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bud bronson & the good timers - feel-good hit of the summer pt. ii كلمات الأغنية

it was one of those mega-mall theaters
we were bored and just k!lling time
you said you’d seen it before
but in the colorado corn, our vegetation will erase your mind

(let it melt away)
set your brain to advanced decay

(i just wanna fa-ade)
into a vacant state

if you’re trying to escape your fate
i know a couple fun ways we could distract each other
tune it out, roll the windows down, yeah we can drown it all out
in the feel good hit of the summer

we watched him ripping through the heart of the wasteland
it kinda looked just like the western slope
and in the heavy denver heat with all the smoke on the peaks
i swear it looked just like fury road

but we’re still burning fuel all summer
top-down cruisin’ usa
if the future seems bleak like it does on the screen
that’s a problem for another day

(wash it all away)
we’re sipping processed wheat from the fruited plains
with some ice-cold cans from our fruited plains

(i just wanna ta-aste)
those liquid waves of grain

if you’re trying to escape your fate
i know a couple fun ways we could distract each other
tune it out, roll the windows down, yeah we can drown it all out
in the feel good hit of the summer

and when the season changes
we’ll deal with the heavy stuff
make time for contemplation
yeah at least until the summer comes

cause from the rotting motels of seaside heights
to the sick smoggy sprawl of l.a
we’re sucking gasoline, cheap beer and dying dreams
in the endless pursuit of escape

but stuck here in the backseat
with the wind blowing through our hair
i still don’t know where we’re going
but i’m running out of reasons to care

set free, unleashed!
sunburnt and wasted in the summer heat

we were well-meaning kids chasing modest dreams to take flight in our fantasy machine, a 95 gmc, subtract the third row of seats, block out reality. but it crept in quietly, as we boomeranged from sea to rising sea on a tour of debauchery that started so harmlessly but is now an exercise in mental mastery, a front range escape into a larger state of denial and distaste. and when it all goes up in flames, we’ll ask ourselves, was it all worth the price to pay? save the answer for judgment day

- bud bronson the good timers

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