*The only what can be defined as a "sentence" I am going to say about this song is that, it is dedicated to the most inspirational and important person in my life - my brother Jack.
Rollin' away like a pair of roller skates - he's leaving just like that
Down a steep drop - it's unexpected
They don't belong to a pair of feet stop - it feels directionless and uncontrollable
Like I care if - I'm in denial that it's happening
I chew the skins of a mango away - a part of my conscience feels very vulnerable
Indians were always good at using everything - I give him all of my love
Dreading tomorrow's monday moments - he sleeps too much
Taking back Sunday's lame atonements - religion's a hypocrisy where we live
Alone in the dark - that's where we've been…
It's not uncommon - …alot
Breathing incense eating noodles with ramen - characterizes us in one fell swoop
Too lazy to place apostrophes between - he's not into academic restriction
The accented consonants and concepts unseen - he likes reading between Life's lines
Alone in the dark I catch jars of fire flies - I dream about spending some time with him
Like a buttered neon glow stick you are my - he loves french fries
Killer fry - ever seen the show futurama? Yeah. He's the epitome of Fry, and he's killer
Can I get you with a side of soda - that and orange juice is all he drinks
Tell me honestly can you make me die from addiction to those sodium eyes - they're pretty
Cut the blood right out of my skin - a sort of emo music lover reference
Don't strike too hard my defense is paper thin - It feels like a smack in the face when he packs a bag
Like a leech you're spiteful I cannot win - that's Nature's way
But I'll sit and laugh with you over a bottle of gin - last hurrahs of a nostalgic relationship
Rollin' away like a pair of roller skates down a steep drop,
they don't belong to a pair of feet (stop),
like I care if I chew the skins of a mango away.
The Indians were always good at using everything, everything.
Dreading tomorrow's monday moments,
Taking back Sunday's lame atonements.
Alone in the dark, it's not uncommon,
breathing incense eating noodles with ramen.
Too lazy to place apostrophes between.
The accented consonants and concepts unseen.
Alone in the dark I catch jars of fireflies.
Like a butter neon glow stick you are my-
Killer Fry, can I get you with a side of soda?
Tell me honestly can you make me die from
addiction to those sodium eyes?
Cut the blood right out of my skin don't
strike too hard my defense is paper thin.
Like a leech you're spiteful I cannot win,
but I'll sit and laugh with you over a bottle of gin my
Killer Fry, my Killer Fry.
released July 22, 2012
Julia Egan- lyrics, vocals, guitar
Kirk Pearson- mandolin
Nathaniel Sabat- bass