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Let's Go

by Teeth People

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(instrumental)
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Trying to find a French entrance before the break of day Scoffed out of school for quoting Jean Genet But you’re off to go and play with Papa Hemingway anyway You’re chided at your home You’re hiding all alone That homophobe on the phone’s a dick— He can lickity spit on my snow cone like a sick kid “This restlessness is really eating me… Why can’t I take a boy to breakfast? We’d make a grand French entrance!” They say "No!" I say "Yeah" Fiending for a French exit before you’re 28 You think that dying young is cool Young lion, that’s so passé I think you’ll be a brick at 205 You’ll be kicking, whether dead or alive They’ll build a statue or a temple one day To commemorate your win at the tollbooth rodeo “This restlessness is really eating me… Why can’t I take a boy to breakfast? We’d make a grand French entrance!” “This restlessness is really eating me…. Why can’t I take a guy to breakfast And make my French entrance?” They say, "No!" I say "Yeah"
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She’s her own female That’s why I like her I like her a lot She don’t know that she’s her own female She’s her own female and she don’t know That’s why I like her a lot I caught a cab to the café to play the charming young man That’s when she told me: “Tie me up and cuff me to the window. You know how I like the riptide... You know I like to ride a wave so slowly as the ocean patrol be rolling by...” Dirty Girl! I’m on the run—got to get in and get out You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it I doubt it a lot Dirty dirty girl, You know that I’m on the run You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it Plus, poetry is dead I’ve got to find something to get into… Dirty Girl! I’m on the run—got to get in and get out You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it I doubt it a lot Dirty dirty girl, You know that I’m on the run You say you won’t be much fun tonight, but I doubt it Plus, poetry is dead I’ve got to find something to get into… “It’s the little things,” you said, those little things that keep me out your bed... But why can’t I play the hero to make you mine again? Do you remember when I used to think of you as my other half? Then you went and called me your “summer lover” I really used to think of you as my other half, until you went and called me your summer lover “It’s the little things,” you said, those little things that keep me out your bed... You keep calling me a zero But I don’t mind, my friend Won’t call you mine again I used to think of you as my other half Then you went and called me your summer lover I really used to think of you as my other half, until you went and called me your summer lover Poetry is dead, my friend I’ve got to find something to get into...
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I don’t wanna work no more I’d rather kick it on the corner I’d rather sit on the corner near the grocery store I don’t wanna work any harder For a hard earned penny I’d rather steal plenty from the grocery store I’m so tired of being young And feeling done That’s no fun I think I’m gonna do it now Annie ate my piggy bank but I still saved A shovel for the digging of my Greenwood grave Wyatt, don’t keep quiet—there’s a story to tell About the empty seat in heaven and the glory in hello I don’t wanna live no more Unless I’m living my way I’d rather lie on the highway than write your lore I don’t wanna work any harder For a hard earned penny I’d rather eat confetti than be a bore I’m so tired of being young And feeling done That’s no fun I think I'm gonna do it now Annie ate my piggy bank but I still saved A shovel for the digging of my Greenwood grave Freedom don’t mislead ‘em from my story to tell: The empty seat in heaven, the glory in hello! Annie ate my piggy bank but I still saved A shovel for the digging of my Greenwood grave Diesel take your easel, make a picture to sell Illegally from Kevin, the glory in hello
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Smash the televisions Smash them all to smithereens Nothing kills ambition like tuning out reality Smash the televisions Educate the youth Make them all smarter than you Make them aware of the truth There's nothing but liars and liars on your TV Lying on your couch Bulldog on your rug Eyes wide open in an empty mug Open up a book, read a couple pages Get to the third one, get frustrated You're picking up your clicker You're information's quicker Wait for the punch line Wait for the kicker Look whose back from Louisville, yielding me a slug! Here to kick your rug and your mug in, Then smash the liars and liars on your TV screen! Smash the televisions Smash them all to smithereens Nothing kills ambition like tuning out reality Smash the televisions Educate the youth Make them all smarter than you Make them aware of the truth
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The Jimbira is an instrument created by Alex Freedom. It takes inspiration from both the Zimbabwean mbira and the teachings of drum sage Jim Doble, whom Freedom and Wyatt Bertz visited in September 2015.

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released November 13, 2015

Music by Teeth People
Words by Colin Keane
Produced by Wyatt Bertz

Thank you Andy Eckstein and Z Force

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