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Mr. Rogers
03:43
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You’re Sisyphus, you work for us
You’re Sisyphus, you work for us
It’s obvious we’re oblivious
It’s obvious that we’re a broken system
We don’t care
We don’t care, yeah
Your children, oh boredom
Your children are screaming
We teach them, preach at them
Lord knows if we reach them
We don’t care
We don’t care, yeah
You’re not Mr Rogers, hang up your sweater
You’re Meryl Streep in “The Devil Wears Prada”
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2. |
Siren
03:35
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Gave my heart to a singing siren,
If she would love me it would save my soul
Fell into the water, learned to swim while crying
She was laughing while I lost control
Gave my heart to a singing siren,
She disappeared into the windy air
My men pulled me out, I lay there sighing
Picking seaweed crap out of my hair
And the years went by (3x)
Lost at sea
Ms Athena, Ms Athena, Ms Athena,
Won’t you rescue me?
I’m so lonely, I’m so hungry, Mediterranean soaked my bones,
Every now and then, wanna kill these men,
Call a taxi and I’ll ride back home
Gave my heart to a lotus eater,
We chewed the petals and escaped our heads
He was lovely, but a filthy cheater
Other ladies in his flowery bed
Gave my heart to a lotus eater,
I got so high I forgot my way home
I called up Circe, took a boat to meet her
She turned him to a dog, he’s alone
And the years went by (3x)
Lost at sea
Ms Athena, Ms Athena, Ms Athena,
Won’t you rescue me?
I’m so lonely, I’m so hungry, Mediterranean soaked my bones,
Every now and then, wanna kill these men,
Call a taxi and I’ll ride back home
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Anxiety
02:19
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I can’t drive my car
I can’t leave my house
I can’t read the news
And I shut my mouth
The sun, it shines too bright
People press, too hard
It takes all I’ve got
To step in the front yard
I can’t drive my car
I can’t walk the block
I’m scared of accidents
Afraid of getting stalked
Never walk alone
Never after dark,
Oh now you be safe
‘Cause bad guys hit their mark
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4. |
Spit Ball
02:17
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Well my daddy never loved me
And my mama works overtime
Stupid classroom, same old bullshit,
Gotta be here all the time
Teachers hate me, talk down to me
Say I gotta change my ways
I wanna run fast, wanna run far
Far away from, this place
Watch out, here comes my spit ball
I gotta sister with her bitch face
Always up inside my stuff
Mama tells me to work harder
I try and try, it’s not enough
In the hallway, I pushed Henry
Watched him fall down, and I laughed
Teacher found me, now she grounds me
Got detention in this class
Watch out, here comes my spit ball
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5. |
Half Fast
02:24
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I’m not enough of a dutiful daughter
I’m not enough of a happy shit-eater
I’m not enough of a sweet loving girlfriend
I’m not enough of a hard-working girl
‘Cause I’m half-assed, half-assed, half-assed
I stare into space
I’m half-assed, half-assed, half-assed
Your time is a waste
Oh, I’m so soft, this shape of my body
Oh, I’m so broke, look at my bank account
Oh, I’m too slow climbing up on this ladder
‘Cause I measure up to mediocre amounts
‘Cause I’m half-assed, half-assed, half-assed
I stare into space
I’m half-assed, half-assed, half-assed
Your time is a waste
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6. |
Dosvedanya
04:06
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I’ve been feeling blue since you walked away
So much more to do, nothing left to say
To thine own self be true, hey I’m on my own
Dust to dust returns, this we’ve always known
Ah, spasibo, dosvidanyia
You climb higher, you go farther
And you tear her down, try to be the queen
Shouting all night, why you treat me mean?
And you wear her out, get on her last nerve
Maybe now we’ve got what we both deserve
Ah, spasibo, dosvidanyia
You climb higher, you go farther
Ah, spasibo, dosvidanyia
Volatile like oil and water
Ah, spasibo, dosvidanyia
You climb higher, you shine farther
Ah, spasibo, dosvidanyia
Volatile like oil and water
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7. |
Waco
03:05
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Prom Threat Austin, Texas
Prom Threat are a punk rock trio from Austin, TX. New EP "Firewalker" is due out in 2024!
Current lineup:
Anna- guitar & vox
Sara- bass & vox
Ran- drums
Prom Threat recommends:
Reverb heavy indie pop rock from our jamspace mates
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Dreamy psychedelic electric ladyland channels 80s pop and 60s underground rock
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Part brooding and grungy, part upbeat and dancy, check out our homie's band!
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