Dots & Dashes by Doomtree
[Dessa] I'm on a vision quest at the Best Western the best-dressed wreck in the hotel lounge found out that the message in the bottle's the booze that my braid is a fuse but I've get shit left to do so So keep waiting So just be patient I'm not sure how or when or from whom but I got this funny feeling I'm in for big news Took a walk to cool off, come down to collect clues Sky rests on the overpass cracks the foundation passersbys' faces they don't look like mine to me though I've been told that we're related that we've got the same fear of death the same basic debts the same that we're branded with a secret in a language we can't read on the courting spirals of a coupled double helix. Panic in a phone booth love in a parked car broken bottles like corpses of the fallen stars and valets are the only ones that in modern America remember how to run.
[Hook] It goes Delta Epsilon Sigma Sigma Alpha Is there anyone there?
[Dessa] Distress message comin from the city kids I read it in the smoke signals from their filtered cigarettes it's all boredom and bitterness at the Ritalin pill that does a legitimate business makin kids keep still.
[P.O.S] Yeah but still ain't motionless Test the restless hands for shakes and see the flutter when the patience breaks I keep time With the crickets in 4/4 and gangster lean sirens in 3 the trouble speaks beats.
[Dessa] Double dutch sounds a bit like dots and dashes I sit for a minute tryna understand the pattern But that's not morse code man Y'all just double-handed.
[P.O.S] Trouble landin' tricks so roll fuck it whatever gets your blood up Rip that sidewalk sounding like a click track cut up Wind speaks to wall makes the frame creek Ghost in the house wakes the baby
It goes All day, all day, keep it movin' all day Come on Is there anyone there? All day, all day, keep it movin' all day Is there anyone there?
[Chorus]
[P.O.S] Never better Thick skin, thin sweater spinnin' grins at a dirt whistle wetter Flirt this'll get her hurt this'll sever worth stop pop lock the fuck out Duck ain't got a buck like the luck's out (dang) Who makes a living giving plasma? Nickle-thin kids spilling smoke up out the asthma Anyway who paves the way when you can save your slave and make a dollar out your veins He times it by the weeks Patterns for the sheep sleepwalking to the beat Keep talking to the loose leaf Silence to the creeps violence from the beef teach tryna find a new leaf Science of a time defined by climb up and recline Speech Fine whatever Ain't nothing but a rumble in that belly but your starving's what you'll tell her Me? Oh I'll be on the corner eating nothing a la mode staring at the stoplights trying to break the code. Love in a phone booth panic in a parked car static in a signal scars a communique All day in every which with sitcom wit handle the sitch hit the switch
It goes All day, all day, keep it movin' all day Come on Is there anyone there? All day, all day, keep it movin' all day Is there anyone there?
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