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Seafoam
04:20
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That particular Florida, northwestern Florida seafoam green
Lined the streets off the beat where we chose to meet
And this is me in real life: I'm sorry that I didn't live up to my internet profile
But I get better with time, or maybe worse with time
Like a fine wine, it's a quality of mine that I like
And the back of my car is flooded with cassettes
And a couple wet blankets and sometimes a couple of friends
Who are just like me, and ugly on the outside
But pretty in our organs, in our hearts and in our eyes
We see a great expanse in a cul-de-sac
And we'll drive down this street til we've got to turn back
And we'll start again...but we won't start again again
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I predicted way back when what I'd be like today:
Dressed funny, less funny, still funny in a different way
Never thought I'd have got my hand's back on this old denim vest
It's been folded since I finally got it out, now I'm right back in it again
Still grungy after all these years
I'm starting to get big just like my dad
It's not the vestments, it's not the patches, it's not even words, it's inflection
I used to sing I was more than a set of fibers and cells
What I've got is not just wrinkles, worn out eyes, and thirty extra pounds
This barbershop that you've gutted is a rented world
It's so strange to feel nostalgic for something I never did experience
That's why they still sell Lisa Frank Binders
That's why they brought back the Polaroid Camera
Quintin Tarantino, he still makes a lot of money
Netflix couldn't get enough to finally nab the Olsen Twins
No longer working for a minimum wage
Other than that, nothing much has changed
It's not the vestments, it's not the patches, it's not even words, it's inflection
I used to sing I was more than a set of fibers and cells
What I've got is not just wrinkles, worn out eyes, and thirty extra pounds
God bless Ameria, freedom or whatever
Sting like a killer bee, float like a feather
Drink til you pass out, drop out of college
When did it start being cool to be so damn apathetic?
Why does every song have a joke in it's name?
I give a shit about sincerity.
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Al Mirabella & the Mid-Life Crises Pensacola, Florida
BTGDT (Band to get down to) from Florida. Willing to play in your living room, vegan bar, gross punk squat and any other place with a handful of electrical outlets.
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