the man in the firefighter hat says some weird shit
he's got eyes in the back of his head
he tells some woman about his time in prison
and she just nods her head

he knows where you're going
he's everywhere you go
he's harmless at best
and he's not santa claus or god or anything like that

i'm leaning against a pole
watching the doors open and close
i see an ad to learn a second language
that'll never happen

weird shit

(new mix)

my coffee's like the cosmos
it's like that jean-luc godard movie
except mine was made in a keurig

i watched toy story
my mom told me i used to like it
except so did everyone else i know

i will never be frankie cosmos
or even anything close
hopefully i can still enjoy this

keurig coffee

gonna finish but want to show to brandon

if i just walk another block 
i could pull myself together
i'm swaying like a doll
wrapped in your arms

if i just lift my head up
i could mumble a few meaningless words
my eyes are glazed over
like the saddest doughnut ever

hit me! so i feel it in the morning

if i just pass out on the sidewalk
i might forget what happened
i think i left my coat 
in the last place we were in

hit me baby one more time

in the loneliest part of the loneliest town
in a crooked old bar where the patrons unwind
half-angel, half-angry they're all in a line
preaching and smoking all of the time

tacit rapport with the bartender's pour
i wait to go there

towey's tavern song

turn turn turn

"i think i'm busy"
you whispered to me
in a hushed tone

you have money
you are funny
and you don't look that bad

you'll have a cottage
for the summers
where your dogs run free

it's a small world
and everyone knows you
everyone thinks they do

i think i'm busy

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upset_boy

have you ever sunken lower than that
lower than the last time i saw you react
to things that are out of my control

have your ever wondered what you could have been
"every single day you fucking shit
i don't want to talk about it"

where was i going with that

where was i going with that

dilapidated shack
next to the train tracks
got lost in the woods
then I found a path
that led to the road
I could hear the cars
I could see the yellow stripe
horizontal to my sight
indicating the lanes
that the cars go down 
in an upstate town

walking briskly for no reason
the changing of the season
there’s mud on the ground
so there’s mud on my shoes
it’s sticking to the soles
it’ll turn to dirt
and get released in my room
find relief in my room

on a local bus
with fabric seats
there’s a smell in my nose
I can feel it in my teeth
a woman singing out of tune
a never-ending traffic light
on my way to work

upstate town

will we be summoned yet
like we wanted to be?
is it all part of scheme
to be seen in the scene?
must we forget our roots
and how we used to feel?

I don’t know

unpasteurized
your summer eyes
a furrowed brow
a dirty mustache
before full-time jobs
before a sense of time

I don’t know

unpasteurized

albuquerque by neil young

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