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He was a famous trumpet out Chicago way
Had this famous style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really got him down because he couldn't jam
The captain seemed to understand
Because the next day he went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays the reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was a famous trumpet out Chicago way
He this famous style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He died in the army now, playing his reveille
He was the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
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Somewhere outside DC
Radio dares to breach
Silence and awkwardness
We can both still exist
tied up in silly string
Our Neon wounds, need to bleed
I Promise I cannot stay
I Promised I’d go away
Out on the road, on a
plane made of gold
I’ll go Fight the good fight
I’ll go crash land mid flight
Pulled on my bungee cord
yanked on your infantry
All tied up by your ecstasy
I pulled away from yellow teeth
Rationalize with me,
Soon we will be in harmony
I’ll be in the back lines
And I won't have to fight
Build the American Dream
Out of this family and see
This is only temporary
Trumpet SOLO
I can see you burn alive
every time I close my eyes
pulled away from yellowed teeth
Drafted to die in the east
Tied up in silly string
Our neon wounds need to bleed
I have to go fight
I have to go make this right
build the American dream
Out of this family
I’ll be in the back lines
I won't even have to fight
Tears fall like atom bombs
On poor lonely little girls
I won't be around much
For the next coming months
I won't be around much
And i'll be in the back lines
And i won't even have to fight
I promise I won't have to fight
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Fort Tambourine
02:38
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Oh fort tambourine
I am a child of a modern age
Born of a lineage hallow and vain
someone unimportant to me
said fight for his country
Forest of buildings Cities of trees
Rankings and flags
Heard the neighbors kid is a fag
But On fort tambourine
The soldiers never sleep
On fort tambourine
The soldiers never sleep
We are sending far the world
To fight for the battles this nation conquered
Based on a squabble destined to fail
I hope there's not many of you that bail
From fort tambourine
On fort tambourine
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Intermission: Flight 289
00:37
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Uranium Eyes
04:16
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I flew out of the city that night and I dreamed of your eyes
Fluorescent lights in the corners of my mind,
When I landed the next day, in the dessert of gray
The letters you wrote got me through the day
Never knew what I would say If i were to reply
Hear the gunshots ring like snares in my ears
Musty knapsack, still covered in the tears
Like the back of that van we used to rent
Remember the van we used to rent
never thought I was up for this
I don't think im up for this
Still don't think im up to this
You remember that holiday
We spent the whole evening in your room
Wrapped up eachothers limbs
Hiding in your room
Now I beg that every day I could just feel the same
Watching flamethrowers torching the corpses of another bad day
I wanna run out of the city tonight, when i dream of your eyes
Fluorescent lights in the corners of my mind
I don't think I’m up for this
I don’t think I’m up for this
Shooting bullets of uranium into a communist
Shooting bullets of uranium into a methodist
Shooting bullets of uranium into whoever disagrees for today
I looked out in the city of night and I saw in yours eyes
That I dream of you like this a thousand times
I looked out for the city tonight, and I saw your eyes
Beckon me to the sky like a goddess of night
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Love and Bombshells
02:48
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I can’t play this game
And so I’ll go
I can’t play this game
I’m sick of this war
And I’ll walk home
So I’ll walk alone
And so I’ll run on my own
I’ll go back home
I’m running back to you
I feel your love / I feel the bombshells
I feel your love
I feel the bombshells
I feel your love
I feel the bombshells
Kill me
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Good morning dearly beloved
Can you hear the bells are ringing
Good morning, good evening
You promised you'd be home this evening
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish that you wouldn't miss us
I wish you could spend a day on your own
We wish you another afterparty
Wasted on a couple partly
Fighting over jealousy spawned from childish inquisition
Though your shattered into pieces
Like vases, I lost the bases for
they put their name on sacred places
So they won’t forget your faces
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish that you wouldn't miss us
We wish you could spend a day on your own
We wish you another afterparty
Wasted on a couple partly
Fighting over something that they never deserved
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish that you wouldn't miss us
We wish you could spend one day on your own
We wish you a merry christmas
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SummerSnowStorm Canton, New York
My Name is Jasper, i make music in my bedroom.
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