beat radio: sunday matinee ep

teenage anthem for the drunken boat

i made you a mix tape
okay it's not a tape at all
but it's full of sad songs
that make summer feel like fall
the reason i'm calling
the thing that i'm trying to say
maybe i should come over
the truth is i'm on my way
the truth is i'm on my way

when i was another
i knew you a little while
now all of your lovers
are waitng for you to smile
your sons and your daughters
are torturing you with words
reliving the past
believing in reverb
the priest of the future
and the pastor of present tense
are out in the alley
destroying the evidence
we harbored a fugitive
the essence of wasted youth
all caught up in fishnets
you smoke on the roof
we navigate freely
the arc of the starbright evening
the classic rock station
says "don't stop believing."
"it's more than a feeling."

the priest dressed in crimson
the pastor in white
they are never wrong
they are never right
when i was another
i knew you a little while
now all of your lovers
are waiting for you to smile
i made you a mix tape
okay it's not a tape at all
but it's full of sad songs
that make summer feel like fall
i remember the moment
the bullet returned
back into the gun
i was looking for something
that can't be encoded
in zeroes and ones.

stranger flowers

i love your radio show
the kind of songs you play
the way you talk real slow
i love the way you say
"we just heard the title track from the new juliet and abel.
it's called a symphony of wildfire out on the tramp star label."
and every word rings true
every streetlight shines for you
on the day we met
i couldn't help but stare
the way you wore your clothes
and how you'd cut your hair
at the seaside bar
you were dancing with your punk rock boy
i was playing guitar
well i was making noise
springtimes coming on
it feels just like my favorite song
we're all stranger flowers now
there's a place where we belong

we've got all this worn out joy and we get no sleep at night
but it's morning and we're bending towards the light

springtimes coming on
it feels just like my favorite song
we're all stranger flowers now
there's a place where we belong

sunday matinee

i met all your friends today
i couldn't think of anything to say
everybody seemed so lonely
but we could play our bad day down
hide behind a wall of sound
communicate with our our eyes only

and we're alone we're alone when we're together we're alone and we don't wanna stay here but we can't go home
and there's so much we've lost along the way
but your the sweetheart of the rodeo
the queen of the all ages show
i saw you at the sunday matinee

you're everything that i'm not
drinking in the parking lot
and then we hear the band start up and then we rush inside
and when the bass drops out and the singer screams and shouts you say "this is that song that i was talking about."
you push your hair behind your ears and you close your eyes

and when you lean in close
when tell me it's the part you love the most
and you pull me out into the light
i don't care about the song
but i could watch you listen all night long
and i feel fine i feel alright i feel alright

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