Pike St to Park Slope…
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…BROOKLYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone’s obsessed with this whole mess of impressions they wanna make. But once you know you won’t impress, you’ll find that being nice is nice for its own sake.
— Bomb the Music Industry!
“Sick, Later” by Bomb the Music Industry!
Did I hug you goodbye? Did I say good night? And I thought I’d see you again under the glow of a soft light
— Bomb the Music Industry!
“Sort of Like Being Pumped” by Bomb the Music Industry!
I saw the sunset from the front of the J train tonight.
The subway stopped and stammered and I couldn’t get my footing right.
I tied my scarf for the walk home the sun went down by 5:45.
But I saw the sunset tonight.
I saw the sunset from the front of the J train tonight.
I saw an Asian boy staring out the window at the light.
We didn’t see a single sunrise at 6:30 AM.
It’s been a cloudy week and cold as ice.
But I saw the sun set over the tracks tonight.
I saw the sunset from the front of the J train tonight.
I took a couple pictures and the workers thought that I wasn’t quite right.
I see them every day,
We all battle for a seat,
It’s been a long damn week,
We gotta rest our tired feet.
But I saw messages that say that life’s better than this.
I followed it down to the ground and took a seat with the other stiffs
I faced my weekend fright, looked forward to my Friday night.
I let my worries burn like files inside the fire and lights
When I saw the sunset.
“Syke! Life is Awesome” by Bomb the Music Industry!
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“Pike St. - Park Slope” by Bomb the Music Industry!
Drive across the country, tell your story walking.
No one’s keeping you captive in the town that let you down (so sorry).
Blame it on the television, blame it on the company;
Don’t blame it on the fundamental fact that no one owes you something.
“I’ve come about my share, i only want what’s fair.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not greedy.
Like everybody else, i wanna pay my dues.
(I only want someone to tell me who to make the check out to.)
Maybe we could run away and start a little repertory moviehouse or something.”
she said, “sorry but i think you might be just projecting
(but here’s the dough).”
Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn.
“A community of dabblers who are vain and fond of biting backs
(‘we hate it when our friends become successful’)
And a different school whose energies are spent evading income tax…
And silicone enhancements by the breastful.
Maybe we could run away and start a little repertory moviehouse or something.”
she said, “sorry but i think you might be just projecting on to me.
Why don’t you try LA?”
“Well when you like something, it’s an opinion
But when i like something, it’s a manifesto.”
(pomposity is when you always think you’re right arrogance is when you know.)
“Maybe we could start a little independent repertory moviehouse or something.” she said,
“Sorry but i think you might be just protecting your investment or else assigning blame.”
“Pike St. - Park Slope” by Bomb the Music Industry!
“Sort Of Like Being Pumped” by Bomb the Music Industry!
“Sick, Later” by Bomb the Music Industry!
