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the pseudonyms - yardsale capital of the world كلمات أغنية

verse:
barreling down guadalupe
in an eighties vw bus
102 degrees in the afternoon
pumping out audiosilk
on the cassette_player

chorus:
the asphalt is dancing
& melting into the sky
my baby is sweating & smiling
wrenching the steering_wheel
w/her wiry hands, while
she stains the road at
forty_miles_an_hour

middle eight:
my eyes are open
for curbside_treasures
but all i can find is
consumer_trash
gutters fill w/car_wash water
& the sky slowly turns
smog_grey & dirty_blue

refrain:
every sat_rday
the nickel_&_dime hounds
empty out their garages
& sit around in
cut_offs & sundresses
bartering over pennies
as the heat becomes weary
bridge:
they will retire into their televisions
answer their telephones
& call it a day
but first, they look to sell me
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine_cabinet

coda:
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine_cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine_cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine_cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine_cabinet

- the pseudonyms

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