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You've got shampoo in your hair
And you show up to work with a smirk
You don't care that you're besmirching your cause
Worse than that yesterday's shirt
I don't fault your actions
It's your attitude I have issues with
You're blazing a pattern
It's not an isolated incident
Maybe you'll find someone to be
the butt of your jokes
But you can't expect it from everyone
You've got toothpaste on your shirt
a sure sign you brushed behind the wheel
when you made your escape, how much shame did you feel
Last night's stand wasn't your first
We used to have booze
at all the office parties
then you would always
pretend to get drunk and lose your inhibitions
I think you take pleasure
in taking advantage
in gaining an advantage
in making advances
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SNAKE FARM
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I saw you on that TV show
And you looked into my eyes
I saw you wore that red jacket
The one you know I like
And on the wall by the bus stop
I found a message with my name
Well I, I know you're out there
And I'll wait
And on your latest album
All the words on track six
Converted into numbers
Form the number of the house where I live
In the basement of the thrift shop
I found a letter with my name
Well I, I know you're out there
And I'll wait
And I, I was the only one
Chosen to save you
Did you see it written in the clouds?
I need you too
I saw you in that magazine
Morse code kerning spelled out my name
I understood what you meant there
We are the same, we are the same
And in the leaves in the gutter
I found a golden dove with my name
Well I, I know you're coming
And I'll wait
And I, I was the only one
Chosen to save you
Did you see it written in the clouds?
I need you too
I'll wait
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Sun came up it was another day
And the sun went down you were blown away
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel
Could've held on to that long smooth neck
Let your hand remember every fret
Fingers touching each shiny string
But you let go of everything
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Followers would cling to you
Hang around just to meet you
Some threw roses at your feet
And watch you pass out on the street
Drunken Angel
Feed you and pay off all your debts
Kiss your brow, taste your sweat
Write about your soul, your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Sun came up it was another day
And the sun went down you were blown away
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
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Paper clip
neutrino detector
lincoln log
reactor core
dirty bomb erector set
with Lego blocks, now happenstance
is in the hands
of the absurdly young
carrion birds
carry on, carry on
carrion birds
carry on, carry on
feral packs
of pterodactyls
hovercraft
traffic jam
circuitbent drone attack
with elemental yoga mats
now runningwear in camouflage
is the style
terror is for the naive
cynicism reigns supreme
I'm growing fond of death and taxes
fickle friends but seldom absent
assets to ashes, dividends to dust
carrion birds
carry on, carry on
carrion birds
carry on, carry on
Paper clip
neutrino detector
lincoln log
reactor core
dirty bomb erector set
with lego blocks
now there's nothing left
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All the little black circles
Of mold on the bathroom door
And all the straight black lines
Of grime in the grout on the floor
I don't mind anymore
I don't care if my house is clean
Pizza boxes by the front door
It is what it is, so it seems
Yeah
Wish I were stranded on a desert island
Eating coconuts by the score
Or in a yurt on the wild tundra
Like Bon Iver, only even more so
Even more so
Even more so
It's better to be alone
Yeah
So that's what you get
When you're a martyr to the Craigslist cause
Take it easy, baby
You're taking this all too serious
Saints wouldn't care
About the slime in the crisper drawer
Joan of Arc was an athlete
With feet that burned like fire
Yeah
Wish I were stranded on a desert island
Eating coconuts by the score
Or in a yurt on the wild tundra
Like Bon Iver, only even more so
Even more so
Even more so
It's better to be alone
Yeah
All the little black circles
Of mold on the bathroom door
And all the straight black lines
Of grime in the grout on the floor
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Summer night, sticky hot and molten
Setting sun filling me with golden light
Sets the trees on fire
Shield your eyes
The world's on fire
Palm trees, the California coastline
Freeways stretching on for miles and miles
Headlights like fireflies
Shield your eyes
The world's on fire
We pretended that we were movie stars
With my headscarf and a pair of shades
Took off my heels to run by the water's edge
The cold Pacific washing all my doubts away
Away
Away
Here we go, the story of nothing
You decided I wasn't worth loving anymore
But once, I was adored
Venice Beach, the scene of a murder
If not that, the scene of some other crime
Like wasting my time
Shield your eyes
The world's on fire
And if we'd been lovers on the movie screen
I would have found the magic words to make you stay
Held you while the rubble rained around our heads
And kissed you while the world burned away
Away
Away
In my bed, I lie still and think about
Where you are, and if I just concentrate
I can feel you in space
Palm trees filter the moonlight
I know that there's someone in your arms tonight
The world's on fire
The world's on fire
The world's on fire
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a call to my cellphone
you need my help again
there's shouting in the background
whatever the situation is
we'll sort it out
Your other friends may roll their eyes
But I'll pull the van around
I'll pull the van around
3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down
I had pointless hopes
when we were in high school
you left your parents house
when I helped you move out
i thought now here's my chance
i fooled my self it's not your fault
i deserved less than all that I got
a gracious, patient friend
six months later you were on the move again
Your other friends may roll their eyes
But I'll pull the van around
I'll pull the van around
3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down
what's wrong with your roommates
you didn't answer the question
i had the wrong premise to start with
i went away and learned the cliche you were
college break and six months almost to the day
your landlord kicks you out
she's a bit of a psycho you say
i'll take your word for it
Your other friends may roll their eyes
But I'll pull the van around
I'll pull the van around
3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down
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LET'S GET DRUNK!
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Gentle Brontosaurus went on tour to SXSW in March 2016 and managed to survive driving 2452 miles and playing 5 shows in 6 days without us murdering each other. We thought we'd commemorate this achievement by putting up some live tracks from our shows as a free download so you can check out newer stuff that's not on the album.
Check out the liner notes for each song, where we narrate the story of our road trip in such loving detail, it will be almost like being there in person and having someone narrate a long and boring story to you in great detail.
All tracks were recorded live with only the finest of high-fidelity modern recording technologies, i.e. an iPhone propped up on a keyboard, typically pointed directly at the drums. Sorry if they sound like shit.
released April 7, 2016