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Life on the Fault Line
03:11
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Half of LA will be high
when the big one hits
When the big one hits
And we’ll either be
Traumatized
For our entire lives
Or we won’t remember a thing
In which case we’ll be fine
Rebuild the houses
for everyone this time
That’s just life on the faultline
I guess that’s just life on the faultline
Maybe we can start a cult
And live in Fuller domes in the desert
Maybe we can build a boat
And sail the seven seas
forever
Maybe we can build a boat
And sail the seven seas forever
LA is home
It’s got a lot of problems
But it tastes like home
Tacos and fancy ramen
Half of LA will be high
when the big one hits
When the big one hits
And we’ll either be traumatized
For our entire lives
Or we won’t remember a thing
In which case we’ll be fine
Rebuild the houses
for everyone this time
That’s just life on the faultline
I guess that’s just life on the faultline
Things that I tell myself
Just to get through the day
Things that I tell myself
Just so I feel okay
Things that I tell myself
Just to get through the day
Before the floor falls out beneath me
Before the floor falls out
Things that I tell myself
Just to get through the day
Things that I tell myself
Just so I feel okay
Half of LA will be high
when the big one hits
When the big one hits
And we’ll either be Traumatized
For our entire lives
Or we won’t remember a thing
In which case we’ll be fine
rebuild the houses
for everyone this time
That’s just life on the faultline
I guess that’s just life
Half of LA will be high
When the big one hits
When the big one hits
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2. |
Nowhere Left to Run
03:41
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2019 was the year
Mother Nature called our bluff
She said "The rate of human death 'round here
is not nearly enough
You should've ended fossil fuels
and replanted all the trees
because now you can't go anywhere
in your Hummer SUV
You should've chosen better leaders
or at least just tried to stop them
when they said 'The only thing holding us back
is a sense of moderation'"
Now the spin rooms have gone silent
There's no spinning what is done
in convention center morgues
with hordes in shrouds from Amazon dot com
We're the grandchildren of Egypt
on the couch binge-watching Netflix
While the lonely die in hospitals and prisons and park benches
I am keeping track of days
by how often I have to shave my underarms
and I hear car alarms echo from city streets I dare not go
But the rain
came down
in LA
April Showers
People idled in their vehicles
Smoking weed eating nonperishables
with the windshield wipers on
humbly greeted the gray of the dawn
When Mother Nature waves her wand
she sends down on us a curse
it's like Flu 1918 except I read that one was worse
but don't get too optimistic
lest you end up a statistic
Just to keep things in perspective
I read it's like two 9-11s in New York
At the fork
In the road
Another chapter of our history comes to a tragic close
All the fish drown in the water
All the rest drown in their lungs
You can go out on the balcony
But there's nowhere left to run
But the rain
came down
in LA
April Showers
People idled in their vehicles
Smoking weed eating petrochemicals
with the windshield wipers on
humbly greeted the gray of the dawn
All I know is your hand is still wrapped around mine
and my existential side cries "So what? We all die"
I know we'll all soon be together
singing songs in sunny weather
taking in the air that's better than it has been in forever
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3. |
Criminals
02:45
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All my good years
Slipping away
Just like today
All of my days
Sliding away
Like a criminal down the alleyway
All of my years
Wasted with you
Not wasted at all
All my good years
Slipping away
Just like today
All of my days
Sliding away
Just like Bonnie and Clyde
Making their getaway
All of my years
Wasted with you
Not wasted at all
All of my years
Wasted with you
Not wasted at all
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I’m tired of my excuses
Just like everyone around me
And I really wanna do this
But I feel like I am flailing, man
Leave my faith in my good friends
Cover it up with a talented band
I’m sorry I’m bad at everything
Everything
It’s not that I am tired
I’m just feeling so self conscious
And I wish that I were better
But this is not performance, man
Open wounds in open hands
Open chords and a talented band
I’m sorry I’m bad at everything
Everything
Leave my faith in my good friends
Such a shame such a talented band
I’m sorry I’m bad at everything, everything
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Jangus Kangus Los Angeles, California
Jangus Kangus (fka Sankaran) is Los Angeles-based songwriter-producer Jasmine Sankaran. With roots in britpop, punk, and surf rock, her music infuses experimental DIY ethos into melody driven pop tunes. See also: uiux.bandcamp.com
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