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You know
Let's do it
You know what's fun?
What?
The Suspension's a little fucked
But you know that, right?
Mhhhmmm
Ok
My love is no tesla model e
It's something like a honda odyssey
Can't pick one up in the car lot
But buy nothing has the parts for free
My love isn't glossed, it's kinda scuffed
It isn't stainless, suspension's a little fucked
But under, and above, and in the rust, caked into dust
Lies a system impervious to planned obsolescence
Uuuuuhhh
It's got plentiful seating at least two boos
And many many more, if I want it to
This love has room for everyone to curl up, cuddle
And trunks for all the baggage they carry
And don't forget the legroom and the windows
Room for everyone in their multiplicity
It is beautiful in there and you will be cozy
Uuuuuhhhh
My love is no gas-guzzling f150
It's something like a honda odyssey
It's slower than the greyhound but faster than the 83
It'll take you the distance, even with all the room
It'll navigate graffiti alleys
Forget the Charlie card - and the orange line shuttle
Good boy goes the distance if I want it to
Drive Freetown to Keukenhof
Swim the ocean to Boston
And ride the rail 2188 miles straight to the heart
All on half a charge
Has seen prior use, stewardship, and recalls
But has been recently manufactured refurbished
Product includes no conflict minerals
And you have a right to repair accidental damage yourself
Heck just give it the proper care
My love is no tesla model e
It's something like a honda odyssey
Don't worry though, it'll play nice with a model e
If that's how you want things to be
So let me know what you think
Any takers out there?
It takes quite a bit
A discerning swipe right or a friendly referral
Customize the car
Picking out parts
The usual supply chain issues
But I think it could be worth it
And you'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
Where music mirrors moonlight
As the streetlamps mock the stars
Tuned into lucid dreams from once upon a song
And everything could be alright just this once
And you'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
Waiting on the froyo order should have been here all along
Remembering when salt licks used to taste so sweet
Was it even real? But on this night things are mostly fine
And you'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very very very
Very very very very very very
Very very very very very very
Very very very very very very very pleasant street
Abolish all parking minimums in Cambridge
Find out what that means for you
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Strange Skull
05:20
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Sanitize, buff the kinks in my fingers
Dream up a chorus, tell me how to heal
Cold cold hands cast a consolation prize
Tempered by a strum, the feels didn't creep in all directions
Only some of them didn't creep in all directions
Only some of them, some of them
Some say, this head is ceramic
With cracks in the sink, it's more likely than you think
Can't sleep at 3 and wake up at noon
With a smile on my face like before
Juggle more than half a thought strolling down pearl street
Big green jacket with a broccoli head
I share a smile with a toddler and his grandpa
Teaching this was snow before we made it slush
I sit on the pillow in the dog park
I look up at the trees and there's a storm in the sky
Humbling military satellites overhead
As the gnaw in my gut dictates away
Your head is ceramic
With cracks in the bidet, it's a little more than a scrape
What would you write? Would you even care to write?
Would you play an open mic, when see you're trembling?
Write a letter to the people you love
Years ago you showed songs and I put them on this playlist titled
"lying in bed with a smile on my face"
It's been so long since I felt that mood
But let's dust it off - heimwee
Take the beanbag and I'll roll around the rug
There's tea. It's music. And that could be enough
But I'm singing strange songs, nothing like those songs
I'm singing strange songs nothing like those songs at all
I'm singing songs these days
This strange skull's singing songs he says
I'm singing strange strange songs nothing like those songs
I'm singing strange songs nothing like those songs at all
I'm singing songs these days
This strange skull's singing songs he says these days
These days our head's ceramic
With cracks where we think, it turned out worse than a kink
His head was hard and then we cracked it
Cracked this head so hard can't repair it
You thought this head was hard but then we cracked it
Cracked this head so hard we're never going back again
His head was hard but then we cracked it
Cracked this head so hard can't repair it
Thought this head was hard but then we cracked it
Cracked this head so hard we're never going back again
Am I ever going back again? I'm never going back again
Like those songs at all
Nothing like those songs at all
Nothing like those songs at all
Nothing li-like those songs at all
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You know
Let's do it
You know what's fun?
What?
The Suspension's a little
But you know that, right?
Mhhhmmm
Ok
My love is no tesla model e
It's something like a honda odyssey
Can't pick one up in the car lot
But buy nothing has the parts for free
My love isn't glossed, it's kinda scuffed
It isn't stainless, suspension's a little (gasp)
But under, and above, and in the rust, caked into dust
Lies a system impervious to planned obsolescence
Uuuuuhhh
It's got plentiful seating at least two boos
And many many more, if I want it to
This love has room for everyone to curl up, cuddle
And trunks for all the baggage they carry
And don't forget the legroom and the windows
Room for everyone in their multiplicity
It is beautiful in there and you will be cozy
Uuuuuhhhh
My love is no gas-guzzling f150
It's something like a honda odyssey
It's slower than the greyhound but faster than the 83
It'll take you the distance, even with all the room
It'll navigate graffiti alleys
Forget the Charlie card - and the orange line shuttle
Good boy goes the distance if I want it to
Drive Freetown to Keukenhof
Swim the ocean to Boston
And ride the rail 2188 miles straight to the heart
All on half a charge
Has seen prior use, stewardship, and recalls
But has been recently manufactured refurbished
Product includes no conflict minerals
And you have a right to repair accidental damage yourself
Heck just give it the proper care
My love is no tesla model e
It's something like a honda odyssey
Don't worry though, it'll play nice with a model e
If that's how you want things to be
So let me know what you think
Any takers out there?
It takes quite a bit
A discerning swipe right or a friendly referral
Customize the car
Picking out parts
The usual supply chain issues
But I think it could be worth it
And you'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
Where music mirrors moonlight
As the streetlamps mock the stars
Tuned into lucid dreams from once upon a song
And everything could be alright just this once
And you'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
Waiting on the froyo order should have been here all along
Remembering when salt licks used to taste so sweet
Was it even real? But on this night things are mostly fine
And you'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very pleasant street
You'll find it parked out on a very very very very
Very very very very very very
Very very very very very very
Very very very very very very very pleasant street
Abolish all parking minimums in Cambridge
Find out what that means for you
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Banti Buli Boston, Massachusetts
Banti Buli means "Have a Banti Sleep" or "Sleep on the peak" in Afaan Oromoo, depending on how you jumble the words. It is a narrative song project by Banti Gheneti, who routinely wraps stories in rich layered soundscapes and indie rock sensibilities to navigate the night and make himself understood by this world. Dreamy covers, fingerpicky ramblings, and strange strange songs forthcoming. ... more
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