PODCAST
Trash Trash Trash
by Trash Trash Trash
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0iMC3jntDJEH7JeEB2GGah?si=XVVRQHbqRxyBk15lbp5h3Qspicy mike doesn’t exist. He’s fiction. A dish for you to consume. spicy mike is the product of many people, designed to look like the effortless and odorless shit of one man. He’s a pill that cures the guilt you get when the neighborhood homeless man asks you for spare change and you say no. spicy mike sings lo-fi folk songs so you can show your friends how interesting and woke you are. You don't want to think too hard. But you'd like to think you've got good taste. You ARE your tastes, and you've got a taste for music that sounds like nothing else out there. You want to feel like you're making a difference, like you're a part of something bigger than yourself, something real. spicy mike just wants Bob Dylan to hear his album.You’re reading his “bio,” a desperate pitch to get you to listen to his music. You might already be listening to his music, music he made; but why did he make it? God only knows.
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oh god it hurts!
Oh baby I’ve figured it out A pretty girl is like a rainbow trout A rainbow trout is like a chandelier Hey pretty girl won’t you come over here Oh baby I don’t know why You fill my dreams with apple pie And apple pie makes my eyes blink slow Cmon don’t make me the last to know Oh baby I’ve figured it out Nothin makes sense when you’re down and out Down and out is when there’s no more beer Hey pretty girl won’t you come over here
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it sounds good to say! sure does!
*whistles*
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Listen Up!
oh you crazy people all you gotta do is listen to me i'll tell you the things that you need to know if you just let me count to three oh you crazy people with your heads so tangled up in blue i know you got a lot of things going on but just wait and listen to what i have to tell you oh i swear once you hear these words you're not gonna know what hit you baby this aint like nothing you hear on the radio station i got lots of advice and it all has to do with my own life i got lots of advice and it all has to do with me
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feel my feelings go
jimi sings little wing take what you came for i won't say it's ok take what you came for lazy hope burn-free rope feel my feelings go sword play stays knight all day says the round table
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The Sun Feels So Warm
ain't you all so proud for silencing the loud or can't you hear the sound of laughter and tears? the border jails still hold people young and old the body cam's still show state-sanctioned death but they've legalized your weed and ended quarantine so you're happy as can be oh the sun feels so warm (x2) i'm a lotus on a leaf and they're laughing as we sleep but it's getting time to feed oh won't you wake up my friends
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oh no
she was scared she was scared he knew where she'd be I told her that I'd stay by her side, oh no she just hid her eyes told me she was fine, oh no hands between her thighs and murder on her mind took her somewhere safe gave her my vape, oh no then I went to find the guy, i knew where he'd find, found it in time to bust the door open wide there was no one there it was more than I could bear, oh no she was always right hands between her thighs
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i have no words
i have no words by Trash Trash Trash
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I Close My Eyes And Whistle
I Close My Eyes And Whistle by Trash Trash Trash
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Don't Forget His Name
Sometimes in the dustiest of dust-filled barrooms You’ll find a man so broken and so drunk You won’t know outright whether to believe his story You won’t know whether to laugh or to judge Me I met such a man yesterday He had just been fired from being a cop I was sipping my beer when he stumbled over next to me He put his arm around me and told me “don’t get up” He told me he was only doing his duty He did what he had been trained to do He told me he was only following orders He told me I’d been raised to kill the bad guys too Just when I had heard enough of his drunk rambling His voice it cracked and his eyes they did shine He dropped his head onto the sticky table And sobbed upon it quite a long long time I slapped him on the back, said “pull yourself together” He nodded and said “there’s just one thing I gotta know” He said “my life is over, there’s not a living soul who don’t hate me” He got real small and said “where the hell am I supposed to go?” I told him “sorry, but I don’t have the answer I’m a person who the crueler fates avoid There is a man who knows, find him and he’ll tell you the answer Don’t forget his name, it’s George, George Floyd”
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live wire
It’s not a real live wire Forest of weeds Tall as a tree Driven by green gasoline Trash caught in reeds Damned the creek Now do you see what i mean? It’s not a real live wire So this is free Forced to be me Born back unceasingly Over the sea Time leave me be Now do you see what i mean? It’s not a real live wire
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Once I Get My Shit Together
check out the tumblin' wheels on spotify
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Pop Song #4
look up lost in traffic on bandcamp
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You Who Looks Different
You Who Looks Different by Trash Trash Trash
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A Big Fuck You To Hans Zimmer
A Big Fuck You To Hans Zimmer by Trash Trash Trash
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I Don't Need It
I Don't Need It by Trash Trash Trash
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The Worst Friend I Ever Had
You are the worst friend I ever had All your stories are a drag And you never pass the bag You are the worst friend I ever had You never reply to texts Unless it’s to your ex You are the worst friend I ever had All you ever do is whine We gotta work for your good time You are the worst friend I ever had But I’ll be damned if you’re not my friend
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stranger days
#SCxiamOTHER So good with strangers So good alone The only danger Is getting too close I don’t want you to be there You let on too much Bout who I really am, dear And like that my stranger days are done Don't think I hate you You just know me too well And you expect so little Why you’re still here I can’t tell I don’t want you to be there You let on too much Bout who I really am dear And like that my stranger days are done When I’m called into business To do what must be done If somebody starts shooting I must be free to run I don’t want you to be there You let on too much Bout who I really am dear And like that my stranger days are done
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rest easy
I see you wandering a quiet lamplit street Tired and bleedy-eyed You're looking round the days that won't let you sleep That keep you drained all through the night These sorrows you collect are stones Weigh heavy on your bones Soldier mama, lay down your weary head Let me put your daily tragedies to bed Yesterday may keep its grudges But today we can rest easy Every nook and cranny of this town is a canvas on which you paint your woes And you wear your mistakes like a thorny crown because you think you don't deserve to let them go You don't have to walk alone I love you and your trials are my own Soldier mama let me take from you this cup Its filled with what you’ve lost and what you’ve given up Yesterday may keep its grudges But today we can rest easy Soldier mama lay down your weary head Let me put your daily tragedies to bed Yesterday may keep its grudges But today we can rest easy
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Lion's Den
I don't know who's in charge But I know it's not me So I will walk the earth Doomed to measure worth Doomed to what I see And I feel like I'm in the lion's den With a man who needs me to balance his books And the lions are giving him hungry looks But they don't know I'm here yet
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Time Doesn't Matter
Time Doesn't Matter by Trash Trash Trash
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It's Not About Driving Somewhere
It’s not about driving somewhere It’s about driving It’s about driving I used to be ebola, now i’m air I used to be ebola I used to be ebola You take me to the thoughtless black bear He tells me I’m bogus He tells me I’m bogus
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Governors And Kings, Let Down Your Walls! !!
I make my living in a bomb factory, Is this my country’s only industry? There’s private prisons just as well All you’ve left me is myself to sell And if I sell my body for sex that's wrong? You’d prefer I used it for building bombs I don’t even know who I’m talking to But whoever you are I will challenge your rule You told me the devil was cast from god For daring to question the rule of law But I question your story and i cast out myself From under the yolk of your legal theft It’s not out of pride and it’s not out of greed I’m acting on morals you placed in me You’ve lost your own way, yet expect me to heel As I’m left to think while you do as you feel The reasons are different, results the same Capitalism is but a name Communism, a picture show China bought America long ago Someday I’ll quit and default on my bills, even if I don't, there are others who will Does that mean I shouldn’t or does that mean I should? Do I have the faith required for brotherhood? Governors and kings, let down your walls! Everything you build will one day fall except for the child dressed in black; the joker was born in a drone attack The violence you cast on forgotten soil becomes the plantation where your kids will toil. The food that grows there will come up spoiled; the babies will be baptized in motor oil Governors and kings, let down your walls! Everything you build will one day fall except for the child dressed in black; the joker was born in a drone attack
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yee haw
yee haw by Trash Trash Trash
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X Æ A - 12
whoops, got something in my eye guess it's time to die
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For The Work They Do
I heard a lady cry out "dragon's shouldn't exist!" then this other lady shouted, she was super pissed "He worked hard to be a dragon! Surely it was earned. A job well done pays off my dear or did you never learn?" Then the first lady, a single mom working two jobs, she crumbled to her knees, and with a broken sob said "yes, of course," between her tears, "I do believe it's true! A person should be compensated for the work they do!"
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Bodega Run
Bodega Run Man on a bodega run finishes his pack of cigarettes Before he gets back home, goes back to the bodega instead Will I ever get back to my home It's been a week since I left my home Bodega runnnnn, Bodega runnnnn Maybe the government can help me Maybe my mom can save me But I won't know 'cause I gotta go Bodega runnnnn He's getting kinda worried Thinking of his dog alone and sad Is he coming home soon Or did he just become his dad I always thought that that was just a line I think I've got to go back one more time Bodega runnnnnn ***side two is a cover of Long Black Veil by The Band (also covered by Dave Matthews Johnny Cash Joan Baez etc.)***
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Long Black Veil
Bodega Run Man on a bodega run finishes his pack of cigarettes Before he gets back home, goes back to the bodega instead Will I ever get back to my home It's been a week since I left my home Bodega runnnnn, Bodega runnnnn Maybe the government can help me Maybe my mom can save me But I won't know 'cause I gotta go Bodega runnnnn He's getting kinda worried Thinking of his dog alone and sad Is he coming home soon Or did he just become his dad I always thought that that was just a line I think I've got to go back one more time Bodega runnnnnn ***side two is a cover of Long Black Veil by The Band (also covered by Dave Matthews Johnny Cash Joan Baez etc.)***
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In Grass The Wind Waves Through
I’ve been a heartless son Fate is a dog I can’t outrun Chasing me into endless truth Hidden in grass the wind waves through So I put on my leash Into the grass i’m laid to sleep Eaten by dragonflies and ants Stung by the mushroom root’s advance Stung by my loss; metal to rust to dust Dust to a star, a heart to guide the grass
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The Dragon Named Jeff
Gold coins wait in a dragon’s cave Hidden in the Amazon forest Townsfolk pray for the gold you’d take If you only had a way to slay The dragon with Jeff for a name Despite all your fears, you drink a few beers And travel the Amazon forest You face certain death, but Jeff up and left Unguarded the world’s greatest riches Suck it bitches! Look close at the gold, behold Nothing more than glittering plastic Nothing more than glittering plastic Nothing more than glittering plastic You swallow your fears, with some help from the beer And travel the Amazon forest Bring back what you found, but folks in the town Believe not a word that you say Laugh in your face Call your father a disgrace
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Five Forty One
Jesus, look at her legs Shit, was that traffic light red? I'm on my way back home but I'm better off dead than in my head Jesus, I don't know what to do I know I've gotta keep moving but I don't know where I'm moving to I shouldn't go back home feeling so blue Jesus, what do I do They told us we could be heroes But time ticked on till it ticked out, man, where did the time go? We'd rather tell ourselves that we've always known Than admit we smoked our life to the butt of a big joke I'm on my way back home but I'm better off dead than in my head
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Has There Really Been A Change?
Has There Really Been A Change? by Trash Trash Trash
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Franklin Avenue Station
Franklin Avenue Station by Trash Trash Trash
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It'll Be Alright, Alright, Alright
It'll Be Alright, Alright, Alright by Trash Trash Trash
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The Gun They Left Behind
The Gun They Left Behind by Trash Trash Trash
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Maybe I'm To Blame
Maybe I'm To Blame by Trash Trash Trash
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I Have Seen The Bloodshed
I Have Seen The Bloodshed by Trash Trash Trash
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A Necklace I Found
A Necklace I Found by Trash Trash Trash
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Andy
Andy by Trash Trash Trash
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Domino Clementine
Domino Clementine by Trash Trash Trash
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500 Lovers
500 Lovers by Trash Trash Trash
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Kill Your Ego
Kill Your Ego by Trash Trash Trash
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Song To Bobby
Song To Bobby by Trash Trash Trash
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a gift
a gift by Trash Trash Trash
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life is hard (i will survive)
life is hard (i will survive) by Trash Trash Trash
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Exxxxzastly
Exxxxzastly by Trash Trash Trash
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Begging for Streams
Begging for Streams by Trash Trash Trash
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itsjustafuckingtrack
itsjustafuckingtrack by Trash Trash Trash
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I got the BLUES v2
I got the BLUES v2 by Trash Trash Trash
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John
John by Trash Trash Trash
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What Am I?
What Am I? by Trash Trash Trash
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ABOUT THIS SHOW
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0iMC3jntDJEH7JeEB2GGah?si=XVVRQHbqRxyBk15lbp5h3Qspicy mike doesn’t exist. He’s fiction. A dish for you to consume. spicy mike is the product of many people, designed to look like the effortless and odorless shit of one man. He’s a pill that cures the guilt you get when the neighborhood homeless man asks you for spare change and you say no. spicy mike sings lo-fi folk songs so you can show your friends how interesting and woke you are. You don't want to think too hard. But you'd like to think you've got good taste. You ARE your tastes, and you've got a taste for music that sounds like nothing else out there. You want to feel like you're making a difference, like you're a part of something bigger than yourself, something real. spicy mike just wants Bob Dylan to hear his album.You’re reading his “bio,” a desperate pitch to get you to listen to his music. You might already be listening to his music, music he made; but why did he make it? God only knows.
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