LYRIC SHEET:
all lyrics written by Kevin Quinn
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"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.