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Drunk Driver​.​.​. Please Don't Fall Asleep

by The Rumble Strips

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Kenn O'Connor
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Kenn O'Connor This album just might have saved my life. Because no matter how bad things get, maybe I can just let the squirrels eat. Favorite track: Squirrels Flocking To Yr Feet.
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I thought you were a big jerk Turns out you're just sad about your dead wife You said you want to end your life I thought, if you do that what will the birds eat? What will the squirrels eat? 'Cause you've had squirrels flocking to your feet Since you were 16 Asked your mom for bread She gave you the crust of her sandwich And you fed it to them And you've had birds chirping on the street Since you were 16 Took the popcorn off the christmas tree 'Cause you said they were hungry You put it in their tummies So maybe you could just let the birds eat Maybe you could just let the squirrels eat And I promise... You'll have birds chirping on the street When you're 80 Pick up that bag of seeds You'll still be old and grumpy And they'll still be hungry And you'll have squirrels flocking to your feet When you're 90 Pick up that Wonderbread Throw it from the park bench 'Til you're 100 So maybe you could just let the squirrels eat Maybe you could just let yourself live?
2.
Pieces of paper stuck to the wall Well the pictures are gone but the glue is not Words that fell down, Okay I tore them off And the flat paper notes of your favourite songs The residue of what held together Things that made you feel better Is a constant reminder that you never felt good at all Listening to laughter through the walls You can run away, but how far can you go When everywhere's the same, and nowhere feels like home Every night you lay your head Same four walls, different bed Same ghosts standing over you Sleepless dreams coming true But you forget as soon as somebody walks into the room But you forget as soon as somebody asks How are you?
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Lyrics by Kelly Kelly
4.
Eight blocks and three broken payphones Everybody know there's no hope With no dial tone Gas stations, liquor stores, bus stops and houses There's nobody home At least no one you know lives here anymore We sang along to all the same songs I thought I got the meaning wrong Or is it just the interpretation Varies from person to person It was a long run, but it's longer walk There was a bunch of us I guess that helps, we talk And everyone is having lots of fun You're doing better than you know I don't know how I'm doing so Where does that leave me? But I don't feel crazy for the first time since I was five So I guess I must be doing something Right?
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Wake up around 4 or 5 Just in time to watch the sink fill up With dishes that plan to wash Go outside watch an old man walk across the street Sit on the stoop Prepped and ready to consume Breakfast in the afternoon Candy, cereal and cigarettes Silver and gold bad habits I think that I felt happier sleeping out in a shed behind the lumbermart Terrified, cold and dark But the grass is always greener In the middle of the summer Winter air is always warmer When you're underneath the covers So ten pounds of blankets weigh me down 'Cause I've been shivering Been closing the blinds and saying that it's raining Feathers from down-comforters Rise up with every move I make Translucent indoor star-shaped snow flakes Politely ignore me
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Tapped harmonics on a cigarette butt Never really liked the sabbath Never really knew what a harmonic was Never really knew all that much Fell asleep at a party in the middle of a conversation Just before I told her I loved her For the 14th time that day She knew what I was going to say Haven't been drunk in three months Never really knew what drunk was Threw up paper cranes on the sidewalk Forgot to take my shoes off Went swimming with all my clothes on Winter boots and mittens Bears and bugs and reststops Memories of what once was When the sun still shone past 5 o'clock And we still had hope for the winter months 'Til the new roommate stole your homebrew Lied through her teeth I hope she pukes the truth Alone, midnight, empty bottles of booze Empty as the room I used to share with you Where the walls still echo, and I barely pay rent 'Cause I quit my shitty job again Went to the foodbank at 2 am They were closed with nothing left Now we live off stale bread and cigarettes Bummed off the stranger sleeping in my bed A face in a crowd, one in a dozen Another loud speaker spewing out poison A boat with a hole in the bottom And I didn't want to drown so I stuck my face in 5 am watching movies I fell asleep on your shoulder blade For sixteen mondays Of unemployed statutory holidays

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released April 1, 2011

Recorded at The Flood House in the winter of 2011.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jawsh Carson.
90's Babies Collective #04.

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