California Lite
(or)
We Celebrate in the Historical Parking Lot in Sunburned California
by Key Losers
Limited Time
under crackling power lines
blackberries, burned in time
their smell takes over
I make a sandwich and shoot a basketball
shadow change, light adjust
shadow change, light adjust
a tree grows on the ground
it is a limited time
there is a limited time
until I go back inside
artificial light, covered blinds
and when I go out again
the moon is up and it is a brand new world
shadow change, light adjust
shadow change, light adjust
this moment has never happened
it is a limited time
there is a limited time
I disappear in it
into the limited time
Metal Masks
we curse behind metal masks
(all along the freeway)
eating messing sandwiches
(all along the freeway)
making calls to our best friends
(all along the freeway)
see the sunset on my left
(on my way to Santa Monica)
animal collective
(all along the freeway)
passing places I'd never live
(all along the freeway)
passing fucked up accidents
(all along the freeway)
see the sunset on my right
(on my way down to Long Beach)
Don't Know Why
open up your mind
let the wind inside you
think about the time
time as it defines you
time as it decides you
and I don't know why
and the visions of the mind
in many ways destroy you
yeah, it happens all the time
makes you want to take cover
wrap yourself around a lover
and it happens all the time
so open up your mind
let the wind inside you
think about the time
time as it defines you
time as it divides you
and I don't know why
Smoggy Mountain High
beyond the city they are towering
obscured sometimes, but still they bring
eternal height in a dying world
a deeper look into the sky
beyond the city they are flowering
I see them sometimes when I'm in my car
I often want to go up to them
I get distracted and I forget
Real Time Here
all the trees are blowing
and the mountains are covered in clouds
but the grounds are lit up with spring
and all the buzz it brings
out in the gardens
all the buds are showing
when the grounds are hit with the sun
but I walk to work with my coat on
collar up and corduroys
right next to the sunrise
I'm trying to have a real time
here, out where my head is clear
Horizon Line
over the horizon line
lay the jagged memories
of distant companions
those that were friends of mine
but now what will I find
over the horizon line?
(prisms of light divide my skies
and grains of sand move across the land)
rivers that come to an end
and I said it to my friend,
my distant companion
over where my world began
right before I hit the 10
to drive past the horizon
(prisms of light divide my skies
and waves of sand move across the land)
mountains blow away in the wind
and we pick them up again
Cheap Display
winter light
leaves on the ground
the town is breaking
fractured and cold
an old building commemorated
with a cheap display
winter park
limbs on the ground
the wind, it picked up
broke with a sound
an old building barely remembered
houses a Walgreens
winter work
from dark to dark
and I am breaking
under the time
an old building beyond forgotten
slumped over like a grave
winter life
hardly at all
the cold is breaking
what's left of fall
an old building commemorated
with a cheap display
We Are a Program
we move silently through the break room
plugged in reliably to our devices
un-trusting of viruses we carry
never making eye contact
never making eye contact
it is a program we run
we are a program
we never get off the phone
we are open 24 hours
we are a program
we run, while birds eat snakes
and then narrowly change directions
behind our backs
Permanent
out on a dirt road
we pulled the car over
it was winter
and there wasn't much to say
anyway, we got out of the car
and walked into a valley
where there were no houses
and probably no people
permanent are the living
but certainly not us
(lyrics above by Katy Davidson / ASCAP Solo Wanderer)
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Key Losers
by Guided by Voices
Oh darkness makes them cringe - perhaps caught
Respectable - impeccable - not taught
The key losers
Not to trust in instinct - blame them
No wait! don't tame them
They will let you down every time, the key losers
In the clutch - twice as much
In the long run - final gun
Down the stretch we couldn't catch
The part-time players - the scrubs
Consistently choking, the roach coach is smoking
They will let you down every time, the key losers
(lyrics above by Robert Pollard / BMI Needmore Songs)
