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Girl From Illinois
03:57
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She’s not the kind of the girl who gets cross without a fuss,
But if you must discuss,
I’ll trust you to just adjust your discussion,
She’s got the guts.
And i’m not the type of boy who’s,
Cheeks do tend to blush too much,
But i’ve got a hunch that when they do blush up,
It’s cos i feel that touch i get a rush.
I could never be annoyed at the girl from Illinois,
I’d throw out all my toys for a chance to be her boy.
She’s not the type of girl who,
Likes to get dressed up to much,
But when she does dress up i get eyes like a pup,
My eyes well up, like two lovers on a come up.
She’s not the kind of girl who’s,
Name your inclined to forget,
Don’t let me hear it just yet, if i hear that tone
Of her clarinet on my cassette i get the wet cold sweats.
I could never be annoyed at the girl from Illinois,
I’d throw out all my toys for a chance to be her boy.
I could never be annoyed at the girl from Illinois,
I’d throw out all my toys for a chance to be her boy.
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2. |
Take a Trip
03:56
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Suns out on the rout to the place we played as teens,
Sat and spotted all of the fishes making their way upstream,
All the bells are blue, and all the due’s turned into steam,
Can’t you hear the theme tune coming from the van out selling ice cream.
There's plenty places to picture a post card,
Which one you wanna go today,
Take a jaunt through squidgy moss and down McDougall way.
You can huddle under your pick of trees,
If it starts pouring rain,
We’ve got us and that’s all we need,
Like something out of Mark Twain.
Take a trip to my playground, we can get lost for a day,
Take a trip to my playground, see how we played,
We can take a trip downtown, and even bring a takeaway,
Take a trip to my playground, maybe you’ll stay.
And if the paranoia hits for instance,
You hear a deer in the distance,
Think blink, don’t succumb,
There’s nothing we can’t outrun,
We can’t make fun, not when there’s sun.
And if your tum starts to rumble,
I brought a pair of yukon golds,
There’s plenty forage in the pictish jungle,
We can cook em by the coals,
And i can’t start it with a stick and rock,
But i could set the hill alight with just a flint and a sock,
Good I’m not wearing my birkenstocks or we’d be...
Take a trip to my playground, we can get lost for a day,
Take a trip to my playground, see how we played,
We can take a trip downtown, and even bring a takeaway,
Take a trip to my playground, maybe you’ll stay.
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3. |
Holdin' On Sista
04:43
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Sister sweetest can’t you see its me,
I’m feeling sweet dripping from head to toe in all my mommas jewellery,
Getting those first pay checks but I’m years yet from a house,
Turn up to ur wedding decked out in fake Levi strauss.
Heard about your neighbours flashing razors in the hood,
Hope your car insurance covers 2x4’s of wood,
Least the gram ain’t banned and no ones stocking any guns,
Topping up ur tan but from a can and not the sun.
Now i know u love to ask about that side of life,
Well we’ve all wet the whistles yet no weekends with the wife,
Like to try and never shy but not the lychee type,
Sure the skin is soft but the emotions too unripe.
But there was one, never begun.
But hey, I’m holding on sister,
Right to the bone, what a carry on,
And hey I might have just missed her,
But I’m ramblin’ on, gotta carry on.
Sure she had a show on college radio,
Warms up with some cardio and climbs up to electro ,
Only watches Ghibli when its dubbed in Japanese,
She’s the type of freak who spends her week off watching old twin peaks.
If there was another who brother would approve,
Then sister he’d take to her like a needle to a groove,
Slim but still a chance still glimpsing ghosts of the romance,
Plagued still by a pipe dream of us watching ur first dance
But hey, we're getting on sister,
Right to the bone, what a carry on
And hey, i never once kissed her ,
But I’m rambling on, gotta carry on.
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4. |
IDK
05:38
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I’ve been having quarrels with the right thing,
Maybe just enough to raise a brow,
i’ve been taking looks at other faces,
And writing down what’s coming out their mouths.
I’ve been having trouble getting over,
Brewing long enough to raise a brow,
And when the hand hits four I’m always shaking,
But that’s the vice that I can’t do without.
I don’t know where I’m going or where I’m meant to be,
I don’t know what to wear how to be me let me be,
I don’t know where the show goes next but you can’t get in for free,
I don’t know but I know I need.
I’ve been bringing up the songs I want them to play,
Singing them loud enough to raise a brow,
Cos who knows how long we can stay,
People have tried but they can’t figure out.
They don’t know where they're going or where they’re meant to be,
They don’t know what to wear how to be free let them be,
They don’t know where the show goes next but they can’t get in for free,
They don’t know but they know they need.
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Mike Michaels London, UK
Hey, Mike Michaels here. This is my musical project born out of a love for Paul Simon, 80's synth pop, rockin' guitars and catchy melodies. My name refers to my first name as well as the surname of my step-father Shawn who looked after me and mum after Dad never came back from the corner shop. ... more
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