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Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
The hotcha girls at the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks.
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
The clipper ship across your chest.
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the Polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves,
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone.
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
Time blends light, paint's all peeling, wait outside, take four rights.
The hotcha girls in the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
The engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits.
The mail came from miles away, the postal man is always late,
And we wait and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big ol' mouth,
The government workers all headed south while it rained.
Glassy eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep
It waits, and it waits, to awake.
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
The hotcha girls at the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks.
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
The clipper ship across your chest.
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the Polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves,
You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
And then get left alone.
Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
And don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
Time blends light, paint's all peeling, wait outside, take four rights.
The hotcha girls in the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
The engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits.
The mail came from miles away, the postal man is always late,
And we wait and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big ol' mouth,
The government workers all headed south while it rained.
Glassy eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep
It waits, and it waits, to awake.
Lyrics submitted by ShootTheMessenger
Track duration: 04:59
"Hotcha Girls" as written by Isaac Brock
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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i'm only 19 and yet i'm living in my past. what a waste.
(:
as other people said, this is quite possibly the best song in the entire world.
and see what happens..
haha issac fucks with my mind
As for the hotcha girls, tempting as it is to say that they're women to be lusted after, the term dimestore keets (i.e. parakeets) seems to belittle the appearance of said women, and makes them sound more homely. The part about ponies in the cul de sac seems both a direct reference to an old, miniature carousel ride as well as these homely hotcha girls that are society's rejects, poor girls prostituting themselves to scratch out a living. The only attractive "trick" they know to get customers is a "wink for the truckstop boys."
As for the teethmarks on the barrel of the gun, instead of suicide, I see it as fighting tooth and nail for life, meeting the opposition (old age, etc.) head on as their potential demise is jammed in their mouths, but refusing to give in and fighting past it.
The government workers...something about their big mouths that they'll normally shoot off at anybody, but they've got em shut this time, either because they're withholding something important from someone, or because they just fucked some shit up and aren't going to reveal it.
Orth from Holopaw loves that clippership reference, he uses it in some Holopaw tracks. And can I just say that all the guys in this project and their respective bands (MM, Califone, Holopaw, Sin Ropas, Rex, etc.) are fuckin genius. Isaac, and the other guys, but Isaac especially is a crazy musical poet with the spirit of Steinbeck in him. His ravings, especially the drunken ones, are as funny as his lyrics are witty and stuffed full of dazzling dry humor.