I've got five hundred in twenties And I've got a ton of great ideas
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Parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams I wait for the click I wait, but it doesn't kick in
It seems like the perfect storm of self-destruction and anxiety, tbh!
Radical Face seems like it would be pretty good for Isaac since it's kind of Southern...not gothic, but something close to that. Southern Genealogical Epic??? I should know this. But anyway, I really like The Crooked Kind for Elia and Dee:
Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear 'em well Your blood's a good an ink as any Go scratch your name into the clouds And pull 'em all... down
The thunder plays it's drum The air is heavy with the smell of storms And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake As he laughs himself right back to sleep And I'm laughin' with him
It's a bit more abstract than some of his other songs, but the idea of identification with family/blood seemed to be a pretty large theme in their interactions, so.
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I've got five hundred in twenties
And I've got a ton of great ideas
[...]
Parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams
I wait for the click
I wait, but it doesn't kick in
It seems like the perfect storm of self-destruction and anxiety, tbh!
Radical Face seems like it would be pretty good for Isaac since it's kind of Southern...not gothic, but something close to that. Southern Genealogical Epic??? I should know this. But anyway, I really like The Crooked Kind for Elia and Dee:
Some get dealt simple hands
Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn
But all folks are damaged goods
It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear 'em well
Your blood's a good an ink as any
Go scratch your name into the clouds
And pull 'em all... down
The thunder plays it's drum
The air is heavy with the smell of storms
And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake
As he laughs himself right back to sleep
And I'm laughin' with him
It's a bit more abstract than some of his other songs, but the idea of identification with family/blood seemed to be a pretty large theme in their interactions, so.