Rosie's Disposition
from Battered Receptions by Julian Fulton
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lyrics
Constant, yet stealthy are the waves of insecurity
That, like a snake, coil around Rosie's last sense of purity
It's absurd, obscure, obscene, or somewhere in between
But true virtue resides within the lies you tell yourself to sleep at night
When it's dawn, her ageless alarm clock croons
With the battered receptions of old rock 'n' roll tunes
The kind her dad used to play before the day mom walked in on him
With the receptionist he started a new family with in Florida
That Halloween, if Rosie could remember
Grabbing a boy and drinking herself into November
Trying to find salvation, and pretending she'd found some
In the bottom of a bottle of rum she stole from her mother's emergency stash
Would she take it all back?
Or is small-town suburbia so uneventful that
You have to cling onto everything that ever could have been real
What better way to feel than every way and every how?
The time is now, the now is here
The here is you, and we're all here, too
And we're all insane to deny our pain
And embrace a place where no one will change
Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]
Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]
Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city [x2]
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]
Your disposition is to fly away, so why you tryna stay? (Why you tryna stay?)
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
That, like a snake, coil around Rosie's last sense of purity
It's absurd, obscure, obscene, or somewhere in between
But true virtue resides within the lies you tell yourself to sleep at night
When it's dawn, her ageless alarm clock croons
With the battered receptions of old rock 'n' roll tunes
The kind her dad used to play before the day mom walked in on him
With the receptionist he started a new family with in Florida
That Halloween, if Rosie could remember
Grabbing a boy and drinking herself into November
Trying to find salvation, and pretending she'd found some
In the bottom of a bottle of rum she stole from her mother's emergency stash
Would she take it all back?
Or is small-town suburbia so uneventful that
You have to cling onto everything that ever could have been real
What better way to feel than every way and every how?
The time is now, the now is here
The here is you, and we're all here, too
And we're all insane to deny our pain
And embrace a place where no one will change
Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]
Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]
Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city [x2]
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]
Your disposition is to fly away, so why you tryna stay? (Why you tryna stay?)
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
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from Battered Receptions,
released May 12, 2017
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