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• Artiste: Justin Farren
• Titre: Let's Ride Bikes
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Lately I've been trying to write every night. Nothing cool comes out, just a bunch of boring stuff about how life is good. There's cookies in the cupboard, beers in the fridge, some mugs in the freezer to pour them in. And I love my girl and she thinks I'm alright. We built this little house and I sleep good at night. And my truck passed smog. I've been trying to jog; some times that works out other times I just drive to the bakery. And in the past when the skies have been so clear and calm I've looked inside to find the hidden storm and traded how it feels for all of the information. You'd be surprised at how my cynical mind can spin the look and sound of my life's headlines. I've made cinnamon rolls into fruitless hesitation. So I guess I should just smile, at my neighbor's dog and fall asleep on the garage floor with my headphones on. And I can see from where I stand its not really in my hands its more on my feet to take me wherever I'm supposed to be. And I'm sure that in the not too distant I'll be tangled in familiar webs. Uncertainties and past missteps will rise to meet me. Doubtful clouds will shroud grand designs, and self-consciousness will blur the line between happiness and things I'm told I should be doing. But for now my dearest friend, let's ride bikes.