Parking Lot - EP

by The Accidentals

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released June 1, 2016

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The Accidentals Traverse City, Michigan

Multi-instrumentalists, Katie Larson and Savannah Buist, “A duo giving an edge to folk with unique
instrumentation”, “Combine musicality, originality and melodic beauty with a welcome and unexpected bite to clever lyrics and you’ve got Accidentals music. Songwriters, look no farther to find a new pairing to be jealous of, especially with such a bright future ahead of them.” ... more

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Track Name: Parking Lot
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Nineteen, so mean
Lips that sting like Queen Frostine
She's got an icy disposition
Looked back, told me
She was smoking carbon black
I said I'll see you in the green room
I need, a lead
To get me back on the track
That I'm banking on
If I unwind
I might just fall apart
I might just fall for this place
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
A stray, no pay
A voice like Marvin Gaye
He's kicking pebbles on his gravestone
Looked up, and prayed
That I would fill his cup
I don't get payed until next Tuesday
I need, a lead
To get me back on the track
That I'm banking on
If I unwind
I might just fall apart
I might just fall for this place
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Track Name: Sixth Street
Sixth Street
There’s too much noise on Sixth Street
Like a brick in a washing machine
And the alleys look like bed sheets
Wrinkled in the morning haze of gray routine
The tangerines and coffee,
The sweetest taste could always drive you up a wall If hunger is a freight train
Then the pain unfolds the maps of urban sprawl
I’ve made a comeback in a time Enforced to memorize the lines Upon the pavement and the page, Behind the scenes and on the stage
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade
The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
Let the sun slide down the porcelain
Of a cerulean cereal bowl sky
Let it hang for the homeless man
The polished shoes paid by smokes of passerby
You’ll all just turn into suburban fathers
Your claim to game wrapped round your fleeting cigarette Why have a broken heart-to-heart
When I could always come at you hand-to-hand
We hold our jackets at the sleeves
One hand gives while one receives
And though the warmth spreads underneath The cold wind nips like wolfish teeth
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
The raven’s on the telephone
Nevermore, those frozen talons on the wire Look upon those avine militants
Touching shoulders, like a feathered gothic choir
Even in the depths of winter
Those frigid splinters can’t withstand the warmth we hold The warpath to destruction
Is paved with good intentions, but not all good is gold
So knock my cards to the station floor And watch me eye the closest door You’ve earned a place in memory
The price you pay for cruelty
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade
The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
Ooh
A fire escapade for two
Ooh
An alley serenade in view
Oh the modern day brigade
The loudest silence ever made
Came printed on the faded page today
Track Name: Epitaphs
He's got too much pride
Lord, if you could see it in his navy eyes
Life is never painted in the black and white
Or with the gray between
It's got too much light
Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night
Moon that blinks before the tangerine
And broken stains of morning sky
And scattered on the birch trees
Are the mockingbirds who disagree
On everything that flits to mind
What's lost and what's just hard to find
And blaring on the silver box
Are those who are only there to talk
So I will find a better way to speak
She's got a new fake tan
Drinking pop culture from a silver can
Staring from her bed into a lava lamp
That bubbles up her thoughts
About money and time
Things that share a problematic love life
They'll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife
Just when you hit your prime
And scattered on the dirty streets
Are the broken souls who disagree
And beg for what you're offering
And all the while we're promising
That rain will fall on fertile ground
There's no lost cause that can't be found
So I will find the growth in every seed
Well it's a sketchy scene
Bottlecaps littering the pothole street
Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat
Of nighttime in LA
And in the local park
Boys flinging curse words into the dark
Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts
In duct tape displays
I'm standing by a marble wall
Carving epitaphs of human fault
Why spend my whole life wondering
If I find lies more comforting
How can I invest my faith
If what you give is what you take
But I will try to find the in between
Track Name: Turn the Wheel
Strangers at the table, mad before the feast
Heaven’s in the kitchen full of those who’ve had the least
Can’t believe, we take to give and then receive

Breeze unfolds the curtains and the hunger pains
You check your neighbor’s bowl to see what still remains
That’s how it starts, you feed your need for bleeding hearts

It’s just an insecurity, it’s how you feel
Comparing all your flaws to people’s highlight reels
You’ve got your whole life to live without a reason to fear
That you might have less than the person next

So keep it real
Turn the wheel

It’s a universal party, it’s the same refrain
When everybody’s living no one can complain
It’s what I earned, how can you be so unconcerned

Cause everybody’s saying everything’s just fine
The key to staying strong is knowing when to cry
When things are bleak, to speak your heart is never weak

It’s just an insecurity, it’s how you feel
Comparing all your flaws to people’s highlight reels
You’ve got your whole life to live without a reason to fear
That you might have less than the person next

So keep it real
Turn the wheel

Give what you take and we all take a turn
And the wheel will move on when all of us learn to
Give what you take and we all take a turn
And the wheel will move on when all of us learn to
Give what you take and we all take a turn
And the wheel will move on when all of us learn to
Give what you take and we all take a turn
And the wheel will move on when all of us learn

To be as open as a tundra sky
In nothing I have everything, I guess that’s why
It’s nothing new, I give to live and follow through

It’s just an insecurity, it’s how you feel
Comparing all your flaws to people’s highlight reels
You’ve got your whole life to live without a reason to fear
That you might have less than the person next

So keep it real
Turn the wheel
Keep it real
Turn the wheel
Track Name: The End
I've been cooking, looking at the flowers
That line the border of this rusty wall
Well I've been fishing, waiting, wishing for hours
For fate to return my long distance call
I don't want to see
A different side of me
I don't want to spend
All my time waiting for the end
Well it's been great anticipating the answer
But all I've got is a wall of black eyes
I'm trying applying if I can endure
Another door, another compromise
I don't want to see
A different side of me
I don't want to spend
All my time waiting for the end
Track Name: Michigan and Again
We lay down in the grass
In our nest of sleeping bags
Breathing in the shallow canyon air
The water, 45 degrees
We wade out to the knees
And soak to the sleeves in a semi-aquatic prayer
Great state, what state am I in?
Compass roses bloom again
Home of the water, Canada's daughter
Cradled in a crescent moon grin
Michigan and again and again and again and again
Michigan and again and again and again and again
Soft shoulders of sand dunes
Porcupine cactus flowers bloom
In the dust of the devil's empty living room
Salt silts the flattened land
Time like a snake in the sand
Powdered porcelain in a stranger's hand
Great state, what state am I in?
Compass roses bloom again
Home of the water, Canada's daughter
Cradled in a crescent moon grin
Michigan and again and again and again and again
Michigan and again and again and again and again
Looking down to the high five
Grazing ground to hear the sound of a heavy sigh
Home is where you left your heart behind
Even fortified fossils dissolve over time
When I came home, I went down to the lake
My dad told me he counts up the days
And when I packed my bags, coffee stains of jet lag
There were conifers lining the driveway, whispering
"Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay"
Great state, what state am I in?
Compass roses bloom again
Home of the water, Canada's daughter
Cradled in a crescent moon grin
Michigan and again and again and again and again (x8)
Track Name: Parking Lot (featuring Rick Chyme)
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Nineteen, so mean
Lips that sting like Queen Frostine
She's got an icy disposition
Looked back, told me
She was smoking carbon black
I said I'll see you in the green room
I need, a lead
To get me back on the track
That I'm banking on
If I unwind
I might just fall apart
I might just fall for this place
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
A stray, no pay
A voice like Marvin Gaye
He's kicking pebbles on his gravestone
Looked up, and prayed
That I would fill his cup
I don't get payed until next Tuesday
I need, a lead
To get me back on the track
That I'm banking on
If I unwind
I might just fall apart
I might just fall for this place
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot
Get me, get me out
Get me, get me out
Out of this parking lot