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Los Angeles Guitar Dream EP

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by Spanish Prisoners

 
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Kiss the Lawn Goodbye 03:03
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Los Angeles Guitar Dream 04:08
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Ask Isaac Asimov 02:38
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released 20 April 2009
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Track Name: Kiss the Lawn Goodbye
Kiss the Lawn Goodbye
Petunias and the garden gnome
Leaving for the city with your money

The paper trail has all been covered up!
All evidence into the sea
They won’t know what hit ‘em till we are gone

Amen Oh oh oh!

Cut to 8 years later
Our names now changed
In bowling league on Wednesdays we’re regulars

The rhythms of balls and pins
A never-ending argument
When suddenly we are surrounded, how could this be?

Amen Oh oh oh!
(How could this be?)
Amen Oh oh oh!
Track Name: Los Angeles Guitar Dream
She put a cigarette in the tip jar
But she, she never phones home
Acid blue smoke rising
His temper gone broke
Los Angeles Guitar Dream was a hoax.

And the streets are sighing, something classic in their eyes
They knowingly disguise
And the city is a waltzing, slow dance with the moon
That once made here swoon

And she used to leave him breathless
Always, always wanting more
But now its her breathing that has quickened
Running, running for the door

And the streets are sighing, something classic in their eyes
They knowingly disguise
And the city is a waltzing, slow dance with the moon
That once made here swoon
Track Name: Ask Isaac Asimov
My nerves transposed into working waterways,
canals of purpose and wholesome lethargy
Black-skirted platelets with a framed glossary
hang in the window of a Ukranian puppy

It’s truer than most cellular phone dissertations, it’s truer than most
Ask Isaac Asimov
Steady lunar burn that shines!

And we’re just one piece of an infinite puzzle God started as a kid
And then lost track of…

The hesitation seed is planted in thirteen holy triplets who laugh simultaneously
And they mistook karma for cosmic vengeance in their rickety red-headed clumsiness

It’s truer than most cellular phone dissertations, it’s truer than most
Ask Isaac Asimov
Steady lunar burn that shines!

And we’re just one piece of an infinite puzzle God started as a kid
And then lost track of after getting a new bike.