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Parking Lot - EP

by The Accidentals

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    Side A: Parking Lot
    Side B: Michigan & Again
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1.
Parking Lot 02:57
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
2.
Sixth Street 05:03
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
3.
Epitaphs 03:37
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
4.
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
5.
The End 02:39
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
6.
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)
7.
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

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released June 1, 2016

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