DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE'S A TUNNEL UNDER OCEAN BLVD
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Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?
Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall
I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like
When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a girl who sings "Hotel California"
Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida
It's because she's in a world preserved, only a few have found the door
It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor
Oh, man
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like me
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05
Something about the way he says, "Don't forget me"
Makes me feel like
I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to get me by
Leaning in my back, whispering in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can drive"
But I can't
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me, don't forget me
No, no, no, don't forget me
Don't you, don't you forget me (no, oh)

Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

A&W 
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I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me, look at the length of my hair, my face, the shape of my body
Do you really think I give a damn what I do after years of just hearing them talking?
I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, come into my bedroom
Ended up, we fuck on the hotel floor
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
This is the experience of being an American whore
Called up one friend, call up another
Forensic Files wasn't on
Watching Teenage Diary of a Girl
Wondering what went wrong
I'm a princess, I'm divisive
Ask me why I'm like this
Maybe I'm just kinda like this
I don't know, maybe I'm just like this
I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, he comes over again
Yeah, I know I'm over my head, but, oh
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whore
I mean, look at my hair, look at the length of it there and the shape of my body
If I told you that I was raped
Do you really think that anybody would think I didn't ask for it, didn't ask for it?
Didn't testify, already fucked up my story
On top of this (mm), so many other things you can't believe
Did you know a singer can still be lookin' like a side piece at thirty-three?
God's a charlatan, don't look back, babe
Puts the shower on while he calls me
Sneaks out the back door to talk to me
I'm invisible, look how you hold me
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm a ghost now, look how you hold me now
It's not about having someone to love me anymore (oh, okay)
No, this is the experience of being an American whore
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whore
This is the experience of being an American whore
This is the experience of being an American whore
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, get me high (oh, my God)
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light (mm)
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
Jimmy, you should switch it up, baby, light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (like)
Jimmy, if you switch it up, you should light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (hey)
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
But I don't care, baby, I already lost my mind
Jimmy, if I lie it up, find me in the club (mind, mind)
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're fucking up big time

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Don McLean says he was reading a biography of Vincent van Gogh when he stumbled upon the idea of composing a song about him. The song became an homage to the artist and his work. McLean understands Vincent's struggle. That he wasn't crazy, but that he was afflicted by illness. Here, Mournerz present their homage to his homage. If you're enjoying the art of it all, please give us a like and a share x

05/05/24

Vincent (by Mournerz)

Inspired by the poem "Restricted Fragile Materials" by Catherine Barnett

[Verse 1]
It should be easy, I tell my son,
To clear the things I've left behind.
In these rooms where memories run,
Treasures for him to find.

[Chorus]
I've left a life for you to see,
Coupons and vinegar, memories.
The sofa at West Elm, a dream untold,
In this house, our stories unfold.

[Verse 2]
I've always liked the idea of order,
But never took the leap.
If I could, I'd stay here forever,
In dreams so deep.

[Bridge]
To get to my archives,
Put your ear to the ground.
Hear the whispers of laughter,
And the quiet sound.

[Verse 3]
The river I feared to drink from,
Has come to drink from me.
May you too have fair winds,
And follow the seas.

[Chorus]
I've left a life for you to see,
Coupons and vinegar, memories.
The sofa at West Elm, a dream untold,
In this house, our stories unfold.

[Outro]
It's not illegal to hold on,
To dreams and memories.
May you find joy in this old home,
And the love that never leaves.

Vincent (by Mournerz)

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