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Blown Out
02:50
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When it started out I saw your face in
Diuretic won't forget it
When it started out I saw your face
I saw your face, I saw your face
Sitting outside at the end of spring
Everyone out there has everything
Everyone out there has everything
Everyone out there has everything
Everyone out there has everything
Everyone out there has everything
I guess it's time for a new idea
Something bigger than my body to get me out of here
Somewhere where the sidewalks are more than where the pretty women walk
Pretty women walk in the sun
They do that for themselves and for everyone
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I'm gonna be the greatest poet the world has ever seen
Women will faint when they see my face on a magazine
Something hidden beneath my despair
Will dodge the bullets everywhere
Shooting at me, well they'll miss their mark
All the clothes I wear are dark
And all my words will blow their minds infinitely
Well, I'm gonna be the biggest star on the movie screen
All the other movie stars will be jealous of me
Not because they want my hair
Or naked women everywhere
Naked women is only a part
Of my expert plan to break their hearts
All my words will blow their minds infinitely
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New York
02:42
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It all fell away
Some old shiny day
Percolating ideas in the summer sun
Girls in t-shirts run
On city sidewalks, run
To their deaths and their mothers
It's a bad idea
To come out in here
It's hot and it's humid
If you're looking for some fun
Talk to anyone
They'll say "fuck off, forever"
If you got a good idea
Take it out of here
Take it somewhere where the people like to listen
If you got any money
Give me all your money
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Manhattan
02:54
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Tried to think of something to sing, but there was nothing left to say
Words have nothing to do with singing anyway
Now I'll try to go to sleep and dream of something true
Manhattan, I hate you
Manhattan, I hate you
I used to dream of everything I could find on your streetcorner
Now I dream of getting out of you once and for good
Everybody likes to say that you're what dreams are made of
You like to kill them, too
You like to kill them, too
Manhattan, I hate you
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The Lost Shores Brooklyn, New York
The musical project surrounding the songs of Richard Aufrichtig.
"lo-fi
troubadour" - Time Out New York
“Fitting snuggly within a loosely defined set of
epic-minded solo troubadours” – The Deli
Magazine
“...the[re is a] radiating sense of inclusion
unique to his performance and
uncharacteristic of the generally cliquey
indie/folksy scene that Brooklyn is known
for.” – YAM Magazine
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