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Paint the walls

from Dealer Plates II by Dealer Plates

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lyrics

I don’t think I’ve ever seen _ that drunk, pushing me to talk to one of _’s friends
I heard she likes the Grateful Dead, so if it doesn’t work out, maybe we could at least trade bootlegs

I don’t think I’ve ever seen myself not drunk
I mean I’ve never seen the honest me without a little help from
Popov, McCormick, Ruble, Mr. Boston’s 50
Got a couple of layers that are no match for the hard stuff
to flush the shame out to sea

The origins were never in B-R-E-W
Seeing effects of pre-gaming the act of
destroying dead trees in the woods with a mixed drink in middle school
Nick's dad's missing kerosene, shut up, and blame the neighbor kids, don't be a hero, don't cause a scene

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a solution to the shit I’m in
Pushing me to storm the prisons, donning warpaint on the testes
Asking “Does this look marked by sin?”
Load the barrel if yes, aim for there, I guess, then when you’re done, reload and turn it facing in
Paint the walls with the mis-shaped brain that wanted you and I to be the same

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You smoke black Spirits, St. Ides in a can
continuity that I understand
We both get bummed out, pissed at each other
I can ground myself, I know your colors
I’ve got three sets to play, you do too
We know what we’re doing, we’ll see ‘em through
But when you wake up you won’t wanna move
When I came to I wanted last night removed
I’ll give it a year, wait til I process
Where this is going, what there is left to fear

Falling asleep on the couch
To the tune of my legato martial law
Falling to permanent slouch
Hunched over, ripping thorns from your paws
I still got your back

I’ll rip out your eyes and replace them with clocks
Maybe then I wouldn’t be so late
And I’ve been in love with a friend for one year this May
Plus three years, that’s four years, and twelve beers now
And I need to go to sleep, yeah
I need your fingers on my AC
Rollin’ the graphite, rollin’ the graphite
I’ll draw the taxes if you draw the sunshine

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Midtown gets an A
When I’ve got a 5 for Empire
When the cafe line is shortened
When the terminal is open
Momma didn’t raise no soft target
To get soft is to soak in optimisquid

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from Dealer Plates II, released March 1, 2018

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Dealer Plates is Jack Tael and Bruce Hamilton making music for rock-dwelling slugs. What lies beneath remains to be seen.

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