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Vanity Fair
04:23
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They burned down the hometown diner
For insurance payouts and a few of the finer things, but that’s alright
Donny says, he saw them yesterday
Hung up smoking jerky in the jersey mist off I-95
Remember being 18, daydreaming about mink coats and cigarette smoke
Sitting at the top of the stairs, reading vanity fair
I wanna live in a downtown apartment
Mid-century furniture and ceramic ornamentations
arranged for me
South Facing with a garden and basement
Panoramic views of a bridge from the verse
And the land from the sea
Making love in the walk in closet
Tiptoeing, trying not to crease my clothes, distracted thinking about
which costumes we should wear to the vanity fair
And there’s a fruit stand on the turnpike
A pint of loose vinegar leaks from the glovebox
And the radio host explains you can’t win back the Love you’ve lost
And in hip west side cafes
Cool communist kids are writing bad poetry
In a multi-syllabic car wreck, piling up like rotting leaves
And we’re back in that old diner
And the late shift waitress really hates my friends
And the traffic cop’s gonna fine her, for double-parking her Mercedes Benz
Tell me baby, have I really lost my touch?
Is it true you think that I drink too much?
Promise me you’ll put me down
If you see me standing there at the vanity fair
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Hum of the Highway
04:14
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Oh I’m waiting for a friend of mine
We played in a band for a long time
And now I’m wondering where he’s gone
It’s been years, I hope he’s carrying on
We’d go out and take a drive
Stealing apples as we fly by
It was a life ago, it seems
And it feels like someone else’s dream to me
The last time I saw him on the porch
He told me I oughta open up more
He blew his smoke rings at the sky
I told him about my friend who died in July
Old country roads, they’ve got minds of their own
Do they remember us after we leave home?
Our old friends, they’ve got lives of their own
And they keep on living after we are gone
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3. |
My Friends
03:23
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My friends all live on videotape
Patiently they wait
Outside my living room escape
And I forget the daze
The waves of maize and daisy chains
That ebb and slip away
My friends are licking postage stamps
Fifteen cent letters, sent
to pristine leper camps
And I read them everyday
Standing on the corner where
we used to laugh and play
And I, I think I like you better
In the smiling weather
When I’m laying next to you
And I think I like your sweater
I want to pull its strings and tangle in with you
My friends all ride the merry-go-round
Round and round and up and down
Through my waking dreams
And it’s every day, it seems
And it’s getting harder to carry on
Sitting in my armchair terrarium
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Twin Pigeons
Twin Pigeons is an indie folk duo from the Lehigh Valley. It is the latest music project from longtime friends and collaborators Alessandro Consuelos and Dylan Rex. The pair have previously released garage-punk records as "Rust" and Rex has released several experimental folk albums. Twin Pigeons' lo-fi weirdness is the latest expression of their DIY attitudes and love for experimentation. ... more
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