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December 25, 2015
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Our EP released on Pass Out Records. It only took us 20 years to write 3 songs. All songs written by Turbo Pascal and published by Pass Out Music Publishing (BMI). All Rights Reserved.
Awkward@Parties
- Awkward at Parties
- Limited Time Only
- Static Dispenser 2015
LYRICS
Awkward at Parties
Conscious of my walk
My face feels flushed
There's something in my
Teeth and I just brushed
If I talk I'll spit, I just know it
But if I keep my mouth shut
They'll think I'm quite
Another awkward party
Another cube of cheese
Sure I'll hold your baby
As long as you don't leave
Yes, my name’s Italian
No my dad’s not mob
What do I do
For a living?
I am between jobs
How about this weather, huh?
Pretty humid out there
Now that you mention it
I could use some air
Another awkward party
Pass the pretzels please
Here comes karaoke
And you’re pointing
Right at me
This has been fun
But I must be going
Oh, only 3 more hours
Of picture showing
Looks like you had
Quite the trip to Dover
Mind if I use
The restroom a few states over
Another awkward party
Is that a real moose head
Sure, I’d say the
Above ground pool
Goes well with the shed
Another awkward party
This hummus tastes great
Oh would you look at the time
It’s really getting late
C.2015PASSOUT MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI)
Limited Time Only
Act now or forever
Keep your peace
All this can be yours
For a limited time only
Look out over the city
Here is your throne
Where you can rein as king
I need something more
More than what my eyes
Could ever reveal
Please tell me that
Beyond the surface
There’s something
That’s real
Service with a smile
Handshakes and promises
Satisfaction guaranteed
Contracts with denial
Everything’s ok
Until the wakeup call
Rings loudly
I need something more
More than this facade
Could ever reveal
I’m tired of getting
Ripped off
Pretend to love
And then you steal
I need oxygen to breath
To run and not be weary
To see through darkness
To speak truth
When it’s not easy
C.2015PASSOUT MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI)
Static Dispenser 2015
Charts are flying
Random dying
Only to fill a void
Constant rivals
Money mongrels
Seeking to destroy
Costly missions
Con-intuition
Hiding behind a tie
Dispensing static
Raids of panic
Bitterness and lies
Lapse of reason
Season to season
Doing the bash and grind
Makes no sense
It’s all a mess
There’s no alibi
Always regrets
Cautious bets
Roll playing mind games
Quota bearing
Outward blaring
It’s all insane
C.2015PASSOUT MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI)
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