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by The Paint Splats

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Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Stand too tall to be proud of anything Make me turn away when it's your time to sing It's getting late Wish your keeper would roll you away Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Little rough 'round the edges for the girls Not much of a looker, but give it a whirl Just tell her a joke Or ask if she's got a light for you smoke Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man? Carl, are you a monolith or a man?
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Don't wanna wash you off of me Though you think I'm sick Never thought about it Get in line for service fees Beat me with shtick Just make it quick All you need is one to thrive Is anybody in your basement still alive? Pour me a glass of orange juice With your windows up Tell me secrets and stuff Cut me off a piece of pig skin Drive me down, no horsin' around Lights up, goin' down To repeat some history Why don't you just let me out? There's no time for love When your hand don't fit inside the glove Start me up with a siren Through the donut shop You can't make me stop Hear the twirl of the Leslie Good luck is new We're all counting on you Touchdown on the ground Pick up the covers to find your baby sleepin' around There's no time for love When your hand don't fit inside the glove
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Getting a grip on my memory's brain My heart shaking faster than the seasoning Washed out with the rain My therapist said at the video store "There's no use in seeing me anymore" The dog's barking at the wall Is nobody really listening? The churches are gonna fall Sure he's just a noise to you But if you lend an ear He might change your point of view Feel the drums - are they beating? All the empty stomachs - are they eating? Sinking's A-OK Just cash out the next day And keep all your good friends away Your palm's reading my face again The crack in my nose still leaks And lets all the sunshine in Wake me up when I'm put to sleep And peel those damn shoes off my feet Feel the drums - are they beating? All the empty stomachs - are they eating? Sinking's A-OK Just pass out the next day And keep all your good friends away Getting a grip on my memory's brain My heart shaking faster than the seasoning Washed out with the rain My therapist said at the video store "There's no use in seeing me anymore" Feel the drums - are they beating? All the empty stomachs - are they eating? Sinking's A-OK Just cash out the next day And keep all your good friends away
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Carrots and peas, Ticonderoga number threes Looking for something at the end of my rope Wonder how that door caught your foot And broke your wing at the sight of turning the nob Gaze to the sky to see what your missing Wanna get high then huff from the helium Wanna get by just to see how you fit in? Tensions rise, but the seasons remain the same The flames behind your back Are ready for a snack From the meal at the end of the road The visions you had then Like an old forgotten zen Take a chance and a pen and a wafer to check for facts About the meal at the end of road One of these trees might lead to another Spreading the seeds like a wildflower traffic jam Whisper to me all the things you've been hearing Turn off the lights and scream like the cat got your tongue Explain to me why you think that you're different Cause to me all you aliens look the same Take a bite of the fruit you've been given Wash it down with a gallon of gasoline The flames behind your back Are ready for a snack From the meal at the end of the road The visions you had then Like an old forgotten zen Take a chance and a pen and a wafer to check for facts About the meal at the end of road
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Daddy was a man who thought he was a girl Who could change his world? Mommy wasn't mad as she was sad So long as she got her pearls One foot then your brother lounge on this concrete So long as them potholes don't scrape your knees Picked his words and sticked with them Til he bled red and blue Whisper to the gutters what others scream at you Jenny was there when you thought she was dead Leaned on the brick wall Asking why she had to survive in a world with you One foot then your brother lounge on this concrete So long as them potholes don't scrape your knees Picked his words and sticked with them Til he bled red and blue Whisper to the gutters what others scream at you Daddy was a man who thought he was a girl Who could change his world? Mommy wasn't mad as she was sad So long as she got her pearls One foot then your brother lounge on this concrete So long as them potholes don't scrape your knees Picked his words and sticked with them Til he bled red and blue Whisper to the gutters what others scream at you
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released March 28, 2020

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The Paint Splats Dayton, Ohio

An unhealthy blend of power pop melodies that grew up listening to garage rock and the man shouting obscenities from the comfort of a street corner.

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