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First World Syndrome
02:39
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I get a sour taste as I lie in my lofted bed
Nothing but the illumination of my MacBook Pro
It's Friday night and it could be well spent, yet I choose to stay
Idle in my heated room, with my thoughts and a violet glow
I can't complain, I know I have it all
It's a losing game, when you have to lose it all
I can't complain, I'm loved it's all okay
I'm just being vain, First World Syndrome again
Time elapses and the clock ticks on into AM territory
Scrubbing through endless playlists of vague bedroom pop
It's all a tool for drowning out the deafening silence
Nothing's right, no that's a lie
I can't complain, I know I have it all
It's a losing game, when you have to lose it all
I can't complain, I'm loved it's all okay
I'm just being vain, First World Syndrome again
I can't complain, I know I have it all
It's a losing game, when you have to lose it all
I can't complain, I'm loved it's all okay
I'm just being vain, First World Syndrome again
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2. |
Treetops
02:01
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(Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fprNjebZCjo)
Counting down the hours till you’ll feel alright
Pretending all these words don’t even give you fright
But you’re slipping on the treetops
Telling all your friends these lies
Just to please your, yourself
Living day-to-day but the passion’s all dried out
Wondering how you got here, if there’s a better way out
But you’re slipping on the treetops
Telling all your friends these lies
Just to please your, yourself
*instrumental*
Yeah you’re slipping on the treetops
Telling all your friends these lies
Just to please your
Yeah you’re slipping on the treetops
Telling all your friends these lies
Just to please yourself
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3. |
How Many Goats?
02:31
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(Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG5EVELyI_c)
How many goats are you worth
My gut is saying more than me
Thirty five’s quite hefty
Forty two’s slight overkill
How many goats is she worth
Probably not enough for that family
They seek out a herd not a trio
She’s just a bird in a land of heroes
I’m counting down all the goats in this city
But this city is a city
Who finds goats in a city
Let alone for a child to be bartered
A hard truth, maybe
The dowry days are over
How many goats are they worth
It doesn’t matter though because
Their father is a miner
Shipping off his minors
How many goats am I worth
What even is this metric that
We use to gauge the value
Of all of society
I’m counting down all the goats in this city
But this city is a city
Who finds goats in a city
Let alone for a child to be bartered
A hard truth, maybe
The dowry days are over
We’re giving back all the goats in this city
‘Cause this city is a city
Don’t have goats in a city
Nor a means for child to be bartered
A hard truth, not
The dowry days are over
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4. |
Depersonalize
01:53
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We’re sleep talking, depersonalized
Not feeling ourselves around
Around, around
Around, around
Around anyone
Don’t we all love when
We don’t who we are
If we ever knew
That to start with
Don’t we all love when
We don’t who we are
If we ever knew
That to start with
Don’t we all love when
We don’t who we are
If we ever knew
That to start with
Don’t we all love when
We don’t who we are
If we ever knew
That to start with
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5. |
High Streak
03:08
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I ran for office today
Just to hear all the “nays”
In a day I’ll be hidden away in my
Booth of social shame
The populace will decry
The fact that I even tried
Sycophants stuck in a dance of
Validated fury
But soon I discover a genuine truth
The masses they welcome, they’re not so uncouth
Corporeal backers kickstart the wave
The movement aligns with their bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Let’s ride out this high streak, darling
Let’s sail on the high seas, darling
We’ll laugh and defy,
To keep our eyes dry
I ate a salad with ease
Just to garner some please
In a week I'll be ditching the sweets with the
Body of Tom Holland
The universe might align
With strong bodies come strong minds
'Least the ads they all detail the fads
Enough to make the world go mad
Let’s ride out this high streak, darling
Let’s sail on the high seas, darling
We’ll laugh and defy,
To keep our eyes dry
Let’s ride out this high streak, darling
Let’s sail on the high seas, darling
We’ll laugh and defy,
To keep our eyes dry
Unexpected vibes
Unexpected vibes
Unexpected vibes
Unexpected vibes
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Zaid Khan Boston, Massachusetts
Boston-based singer-songwriter who occasionally releases music.
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