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Cake - EP

by Mamma's Boy

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1.
It's okay, it's alright we're the corner in your fight When you're down, we're around with our numbers written down Just a call, and a cry no more shame to occupy Just a day, at a time no more wandering divide Make it end, the pretend with our memories to defend All the ghosts, in the back merely shadows of a past Do you remember when I said it was alright And you shouted back no nothing ever is You scramble clench-fist and cry, it's so insensitive How could this happen at all, we couldn't plan for this Can your friends pack your bag, just put whatever in I know I just broke the news but I've got adrenaline How else could I go and drive from home to Jersey and Not even let myself cry, am I insensitive I'm looking back on it now, the way we turned it around We barely spoke on the ride, what's there to say then When the world's black and white and simply fading Just let the radio hum its soothing playlist Let it break all the silence and the shame in You ran as fast as you could into your mom's arms Like a love to a fault that you could fall on We all collapsed on the floor and sort of sank in I swore it'd all be alright and I wasn't faking it I'm looking back on it now, the way we turned it around Making changes and using tools for progress Guess it's all that we have the rest is nonsense Not erasing the memories or the conscious Simply peeling our scars and growing new skin
2.
You were at a truck stop somewhere in Minnesota You were feeling lonely You were feeling helpless So you said can I bum one Went right back to smoking Eleven days of progress are now barely a notion It's funny how we think straight if only for a moment I guess that's just our best selves I guess that's just what hope is I learned that lesson backwards running barefoot in the backwoods I thought I'd find you one day those years are now my enemy May all your days be sunny south Florida I hope your lawn chair blues are all you can afford to Commiserate, with all your friends how its all the same shit again I guess that's just your ghost now, somewhere under the palm trees A pair of khaki shorts and your affinity for cool breeze You'd probably have your glasses off maybe even have your chair back I prayed you'd have your eyes closed I prayed you'd finally relax May all your days be sunny south Florida I hope your lawn chair blues are all you can afford to Commiserate, with all your friends how its all the same shit again
3.
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Sitting simple as a C chord I could smell you from the kitchen You become a generation just like your uncle goin' fishing I'm happy hangin' in the background cause it's your mom that you been missing I'm full and fattened like a rain cloud So I just sit back here and listen Quietly shift on the couch careful not to Invade precious space or the sounds left behind that Old brazen young boy from your house I'm appreciating not settling down Right where I met you in the same house I got to know you doing dishes And every summer going back there (we learn) A thing or two about tradition What's a life on Earth without that Without something to be missing Like after dinner in an arm chair With coffee brewing in the kitchen I would sit and watch TV with you through the whole apocalypse We could sit and wait, and reminisce til the world decides to quit We could phone a friend, or ask your dad for his endless movie list We could watch the world just waste away knowing we got the best of it You're sitting sleepy in the front seat And I could tell that you been dreaming The way you're rolling to your right side And the rate in which you're breathing With New York City in the background Our morning rested in the speakers We became a generation You know that certain kind of feeling
4.
There's a type of certain people that I've come to know, live on as funeral friends at most All the mixed up, mediocre, interactions under unfortunate circumstances is that what we're after The days left temporary under a siege of black suit and ties that amber backlight sits sad in your eyes You tempered my emotions seemed to keep them from exploding But where were you, where were you last year You're just funeral friends, no one's means to end You're just funeral friends, at best The days go on compounding family friends and confounding over tears you made that clear Either out cold or arrested and the rest just sit at home there with their fears I heard you offer your help but I think you need some for yourself before I see you at the next funeral home You're just funeral friends, no one's means to end You're just funeral friends, at best You lost your car, you need your space A job's a job, but here's your face Telling me, that I'm so dear But you made it clear, you made it so clear You're just funeral friends, no one's means to end You're just funeral friends, at best

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released August 13, 2019

Guitar/Vocals: Justin Bellucci
Drums/Vocals: Charlie Champion
Piano/Vocals: Helene Brunæs
Bass/Synth: Keith Rutland
Guitar: Benji Sprecher
Trumpet: Zubin Hensler

Engineered @ 48 Honey Hill by Justin & Keith
Mixing @ Studio 44 by Zubin Hensler
Mastering @ JLM by Joe Lambert

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