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Bouncing down the street

by David Beckley

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Royalty 04:07
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808 03:53
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Even the dogs whimper when they see my grey Corolla pulling into the driveway. Eyes peaking through the curtains up and down the street, watching me on their doorbell video screens. Soon they'll be feeling vibrations in the 20 Herz range, Is that an earthquake honey? No, it's that 808 bass. Cranking up the eq on the left side; Feeling so good I'll postpone my freakin' suicide. My 808 I manipulate, add a little flanger, it screams and reverberates. I pick up a pencil and write how I feel. I'm bored, frustrated-a self-pity death spiral. I'll just crank up the stereo. The windows are about to blow. I'm sorry I interrupted your doggies little treat and your salivations over bloody slabs of meat. Fork poised half-way your face says anger but my beats put your appetite in mortal danger. Don't be a fool, get up and dance with your wife-maybe you'll find a little joy in your pointless life. Sway as you feel the juicy ass bass tones; ten minutes more horrific grunts and moans float by as you do it in the kitchen I told you my beats were sweet and the melody's bitchin'. I don't care anymore about your phone calls, banging on the door looking in the windows. They talked to the cops in their bathrobes. Complaining with a frown they point in my direction but in nine months you're in the maternity section. Your wife is smiling and you're so pleased, you should've named your little creepy creature after me. Finally I think they must've moved away. The pounding on the walls ceased the day before yesterday. Hi-hat 16th notes I'm slumped in my chair. Scratch tickets, beer bottles laying everywhere. Too much weed and not enough time. Thanks for playing, better luck next time!
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Like a Deserted Town 03:51
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Oldsmobile 98 05:03
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He's driving fast, an Oldsmobile 98 Arm out, smooth jazz, only he knows my fate rear view, eyes wide I accelerate Pristine white walls T.V. antennas in the back The finish a predictable, hypnotic gleaming black Leather seats dual cigarette lighters, a custom 8-track Finally he's started fading from view I relax down in my Burgundy Subaru emotions start flowing, they're all about you I fall out of my wandering mind taking in the fresh air it's such a lovely night up ahead I see flashing fluorescent lights I stop for a drink check my emails and texts I'll throw out the pack, but just one more cigarette tomorrow is a new day, things are going my way There's a slow popping crunch and a sickly haunted light the 98 is parking on the gravel outside everything stops and my thoughts subside going out the front door he's blocking my way! I open the door get in the Subaru anyway head on the wheel, I finally contemplate Driving by you watch the people on the street slow motion walking chewing talking they can't hear the drum but they're marching to its beat Compassion in your indifferent gaze you're hidden behind an ignorant sleepy haze it was a day like any other day (I know they hate your 98)
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Rainy night on 101 04:08
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Just one of those things 03:49
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The Busker 03:53
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It's always been you 03:46
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Bouncing down the street 03:54
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I'm bouncing down the street shadows stick to feet I like how the light makes their faces glow moving like sunflower metronomes what do they want what do they need? I'll tell ya later but I want to shake the skeleton inside me shake it like a snake dancing to a theremin a little breeze startles my skin I look through the windows where the people are in they talk, laugh and gesticulate it';s like watching a play we're always giving it all away transparent info going where the wind blows and trying not to pay I'm bouncing down the street Little children are living in another world holding your hand, eyes on their brainstems one foot out and one foot in how strange to be alive soaking it all in they don't know what they're supposed to do but that's good and you don't know too Maybe you don't need to know let your skeleton do the talking and shake it like a snake dancing to a theremin drum machines and tangerines, just wearing the clothes in no need for make-up, dress-up just fess-up and let go our skeletons know We're bouncing down the street I see distrust and not a lot of love eyes averted, blue-grey clouds stuck up above we bounce like ghosts all over the town not touching the ground sometimes it doesn't matter what I think they need the real you, they need the real me shadows stick to feet look how the light makes their faces glow moving like sunflower metronomes I want to shake the skeleton inside me shake it like a snake dancing to a theremin, drum machines and tangerines just wearing the clothes you're in no need for make-up, dress-up just fess-up and let go our skeletons know I'm bouncing down the street

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released September 10, 2021

All songs by David Beckley
Sydney Day was the vocalist for Like a Deserted Town
all other instruments by David Beckley
Thank you Jon Wright!

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