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It’s Saturday, driving upstate
To see my friend on his birthday
He’s turning an age that he hates
Where the coffee is always on
And he’s waking up at dawn
Did you ever think that’s who’d you become ?
His child is about to scream
Waking up the whole building
I just can’t think about it
Are you digging that 9 to 5
A cyclic corporate life
Get back to the things you like
Where your friend all carried a song
And the party is always on
But now we hardly ever stay up
His favorite movie is on streaming
A perfect Friday night you see?
I just can’t think about it
And oooh your hair
Is falling everywhere I swear
And that gut I thought that wasn’t there
You can’t see what’s right
Sense of realistic plight
Just slam another bud light
I just can’t think about it
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Silent Decay
04:01
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I let it get the best of me
And truth be told I wanted to dream
Some place that is often unique
Were I’m young and my dreams could be anything
Now my body is an accordion song
It pushes out my rhythm dust
And I’m nervous to be apart of a scene
We’re going grey a silent film unseen
Don’t excuse silent decay
When your eyes heavy
It will be okay
In digital dismay
And time is like a setting sun
You get warmer when your try to run
Towards that person you wanted to be
With those friends that you hardly ever see
But she’s got stereo eyes
And the sound explodes in your dying light
We’re just frequencies in the passage time
Let’s pave the way for the next WAV to arrive
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Bad Legs
03:53
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Bad Legs
Keeps you from leaving
Stuck in your bed
Bad taste
The food has expired
You need to throw it away
It’s a mountain
A heavy faith
Society telling you to stay
We’ll work out
A nine to five
With no benefits
We won’t survive
Bad tongue
The words from your mouth
They’re causing me harm
Bad drinks
I smell it on your eyes
I smell it in a fever
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Freaking Out
04:14
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You came out
Of the ground
When I met your face
And you smoked cigarettes
Inhaled regrets
And exhaled your name
Along the river
There was a hospital bed
Where your white blood low
“Hey there little brother
I’m happy you docked
To see me once more”
And I’m freaking out, freaking out
He wore blue jeans and a knitted sweater
Bare feet dug up in the sand
Each grain that exfoliates his skin
Contains more atoms than my consciousness
And I’m freaking out, freaking out
So they asked my why
It didn’t rain on the day you died
You see this worlds not like the movies
It’s not for my choosing
And I’m tired of it telling me how to cry
And I’m freaking out, freaking out
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Best Move Sacramento, California
Best Move’s debut album, Relational Memory, is an exercise in facing the present: not the end of your life, nor the beginning, but the murky middle. Fusing Jon Brion-esque melodies with the bittersweet sadness of Elliott Smith, the songs are about the memories that pile up in a town you’ve lived in for years, memories that expand in complexity and depth as we inevitably get older. ... more
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