1. |
Carry It
01:45
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I can feel it
I know it's coming
Shes going to ask me
What I have been avoiding
Shes going to ask me to carry
Something
Doesn't she know my arms are weak?
Fine: I'll fuckin carry it
But get the hell off my table
Hey yo
You need some discipline
The fuckin state you're in
Is unstable
Im starting to sweat , and I haven't even picked it up yet, how can this happen to me
So before you forget
Remember that you are in my debt
Cuz my services are not free
Fine: I'll fuckin carry it
But get the hell off my table
Hey yo
You need some discipline
The fuckin state you're in
Is unstable
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2. |
Popping
01:20
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The kernals in my head continue to pop
But the product of thought is usually not much
Its this kind of progression that Ill never feel
The good kernels have moved beyond touch
They pop about love and they pop about death
they pop about any good times that are left
They pop about jesus they pop about jews
they pop for sunsets, they pop for you
They pop, for you.......
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The Hairless Bares Chilliwack, British Columbia
The Hairless Bares, reside deep in the depths of the Fraser Valley. Blending pure grassroots punk, with melodic emotional ballads, may not sound like the perfect match, but as you can plainly see, well... hear rather, it is.
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