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Distracted
04:00
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Who’s kidding who?
Let the Tuesday night routine ensue
The Mudlord is full
And owning Ward Memorial
We soundcheck while Carlos eats
A cantina filled with pride and empty seats
We couldn’t care less
Kids in a candy store, it’s rock recess
Boom! Off we go
A jungle-gym of audio
In your monkey boots
Chasing down the afterglow
Distracted, and disinclined
To keep the blaze confined
Goleta is our Camden Town
Top ranking state of mind
Suburban orbit moves
To an Everett cross-stick groove
Like a record skipping halfway through
Forever revolving
But never resolving
Ne ne na na na nu nu
Makes more sense to me than your point of view
In a garage we struck gold
Pounded away, escape plans unfold
From too much pressure, too much too young
Achieve conformity, the hollow higher rung
Leave that trip at the door
Salvation lands on 2 and 4
James ro sham bo
On first throw and down you go
For a truck-bed ride
All the way to LA show
Distracted, and quite dismayed
At the crap the DJ played
Bad Press take over just in time
So-Cal rude boy brigade
Manager cuts a deal
No money just a meal
And Martha goes to Melrose
Just to browse through the fashion
And dress up the passion
Sometimes we play just for the poi-ball twirling man
Say what you may but hey, he understands
He understands us
Birthday balloons
Anchored to a tablespoon
Did you count on this
When you counted off the tune?
Distracted, not discontent
With the way the story went
What may have been curtailed in time
At the time was heaven sent
I can see you throw a sneer
At this sonic souvenir
From the day two kids found alchemy
And kicked it into gear
Never so inclined
To dance the bump and grind
Cantina was our Hope and Anchor
Skankin’ state of mind
My reminiscence moves
To a Zoggus 2-Tone groove
Like a record skipping halfway through
Forever revolving
But never resolving
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Slightly Perfect
04:32
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Tangerine train wreck gently crashes through my door
Bouquet of damage spreading out across the floor
She’s seen the glory of the coming of the end
I see the story of my slightly perfect friend
Suspicions you rely on
The remnants you get by on
The worship you don’t want from me
The parallel reality
The grief becoming viral
The prize-winning death spiral
Of what could be safety
Scenes you held onto slipping through your fingers now
Means you belong to can no longer show you how
Inhaling barricades was all I ever knew
Exhaling solitude, untangling with you
The pain a lasting token
Of beauty always broken
Pictures from a dreamed-up day
Peel off an fall away
Blaring empty spaces
New unfolding places
Bleeding through with what could be
Could be….
We tumble and cartwheel lucky to collide
The wreckage will reveal capacity we hide
The pain a lasting token
Of beauty always broken
Pictures from a dreamed-up day
Peel off an fall away
The latent underpinnings
Assembling beginnings
Bleeding through with what could be
Could be…
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Sign Of You
04:32
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4. |
Nice Place
03:50
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Todd Capps Santa Barbara, California
Hi. My name is Todd, and I’ve been known to dabble as a songwriter, member of the indie/alternative rock band Bad Astronaut
(Fat Wreck Chords), solo artist, sessionist, and composer of film & television scores.
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