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I'm drinkin' yerba
That's my ritual solution
Always working through an answer
While you're standing in the doorway
And I wanna say I'm doing it for ya
I just wanna say I'm doing it for ya
Let me rip this shit while doing it for ya
Each and everyday I'm doing it for ya
Up in the daylight
In my multi-colored prism
Always working out a rhythm
Got no concept of the weekend
I catch you staring out the window
At a shadow on the tarmac
Maybe throw another shot back
I got some sugar for your headphones
And I wanna say I'm doing it for ya
I just wanna say I'm doing it for ya
Let me rip this shit while doing it for ya
And forever I'll be doing it for ya
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Fresh Juice
03:00
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You wanna talk politics but you never wanna drive
I handed you a twenty not a five
And I've been working on a manuscript no one's ever gonna see
You can read the leaves I'll smoke the tea
I take time to make my plans
Drink my juice fresh out the can
And keep on rollin'
I take time to make my plans
Drink my juice fresh out the can
But you notice, no you don't
Sundown on Burnside
Kids break their bones
You never say goodbye when you're ready to go
One more for luck
Yeah, everything's a bridge or a battle between us
And that's for real
I take time to make my plans
Drink my juice fresh out the can
And keep on rollin'
I take time to make my plans
Drink my juice fresh out the can
But you never notice
Like its nothing at all
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Now and Laters
03:32
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Lady at the corner store looking for treats
She's got leather on her shoulder, making no apologies
Memory like a trapdoor swallowing me
Remember selling now-and-laters for a quarter a piece?
Venice beach prophets and the pack-rat freaks
They wanna preach the 1st amendment but they won't let you speak
How ever many matches they might tell you to eat
Well you will never start a fire but you'll sure taste sweet
I bet ya think you could know me
But the black hearts only bleed when they're lonely baby
Hollywood homeless man, machete
He catch a cold Coca-Cola with his fake gold teeth
I'm hearing heavy hallelujah out in Echo Park
Is everybody in a bubble with a baboon heart?
I bet ya think you could know me
But the black hearts only bleed when they're lonely baby
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Arcadia
03:25
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Drug front in a five-and-dime up in Milwaukee just killin' time
And then we slid into a joint down the block
Let me ask ya,
Arcadia what ya got?
Headed back south on the 71 enter Kentucky we were chasing dusk
And if by syzygy the planets align
Let me tell ya,
Arcadia every time
Now I'm crushing up some pills to get ya through
When destination meets deja vu
I got a friend to let us crash on the floor
Let me ask ya,
Arcadia what ya know?
I'm looking for a steel-trap woman
To catch my soul when I slip by
How could I let ya down when you're the one who's carrying me?
How could I let ya down if you're the one who's carrying me?
Now I know just enough to know nothin' but 85 on 35
How about ya keep my radio bumpin' cause Arcadia I'm alive
How could I let ya down when you're the one who's carrying me?
How could I let ya down if you're the one who's carrying me?
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Need
02:32
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I'm wasted
Could you bring me some water?
Migraine hits and I'm leaving my body
Time wasted time and I swam through the water
Did I tell ya I could kick tonight?
Its harder living
Unless you got a vice
Whatever ya need
You get it when you get at me
I am addicted to your drag
Whatever ya need
Whatever ya need
Whatever ya need
You get it when you get at me
Cause I am addicted to your drag
Do ya got a fix for your man?
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Abram Shook Austin, Texas
Shook's solo debut, Sun Marquee breathes with the lungs of a man that finally found a place to call home, while also reflecting upon the circuitous path that led him there. Propelled by Shook's impeccable bass groove, and inspired by artists like Shuggie Otis, Serge Gainsbourge, and Chico Buarque, Sun Marquee distills lessons learned and questions unanswered into an accessible collection of pop. ... more
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