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Super Ferro music grade tape (normal bias).
"Sky Blue" swirl cassettes.
Double-sided, 3 panel j-card.
Professionally manufactured in Canada.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Inimitable
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lyrics
Verse 1
I was a barfly at Mia’s, don’t drink Tequila
Explorer of Thesaurus, when I’m smoking sinsemilla
Spent up the per diem, before the checks were written
Slept on concrete floors and I slept in finer linens
Not much of a difference, a couple aches and pains
It gets hot here in the summer, people always throwing shade
On the surface I’m unfazed, but everybody’s human
Though I’d never trust a person, if they say they don’t like music
We use it for the heartbreak, we use it for the healing
The soundtrack when you’re hiking, or just staring at the ceiling
When you’re feeling all alone, like nobody understands
Always solace in the lyrics, written by your favorite band
Whether something that was planned, or you’re seeking land uncharted
Trust you must include the tunes, ‘fore your trip has its departure
You don’t have to be an author, to enjoy the written word
All you gotta do is listen, for musicians to be heard
Chorus
Stand up! Run through it again
Because we holding onto something real, no make-pretend
Step back, burn that slow
Because we’ve got a lot to do, still no place to go
Verse 2
Barrell-chested, full-bellied, fan of pop punk
I can still taste the burps, from the last time I got drunk
I don’t need to fake the funk, I just skip a couple showers
Or I go and see my dealer, for bouquets of pocket flowers
In the sours, I lose hours, but it’s not my favorite dish
For it’s in-between the headphones, where my world really exists
When the speakers start to shift, and the woofers start to shake
Find my heaven here on earth, and I start to meditate, wait
Hold up for a second, reckon, no time like the present
For too much of anything that’s good, it starts to lose its essence
What’s your method when you’re down-and-out and need a pick-me-up?
(I) turn the volume to Eleven, dance like I don’t give a fuck
Can’t corrupt it, don’t disrupt it, no the song remains the same
When every one has up and gone, the music’s still around to play
It’s the only thing that stays, in a world that’s everchanging
Might speak a different language, but through tunes communicating
Chorus
Verse 3
Got a passion for the arts, on this soapbox I will bare it
If these kids don’t feel me, I just blame it on their parents
Incoherent? Oversharing? You know that’s not what this is
Everybody’s catching vapors, but don’t even know the Biz
This is more than just a friend, this is pop culture opera
Riddle them, with written gems, forever like Schumacher
Then take them to the Dr., you know Octagon is Kool
If you cannot catch the reference, what you’ll get, is ridiculed
