There’s a screen door bangin in the wind, remember when you wanted to be like George Washington back then. Everybody goin down on themselves no “pardon mes” or “fare thee wells” in the end....
The light of my life is going out tonight
And she don't look too depressed
The light of my life is going out tonight
In a pink champagne Corvette
I sleep three feet above the street
In a band-aid pink Chevette
The light of my life is going out tonight
Without a flicker of regret
I don't like magic and I don't like tricks
Havin' a hell of a time believin' we exist
The mail man dreams he's Paul Revere
He wants the whole town to buy him a beer
And I have to remember that your not wanting me
Doesn't make me any less here
I love the sound of a jukebox playing
So I sit here while she's staying home
Watching Dallas on TV
I love the taste of whiskey straight
The strongest thing she ever takes
Is a sip from a small glass of chablis
I’ve got that Friday night fever...
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
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For all its visionary put-ons Traditional Techniques hums with sincerity. Aquarium Drunkard caught up with @dronecoma on a typical quarantine day to discuss the record, punks finding their various freak flags, & the upcoming Pavement reunion.
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