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Escape Your Brain
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We’re sitting on the bleachers
And we’re soaring through space
Looking over all the
fields where we used to play
Cause my body is here right next to you
But my head’s in another dimension
Later at 7/11
The shelves are stretching outta control
Everyone’s staring bullets
Man I’m pretty sure they know
We don’t gotta tell ‘em what’s inside
It’s burning straight through our eyes
I’m just trying to erase my brain
I’m just trying to escape my brain
And turn it off
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They searched our pockets when we hit the gates
I traded tallboys for a walk of shame
35 degrees in April
Snow on the diamond and we’re playing baseball
It’s apocalyptic in the bleachers Coors Field the Mets lost what else is new?
We hit the Matchbox digital jukebox
Dead Meadow jams nobody cared but us
You said Denver’s like a ghost town
Seems like a nice place but where the hell is everyone?
Landlocked, marooned, no-coast island
Far away from everything “yeah that’s why I like it”
Stuck on the edge of the rest of our lives
Waiting for summer, we’re frozen in time
Rip your sleeves off and fry
In the white-hot spring break ice
4/20 show at the Mouth House
I’m referencing places that don’t exist now
And the power went out
So we sang extra loud
85 days until the All-Star Break
Caught in a heat wave and stuck in last place
There’s no escape
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It was one of those mega-mall theaters
We were bored and just killing time
You said you’d seen it before
But in the Colorado corn, our vegetation will erase your mind
(Let it melt away)
Set your brain to advanced decay
(I just wanna fa-ade)
into a vacant state
If you’re trying to escape your fate
I know a couple fun ways we could distract each other
Tune it out, roll the windows down, yeah we can drown it all out
In the feel good hit of the summer
We watched him ripping through the heart of the wasteland
It kinda looked just like the Western Slope
And in the heavy Denver heat with all the smoke on the peaks
I swear it looked just like Fury Road
But we’re still burning fuel all summer
Top-down Cruisin’ USA
If the future seems bleak like it does on the screen
that’s a problem for another day
(Wash it all away)
We’re sipping processed wheat from the fruited plains
With some ice-cold cans from our fruited plains
(I just wanna ta-aste)
Those liquid waves of grain
If you’re trying to escape your fate
I know a couple fun ways we could distract each other
Tune it out, roll the windows down, yeah we can drown it all out
In the feel good hit of the summer
And when the season changes
We’ll deal with the heavy stuff
Make time for contemplation
Yeah at least until the summer comes
Cause from the rotting motels of Seaside Heights
To the sick smoggy sprawl of L.A.
We’re sucking gasoline, cheap beer and dying dreams
In the endless pursuit of escape
But stuck here in the backseat
With the wind blowing through our hair
I still don’t know where we’re going
but I’m running out of reasons to care
Set free, unleashed!
Sunburnt and wasted in the summer heat
We were well-meaning kids chasing modest dreams to take flight in our fantasy machine, a 95 GMC, subtract the third row of seats, block out reality. but it crept in quietly, as we boomeranged from sea to rising sea on a tour of debauchery that started so harmlessly but is now an exercise in mental mastery, a Front Range escape into a larger state of denial and distaste. and when it all goes up in flames, we’ll ask ourselves, was it all worth the price to pay? save the answer for judgment day
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