yardsale capital of the world - the pseudonyms lyrics
verse:
barreling down guadalupe
in an eighties vw bus
102 degrees in the afternoon
pumping out audiosilk
on the cassette*player
chorus:
the asphalt is dancing
& melting into the sky
my baby is sweating & smiling
wrenching the steering*wheel
w/her wiry hands, while
she stains the road at
forty*miles*an*hour
middle eight:
my eyes are open
for curbside*treasures
but all i can find is
consumer*trash
gutters fill w/car*wash water
& the sky slowly turns
smog*grey & dirty*blue
refrain:
every sat*rday
the nickel*&*dime hounds
empty out their garages
& sit around in
cut*offs & sundresses
bartering over pennies
as the heat becomes weary
bridge:
they will retire into their televisions
answer their telephones
& call it a day
but first, they look to sell me
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine*cabinet
coda:
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine*cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine*cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine*cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine*cabinet
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