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pet peeves [day 1]
01:42
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Don’t talk to me
About TV I haven’t seen and we both know I won’t watch
And don’t say
Imma letchu go
When you’re the one
Whos gotta leave
Don’t walk to fast
or too slow
when you’re next to me
and we’re on a walk
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two, five, ten [day 2]
02:52
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I’ll close all the tabs
Pick the clothes up off the floor
Stretch my legs them fresh direct and then maybe stretch some more
From a shivasina
I take stock of the room
Things you handle everyday sometimes seem new
Are you playing the long game? The long game.
Are you mapping out your 2, 5, 10 year?
Are you playing the long game? The long game.
Are you holding out for something in 10 years?
I'm not playing the long game? The long game.
I've got nothing on my 2, 5, 10 year?
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secondhand high [day 3]
03:12
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Tip toes to see the stage, never been out past nine
You put me on your shoulders lit a bowl and I plugged my nose
When I got home I google can you get secondhand high
How’s your sister how’s the magazine?
Do you still swallow all your apple seeds?
Do you ever even think of me? Did you stomach grow an apple tree?
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If you stick around, pull out the couch
I’ll make you coffee in the morning and the best damn scramble you ever had
No pressure though, you’re probably exhausted from the show
I’ll play you my new EP
It still needs some mastering
But it’s kinda like the stuff we used to fuck with freshman year
Nothing on your level though
But enough about me
Tell me all about tour
Tell me all about the girls
Tell me all about spain
Tell me all about working with McCartney in LA
Tell me all about your world
Is it everything it seems
Tell me when you’re on the road do you ever think of me?
I’m tryna stay level headed but I’ve been meaning to ask you
And you know how I get carried away
And I’m really glad that you came through
But...
How’d you write ‘Eliza’?
It always reminds me
Of the chorus on the demo that we wrote together sophomore year
No no Im tryna, suggest anything at all
But you must know what I mean though?
It’s probably not intentional
But if you wanted you could add me to the liner notes
Or I could open for the Europe shows?
Or something? Is that stupid? I don’t know…
Tell me all about the girls
Tell me all about Saigon
Tell me all about how you’re getting famous with my songs
Tell me bout the limousines
Tell me all the good tea
Tell me tell me how it feels to live the life we used to dream
I’m tryna stay level headed but I’ve been meaning to ask you
And you know how I get carried away
And I’m really glad that you came through
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eliza [day 5]
03:20
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She wears corduroy in places you’ve never seen, I’d you know what I mean
Calls me potato boy, for god knows what reason, but I can’t complain, I guess that’s my name
She can pull off a bandanna, whips my ass at bananagrams even though I sometimes cheat
And please don’t get sick of me
Cuz I don’t get sick of
And please don’t get sick of me
Cuz I don’t get sick of
You are eggs on toast, a bend to touch my toes, a stovetop medium roast in the morning
You are central air, a barely runny yolk, you are shampoo’d hair on my shoulder
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midtown karaoke [day 6]
03:19
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There are sparrows, hiding from the rain, they turn a tupelo into a jukebox
When we try to do the same, it’s midtown karaoke, its a GameStop
Even when the wells runs dry, I’ll water you
Even when it’s mad max out there
Even when the bees all die and we’re overdo
I’ll get honey for ya
Even when the wells runs dry, I’ll water you
Even if I gotta steal it from somewhere
Even if I gotta close my eyes so I don’t know
Bout everybody else that’s burning
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one too many [day 7]
05:04
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Drunk at your wedding
They peacock and I hide
Is that a white horse
Drunk at your wedding
They peacock and I hide
Yup, that’s a white horse
Haven’t shown face in a while, though you’ve tried
We once we joined our names
into a gmail account
Now its unclaimed
one more forgotten slice
of the cloud
We don’t have to talk about it but its not whatever
I have CVS receipts old enough to have a drink
you already know, I don’t let go of things
But I don’t feel my shoulders tighten anymore
When you walk down
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Fourth five minutes on the exercise bike
Pump up playlist or this American life
Then, shower, shave, eggs on toast, wake the kids, hug my wife, medium roast, I’m off
Columns and rows for the rest of the day, lunch in the break room, with Sarah from HR, she says:
she still dances on the weekends, but I don’t believe her
I don’t play guitar anymore, that’s the way things are but I’m glad to hear your do
I am the kid who ate the apple seeds, used to carry a piece, shows six nights a week, god,
what a time to be a live, terminal five, bright eyes as the opener
Not sure what you think that I’m supposed to be, I hope you didn’t start smoking weed because of me,
and no, I didn’t grow an apple tree, obviously
I don’t play guitar anymore, that’s the way things are but I’m glad to hear you still do
I know we don’t talk anymore, that’s just the way things are, but I think about you too
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rapid test [day 10]
04:21
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I worked a nine to five for ten days on vacation, plus overtime chasin’ sound
Dress code: A pink pullover and flea market sweats, maybe I’m obsessed maybe I’m a clown
Why do I, why do I what I do when I’ve got time? I’ve got no plans got no two, ten five.
Let’s go, it’s a rapid test, I’m fucking mess, its Everest maybe I’m depressed maybe I’m better than I’ve ever been
Is it cuz I can’t sit still with thoughts when I’m alone
I don’t know
What do I feel like I have to prove and to who?
Is it cuz I’m addicted to love from my phone, I don’t know
Why am I so suspicious of myself, maybe they’re just songs
Stretch my legs and fresh direct and hunt for a sound, it’s 10am and I’m boundless
Sunset at 4pm and the area crashes down, cuz I fucking hate and love everything I make
Let’s go, it’s a rapid test, maybe I’m depressed maybe I’m better than I’ve ever been
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Jack Broza New York, New York
BK // guitarist/producer/
songwriter
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