credit Get drunk and do your taxes -- no additional child tax credit Get drunk and do your taxes -- no hybrid car credit -- you just can't get it Death and taxes -- Ben Franklin understood taxes Death and taxes -- But Franklin never did taxes Get drunk and do your taxes
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I've got a feeling I've got a feeling deep inside There's something out there There's something out there you can't hide And I can hear them I hear them listening on the line There! Can you hear them? Can you hear them? Please don't lie No I know No I Know I've got a feeling I've got a feeling they don't like But I can see them I see them following all my life And like a dark cloud Like a dark cloud covering lies They bring the rain down Bring the rain down from blue skies No I know No I know I've got a feeling I've got a feeling and it grows They say I'm crazy Say I'm a mad man yeah I know But I can feel it You're coming 'round now even though Yeah you can feel it You're coming 'round now please don't go No I know No I know
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I don't want you Wanting me With your high horse And hypocrisy You ran roughshod Over me With your soul suck Sirening Stealing Stealing is free I don't want you Wanting me And we're liars Lying to see What we've taken And it's everything Night brings you To my door You're on your knees Needing more You want my speech On your floor You think it's building But I'm just bored I don't want you Wanting me But you're blinded You'll never see When I walk out You'll be following I don't want you Wanting me
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We could pen most precious pulp flush with foamy love But that would obscure the evolutionary purpose in perseverating on the negative Hold dear to the most painful things, play them over and over in your mind Cling to things only devastating, never let them go or leave them behind Deep down inside there's this twerpy little minor chord Pitiful, vulnerable and retreating inward Let it play out, respond how we're conditioned to It all goes to explain why there's never a song about you We could express ourselves in miraculous ways and keep it solidly anodyne But that would ignore what's physiologically at the core of fight or flight Hold dear to the most painful things, play them over and over in your mind Cling to things only devastating, never let them go or leave them behind The amygdala inside, always on guard for a snake Negativity bias baked into the brain Play it out, respond how we're conditioned to It all goes to explain why there's never a song about you Trust me, you don't want a song about you
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Joan of Arc 02:55
Finding faith in a fallen man The lies a liar holds in hand Trust and truth are a moving mark Dust and ash and a death in the dark Joan of Arc alone in the dark Joan of Arc was the start Joan of Arc oh she's so smart Joan of Arc with a spark The grace of God and bishops bought The grace she never got Tricks of trade, the trap well laid, trousers tripped our maid Lafayette hadn’t come yet when Joan of Arc was the start Denis dancing in the dark, held his head on his heart Joan had visions in her heart, Joan of Arc was the start Joan, her visions fought hard, hard high on a pyre High on a pyre
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Were it somehow possible to reanimate this dead heart It'd take a factory full of Jarvik 7s to salvage any sentient parts As I'm sure you've noticed I don't usually wear anything on this sleeve Hey now hit the right cue on this amazing halftime routine We could be in music, royalty-free music We could be in music, royalty-free music We could swim in music, royalty-free music We could live in music, royalty-free music If it served some sort of purpose to plumb the depths of this dead soul I'd have to watch a how-to tutorial first, or at least a cat video Infinite unboxings and countless squirrel memes Hey now share the playlist, reveal what it all means We could fly around in music, royalty-free music We could lie around in music, royalty-free music We could run aground in music, royalty-free music We could drown in music, royalty-free music We could be eating dinner, we could be trying on clothes We could shivering outside a nail salon, we could be on hold We could be in music, royalty-free music
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Red Eye 04:20
I, looking at life through my one red eye I see it all and beyond into a new breed I belong With my mind My long lifeline has been taxing my mind And I start to see the signs that I'm alive With my mind With my mind My sleeping friends know what I know And I'm so sad to see them go but I don't mind Carrying on all alone with the lies that I have told With my mind With my mind I can see that you are upset And I'd ask you not to forget that I'm alive I'm feeling guilty and afraid I feel the mess that I have made With my mind With my mind
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Is he a post-season pitcher or a pitcher with a good postseason? WIP said he was in too long but I'm sure Charlie had his reasons The right teams are playing; the wrong one keeps on winning While Fox relies on cheesesteak B-roll every fucking half inning You can buy World Series like you can buy mayoralties And when you tire of the taxes there you can buy in Broward County After you go up two to one here you assume you got it made But save some of that hot air for your Thanksgiving Parade Remember Ray Rhodes equate losing at home to robbery and rape? He said, "I don't like people breaking into my place and sodomizing my wife and kids and loading their car with my stereo and TV I don't like that and that's what this is like to me" So sure, I guess all told at least it beats 1993 Fuck Joe Carter, fuck Curt Schilling Fuck Tom Hanks, fuck Denzel, fuck Bruce Springsteen And the tired way they symbolized a dying city . . . Demme's pre-Rendell metaphor paved the way for Bruce's lazy songwriting If you are the first one up try being useful, change some clocks Turn back the cuckoo on the wall, it's another fucking fall Lurk downstairs in your bare feet, watch cartoons there with your wife's niece; you still live with your in-laws, it's another fucking fall Some places leaves drop from trees -- there's nothing to rake on this bare street The wind outside is whipping raw, it's another fucking fall Another season, another slide, winter waits on the other side Defeat sticking in your craw, it's another fucking fall If you are the first one up try being useful, change some clocks Congress always fucks time up, Congress always fucks time up Another season, another slide, winter waits on the other side Defeat sticking in your craw, it's another fucking fall
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Walt Whitman 03:51
Ol' Walt Whitman frowning from his Brooklyn grave At the king's a-crowning and our souls unsaved His borough's been paved in asphalt and ashes Canarsided caves, Lafayette lashes I know Walt Whit wasn't frowning when he lay in leaves of grass Or when he fought the British army and, smiling, beat their ass The Union's been saved, except for Sutton We fought for their slaves, and shiny little buttons I saw Walt Whitman frowning at King George's crooked grin He's hoping Christ ain't counting all his evil sins “What have you done my son?” from his grave said Old 41 I said from Bedford down to Bleecker they're worried over war Not politicians preaching, we're on Horsemen three and four What are we to be when all you see is me? Well ol' Whit saw all this coming so many years way back in time And if Walt Whitman walked among us, he'd probably change his mind Walt Whitman gonna change his mind

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released December 19, 2017

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Recalculating New York, New York

Recalculating. Scrappy, feisty, indie(ish). Heart-on-sleeve but not sentimental, self-aware but not self-serious, and almost always grammatically correct. Two-thirds are brothers from Astoria, Queens. The other third stays for dinner when possible.

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