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Rosie
03:38
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Rosie was at home
Baking cookies in the sun
A bun in the oven
But there’s a hole in Arizona
Rock n’ rolled Oklahoma
Grey ladies need you
Rosie, Uncle Sam’s on the phone
He’s sayin’, your time has come
Rosie, trade in your apron
Squeeze that rivet gun
Dancing in gingham
Chairman’s singing
Some Enchanted Evening
Go dump that highball
Snuff out the menthol
Hold the tuna cassero-o-ole
Rosie, Uncle Sam’s on the phone
He’s sayin’, your time has come
Rosie, trade in your apron
Squeeze that rivet gun
We can do it
Shakin’ bakin’
Bombers makin’
B-17’s
Rolling off the line
We did it
It’s our time
Wonder women
Flying
By ‘44 not normal
To operate a drill
Back home to your mixer
Housewife drudgery
Fuck Barbie, Fuck Me
Feminist porn party
Third, fourth wave
Equal pay, don’t say gay
ERA di-vor-cées
Grabbin’ pussy Riot grrrl
Gender, Tumblr rape culture
Whisper Roe V Wade’s over
Rosie, Uncle Sam’s on the phone
He’s sayin’, your time has come
Rosie, trade in your apron
Squeeze that rivet gun
Rosie! Your time has come
Rosie! Your time has come
Rosie!
Squeeze that rivet gun
Rosie!
Rosie!
Rosie! Our time
Where has it gone?
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I saw a wind vane
In the shape of a grim face
Pointing forward
To an oasis
Familiar to me now
Damning somehow
Gone in an instant
My other life evaporates
I was sleeping until the wave came
Dreaming about what might have been
Sleeping until the wave came
Cold sea arresting me to say
Come back before you slip away
Come back before you slip away
I saw a lighthouse’
Weary beam bending down
Nobly from a bluff
Its cause overdrawn
False light dooming me
All who can see
Stirring it’s gone
Left to shine on
I was sleeping until the wave came
Dreaming about what might have been
Sleeping until the wave came
Cold sea arresting me to say
Come back before you slip away
Come back before you slip away
I saw an ice block
Shimmering in scotch
Old man’s head in hands
Squeezing tear drops
His brain diseased
Longing for release
My penance to watch
Suddenly it stops
I was sleeping until the wave came
Dreaming about what might have been
Sleeping until the wave came
Cold sea arresting me to say
Come back before you slip away
Come back before you slip away
I saw a rusted mine
Washed up by the tide
Unruptured live relic
Raging inside
Go on it taunts
Blow us beyond the dawn
Grabbing its horns
In a flash we’re reborn
I was sleeping until the wave came
Dreaming about what might have been
Sleeping until the wave came
Cold sea arresting me to say
I was sleeping until the wave came
Quicksands of time tasting brine
Sleeping until the wave came
Smelling salts seeing all-of-it rewind
I was sleeping until the wave came
Rushing water waking my senses
Sleeping until the wave came
Absolution from a different life’s sentence
Absolution from a different life’s sentence
Absolution from a different life’s sentence
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Dashing Lines
03:31
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Pinch of salt
Dollop of raw milk
Finger of scotch
Droppin’ vitamins
Fish oil, Riboflavin
Pumpin’ Botox
Age more slower
Bigger boner
Caffeinate cancer
Staplin’ guts
Implantin’ butts
Wine’s the answer
Drivin’ to hell and back
Dish-dashing, smashing
Red-lining, one-timing
Lappin’ life, talkin’ smack
Red, red wine
A fine time
To un-quarantine
THC gummies
CBD smoothies
Vapin’ nicotine
Ingest, inhale
Injectin’ under
Hangin’ toenail
Shoot the boot
Crash, salute
Refusin’ to bail
Drivin’ to hell and back
Dish-dashing, smashing
Red-lining, one-timing
Lappin’ life, talkin’ smack
Sippin’, trippin’
Wanderin’ ‘round
Leavin’ tracks
Reddish knees
Grey-green disease
Ain’t comin’ back
Flippin’ crypto
Parlayin’ bankroll
Wettin’ bed spreads
N-F-T’s
Memes to squeeze
Sleep when I’m dead
Drivin’ to hell and back
Dashing lines, crashing
Wonderin’ why it feels
Like I won’t be comin’ back
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Rivet Gun New York, New York
Rivet Gun was born from the off-off-Broadway musical "Negative Space", canceled on opening night 2020 due to COVID19. The band are Broadway pit and session players hand-picked to back power-voiced front woman Wilma Rivets. True urban gourmets, Rivet Gun adds modern flavor to the counter-culture lyricism of Jim Morrison and Bob Dylan, served on a bed of snarly guitar licks and fleshy organ swirls. ... more
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