"ropeladder" genre: Indie Pop/Lo Fi
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	reflections fo a nearing- thirty college sophomore who doesn't practice NEARLY enough... did we mention that there's a BAR on campus??
	CD: summer of bud   Label: fu records Credits: s. washbored
	Lyrics what can i tell you from my new book of philosophy? it's a house built of paper and when the wind blows where i smell the smoke from the trees i'm waiting, i'm watching for any sign of a light in the smoke blowin by me, the trees will hide me, while i wait to regain some kind of sight inside waiting every night the purse strings of the dawn are getting brown and serious.. are you even hearing us? my philosophy treefort all i have are pictures now and a shred of ropeladder that used to lead me here now it's tying me to the ground but the dirt ain't a bad place to be when you like to look up, it's all you can see and you can't smell the heat the smoke from the trees inside of this dark heart, the dirt is for free inside a private, boring fight politely clapping for pigs in flight get us another barrel there, gus roll it on down and pulverize us clean up the mess and take the rest of the day off go play some golf or something i'll tell you one thing when i remember what that one thing was...

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