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Anyhow
02:59
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Matty and June are gonna sneak out of school
With the baggy from the shaggy-headed kid by the pool
If I wanted I could join them but I never do
They tell Scotty at that party and I feel a bit cool
Peter’s back at college, he pretends that it’s hard
Thoughts and beer out on the table, and he’s skimmed Kierkegaard
And sometimes he sits and wonders if he’ll pay it off
Sends a text back home to let me know the game is on
If I can’t sit still for a moment
Who will want it years from now?
If all we do is sit and wonder
Will it matter, anyhow?
I obsess on movies, every show on TV
Everything it seems so simple with no logos on screen
Except ones that were put there by a marketing team
Who complain about their take home pay and vacation scheme
I don’t want to see the cracks in fortune and fame
Plaster faces plastered faces, expectations don’t age
And neither do the people that we want to be
I still clean my clothes and leave them wrinkled up for future me
If I can’t sit still for a moment
Who will want it years from now?
If all we do is sit and wonder
Will it matter, anyhow?
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Sure Enough
04:52
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Sure enough, the bell still rings
The quarters, nickels, and dimes they sing
A congregation’s fortune’s made of memories
Instead of money
Slipping round on lazy streets
The sidewalk drools under their feet
And silence screams while livers weep
And Brothers they are still angry
When did this start?
I’m so sure what I’ll do
Idle on by
Change, I don’t have it for you
Half a dozen roses bloom
There just below the avenue
Where visions blur and so do you
Sign silent on the concrete
Desperate crowds search for the king
With fortunes made of gasoline
That bubbling, burning, poisonous thing
We’re buying on the corner
When did this start?
I’m so sure what I’ll do
Idle on by
Change, I don’t have it for you
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Friends
02:57
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It’s late now
If you’re high enough, your dreams will struggle to spin
I’ll leave you
You’re not sad alone, and my shame is such an evening thing
The pavement, it’s glistening
And I’m drunk, but that’s not a new fling
Couple days of this rainy shit
This summer is simmering in
What’s it like to make friends easy?
Nobody new has called me lately
That neighbor she is gone
And I’m so scared of getting older
They sold her stuff out on the lawn
I bought a mug that I was drawn to
Can buy it all, but it’s these small things make me wonder
And most days feel long
Until I step outside and wander
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Days
05:47
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Back in the days
When the postman knew your name
And you’d spill white out on the page
When things weren’t right
Daddy did the taxes
And the kids were seeming restless
Without a war that they believed in
To run and fight
Well the line down at the theme park it doesn’t divide
For the men in red and white hats or their homemaking wives
And grandpa he’s still sad
Cause his friends never came back
This new house is creaking
All the money started speaking
About the reasons we should keep it just in case
In the distance there’s some storm clouds
You can see them from our hillside
And it sure seems like we have been there
When we think and we pray
Still the line down at the theme park it doesn’t divide
For the men in red and white hats or their homemaking wives
And grandpa he’s still sad
Cause his friends aren’t coming back
The white corrector it has dried out
Black ink’s bleeding through the lines now
Grandpa’s kneeling down to find out
What these people think’s so great
Yeah, the church got a new steeple
For less ordinary people
Started taking checks instead of
Checking change
But the line down at the theme park it doesn’t divide
For the men in red and white hats or their homemaking wives
And grandpa he’s still sad
Cause his friends never came back
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Mark
05:38
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I had a pint before the flight
And I left my sticks by the churchside last night
So I’ll have to tell you another time
About the dog and the house and the light of my life
Remember the rain when we slept outside?
Across this whole country in our fucked up rides
The drunken footraces and long jazz-filled nights
I didn’t call you, but I had the time
The air here is heavy and I’m with your friends
Nobody knows me, but we all pretend
We hike through your mountains, I try not to cry
But I’ve only lost strangers, and I can still see your smile
We played through some standards, and your Dad he sang
Now those songs are changed for me, just like your name
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Rules. Portland, Oregon
My name is Parker Hall.
Rules is my solo project.
I live in Portland, OR.
Check out rulesband.com for more info.
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