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the mediocre gatsby

by kevo cant dance

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LYRIC SHEET: all lyrics written by Kevin Quinn all rights reserved "Roosevelt's" I'm standing by the wishing well I got 3 onlookers tellin me to go to hell maybe they don't like what they see I got bloodshot eyes and my hair is green (x2)Sittin in between a sub conscience and a dream with the surreal infatuation with the silence of a scream call it subliminal my own reality here I stand impostor of a... Theirs no potential in me i just believe the shit I read and if I come close my fingernails they start to bleed theirs no potential in me I'm stealing from the wishing well I pull my fist out my shallow heart fell they're nothing here for me just Roosevelt's and mall security (x2)Sittin in between a sub conscience and a dream with the surreal infatuation with the silence of a scream call it subliminal my own reality here I stand impostor of a... (x2)I'm standing by the wishing well I'm standing by the wishing well I'm standing by the wishing well Roosevelt's "a.m hannah f.m" sister patsy bought me a Bakelite radio it had haunted dials that moved on their own one day the knob stuck in at 74.9 it played the saddest song I heard in my life she said take me over you quiet October I can't recall whether I'll see u next fall but I know when I hold u close my heart makes a sound just like a cannonball we dwelled in the backseat of the jetta all summer long fogging up the windows in the parking lot of the king of prussia mall hush my little static lullaby don't make a sound the amplifiers hummin out some panty dropper motown I guess it's me against myself to night I'll step on your house of cards show me the flashlight watchin you is like a car crash 13 Saturday nights I'll never get back.... she said take me over you quiet October I can't recall whether I'll see u next fall but I know when I hold u close my heart makes a sound just like a cannonball take me over this quiet October all in all when divided we did fall and I know we could of had it all and I know I missed your curtain closure fall figure 8 in a love triangle figure 8 in a love triangle look at me I'm alone and strangled figure 8 in a love triangle "your in a band, I'm in a shipwreck" were just some dead end kids with our minds in the gutter, throwing silvertone fits and ill strum these chords while you hum and his we'll serenade the city tonight were just some dead end kids with our 6 strings to freedom Cheshire grins and i got thick skin you can't just crawl in we'll tear the ceiling off the sky stars in your eyes you overslept, ill sleep when I'm dead lullaby, ill sing you to sleep tonight I'm cold and I'm broke, this must be some kinda joke what I love seems to tear me apart what I love seems to tear me apart american music is modern art (x4) were just some dead end kids with our 6 strings to freedom Cheshire grins and i got thick skin you can't just crawl in we'll tear the ceiling off the sky stars in your eyes "the mediocre gatsby" we drank behind a billboard that said everything must go and we took those words to heart because that was that summers manifesto personality cos play, gypsy moths burning in the bulbs we locked eyes against the concrete slabs and spilled our guts to selfless souls never showed, didn't know, thanks for callin broken bones bloody toes id still come crawlin overwhelmed by expectations what were u expecting lies grain of sugar in my salty eyes goodbye Madeline I'm a mediocre gatsby don't cry I'm a mediocre gatsby don't lie im a mediocre gatsby don't lie don't lie we woke up hand in hand she started breaking all my bones pulling thorns out of my side as I made my way back home good grief, she pulled that heart right off my sleeve I had it well attached with tethered Velcro teeth oh goodnight satellite, i hope you burn in hell with me tonight your not a dwindling star more like a flashlight never showed, didn't know, thanks for callin broken bones bloody toes id still come crawlin overwhelmed by expectations what were u expecting lies grain of sugar in my salty eyes goodbye madeline I'm a mediocre gatsby don't cry I'm a mediocre gatsby don't lie I'm a mediocre gatsby don't lie don't lie "Bones and Litch" I swallowed a needle and thread stitched your name between the stone in my head stuttered your answer and then u looked at the time your college textbooks can't define the - look in your eyes when I said this conversation is a Pulitzer prize so lets be like Orson Welles and die die die I feel like fiction on the silver-screen when doctor Seuss stabbed Shel Silverstein with Elliott smiths knife the city was callin with her bedroom eyes oh its worth it even when its a waste of time its worth it even when its a waste of time I'm the opening act for the opening act u see my name stenciled wrong on the poster with a compass and map ill just strum harder and ill just sing louder then you ill dream a little prouder through and through so hum along this basement airborne flu I feel like loose change scattered on city streets forgotten currency under your weary feet on and on how do you flip a coin when you don't take sides don't know which to avoid heads or tails now make a choice don't write it down ya gotta make some noise echos swimming in a small town when your in distress please carry my sound through and through every last avenue cuz good things happen when people don't believe in you. cuz good things happen when people don't believe in you. some say it's substance abuse but when the substance is you good things happen when they don't believe in you "minor infidelities" wide awake on the ride home consensual silence at an all time low the street lights dance collapse both sides of the unknown I gotta go, 68 miles to go she was drawling a dirty picture on the fogged up window of the passenger seat I was tapping my hands on the steering wheel like an artifact of self defeat she was wearing a nirvana shirt and goddamn I hate that overrated band but I would scream heart shaped box if I meant I could see her again hey wait I got a new complaint forever in debt to your priceless advice hey wait i got a new complaint shotgun greasy hair a below average mind wide awake on the ride home 33 miles to go wide awake on the ride home self provoked by the unknown 98 chevy couldn't hang overheated on the last 20 mile drag so I pulled over for awhile sat on the hood pointed at the stars like teenage Aristotle's then my eyes drifted east and her eyes drifted west our hands connected like we were awkward spindled spider webs we talked about her insomnia and my fear of raccoons and what a fine young waste we been since we left high school oh oh oh oh oh oh all quiet on the eastern coast shes huddled in my arms my face as pale a pepper coast the pedal never seemed so far don't wanna take you to your place id rather take you to those stars wide awake on the ride home 6 kilometers till I'm back to being alone wide awake to watch the sunrise and i really hope your boyfriends not home.

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released March 11, 2014

kevin quinn - lyrics, vocals, guitar
jordan krepps - backing vocals, drums, bass, production

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