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In California
03:00
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Was born back East
Was rectified in peace
By way of old D.C. and Onondaga
But I struck out
Descended into doubt
I'm rolling on Highway 40 to California
Was weaned in state
Made camp in Silverlake
The bullets well, they're still flying and they warned ya
Now I'm alone
A mattress and phone
A traveler aground in California
Pioneers could not abide
They'd find a field and colonize
Try to defend, then grow, then slide in green
It's not what I've seen
I'll take my bride
I'll take her for a ride
We'll walk among the pine that Spain had loaned ya
Breathe in the sea
Breathe opportunity
Anxiety unsleeved in California
Pioneers could not abide
They'd find a field and colonize
Try to defend, then grow, then slide in green
It's not what I've seen
Was born back East
In Capitol D.C.
Was sanctified, humidity had warmed up
I'll take no rest
Keep hoping for the best
An outpost and some wine in California
A touch of the divine in California
Ignore the warning signs in California
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Dreaming In Humidity
02:54
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I was dreaming in humidity, you were sitting right up next to me
Nothing sad, nothing ever wondered
I was living in another state, you was thinking I could navigate
What we held, would we hold it under?
You were never alone, far from me - you knew me too well
Fearing the great unknown, I would die, for the day, for the number
I was never gonna let you down, tired of seeing you get talked around
Don't be mad, duck behind the thunder
You were never alone - far from me, you knew me too well
Fear and crumble and flown, never seen, all reason withheld
Stumble around on my own, never free, relieving farewell
Nights asleep and unknown, I would die, for a day, we're going under...
I was dreaming in humidity…
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pretty ballerina in her new swimsuit
pretty ballerina and she's looking so cute
Oh no here comes Fern, destroyer of worlds.
pretty ballerina in her new pink dress
understated smile cause she knows we're impressed
Oh no here comes Fern, destroyer of worlds!
even though i read her stories our nights are beyond end
i know it's almost midnight, but I can't combine our medicine
pretty ballerina in her new nightgown
an animal at sea with her submersible aground
Oh no here comes Fern, destroyer of worlds!
even though i read her stories our nights are without end
i know it's almost morning, authorities couldn't apprehend...again...
pretty ballerina in her new swimsuit
pretty ballerina and she's looking so cute
Oh no here comes Fern, destroyer of worlds!
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J.P. Cregan Los Angeles, California
J.P. achieved early fame as a child dynamite fisherman, competing in televised "Blow Ups" on Virginia Beach Public Access TV. Then he was a latch-key kid. As a teen, he lived in Arlington, VA, where he ran for his life from packs of untamed, extremely caucasian upper-middle class Straight Edge kids. John escaped to L.A. to go the film school founded by the Executive Producer of Howard the Duck. ... more
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