Flower Through Concrete

Fresh Concrete

Gennifer Flowers - Fever Dolls

I've been getting into disc golf lately
I've got a single frisbee I throw as hard as I can
been talking 'bout disc golf lately
L-E-T-M-E, Let me T-E-L, Let Me Tell You

It's a Saturday morning and I just need some fresh air
so I am headin' on out and y'all can probably guess where
I'm going disc-golfing, ya, just huckin' shots with my pals
we're just putzin' around, we don't really know how

step up to the tee, hit a tree
hey no big deal, this game is FREE!

I've been getting into disc golf lately
I've got a driver and a putter disc -- they're different
been talking 'bout disc golf lately
L-E-T-M-E, Let me T-E-L, Let Me Tell You

I start each mornin' on the course, most days on my own
its not a spectator sport while I work on my throws
but the joggers and dog walkers all stop to watch
as I recite the same chant every time that I toss:

Double Bogey, Bogey, Par
Birdie, Eagle, Huck it Hard!

I've been getting into disc golf lately
I've got a regulation basket installed in my backyard
been talking 'bout disc golf lately
L-E-T-M-E, Let me T-E-L, Let Me Tell You

I've got a bag full of discs, they're worth a grand for the lot
but I'm prepared for whatever, whatever angle or shot
for any possible obstacle, I got just what I need
It's got a pocket for popsicles so I don't overheat

but all the kids on the course they are distracting and cringey
and I'm rollin' my eyes when they call it a frisbee
they're hootin and hollerin', all in good moods
but they'll never get sponsored with those attitudes

but wait… why am I acting this way?
did I hyperfixate?
again… got in over my head
oh all that money I spent on… frisbees

I get so obsessed I lose track of reality
i need someone else to just spell it all out for me
don't make your hobbies your whole personality
next time I'll ease in and try to play casually
L-E-T-M-E, Let me T-E-L, Let Me Tell You

Anyways… Been getting into board games lately…

Disc Golf

A song about Freud.

Lyrics:
If I’m so smart and I’m so pretty,
Damn this town and damn this city;
You never give me anything that I want.
 
No one seems to really care.
They're just wholly unaware
Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn.
 
But you won’t understand
All the things that I am
Cause' I’m crazy in just too many ways.
 
But I get that little feeling
When my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing,
All my fibers say to run away.

Count my little scars, I’ve got dozens down inside.
I come complete and invincible, behind my dirty imbecile.
All these things I’ve tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young.
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness in this atmosphere.

Love my mum and love my daddy,
Sure they messed me up but that is
Voices that they left inside of my head.
 
Darling, dearest, don’t you see?
I’m tough, I’m smart, I’m bourgeois,
And I’ll play out this lie until we’re all dead.
 
Am I good? Is all I could
Enough for you? 
 
I’m so scared
Of when and where
I’ll find the truth.

Point To Prove (I Was An Ugly Kid)

Bug Hunter