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How Summer Flies

by Painter Fingers

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It was the summer of Caffè Americano Playing blue-eyed soul on my baby's piano The kiddie pool Keeps us cool It only goes up to our ankles But it still feels good Beach Boys singing on my portal speaker Wouldn't it be nice, still thinking that Fifty-five years later Everyone still waving their guns Do you ever wonder What we're still waiting for All our deeply-held beliefs They aren't doing much for me When I'm burying my family I just want to live my life And write songs about good times But I keep coming back To what's haunting me It's haunting me Oh, family Is it haunting you, too Then what do we do We love our coffee and We love our phones But even the world's best army can't Stop the war at home Sitting around While some other clown Talks about his rights on cable news And all our deeply-held beliefs They aren't doing much for me When this violence keeps on happening I just want to live my life And write songs about good times But I keep coming back To what's haunting me It's haunting me Oh, family Is it haunting you, too Then what do we do We love our coffee and We love our phones But even the world's best army can't Stop the war at home
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Waking up in the early morning Is how some like it best Start the day before the sun does But after a few hundred times or so I think I'd prefer to rest Don't want to do just what everyone does Waiting to make something happen Wandering all of the time Keep driving and see if the next one Can make sense of this rhyme Waking up in the mid-late morning Is how I like it best We've got it all wrong with this Go, go, go, and get on with the show And the stress The world has so much to take in I want to be alive for it But there are fools around every corner And I need the strength to deal with it Waiting to make something happen Squandering all of your time In search of another paycheck To put a price on your life Waiting to see something happen Wandering all of the time Keep driving and see if the next one Can make sense of this rhyme I want to be myself I want to be free A handful of people With everything I want to be myself I want to be free But a handful of people Control everything (Keep driving) I want to be myself I want to be free (Keep driving) A handful of people With everything (Keep driving) I want to be myself I want to be free (Keep driving) But a handful of people Control everything Waking up in the early morning Some like it that way Waking up in the afternoon Always felt like a waste of a day Always felt like a waste of a day Always felt like a waste of a day Waiting to make something happen Wandering all of the time Keep driving and see if the next one Can make sense of this rhyme Waking up in the afternoon Always felt like a waste of a day
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I Only Laugh 04:41
I only laugh to keep from crying We only live to keep from dying Good morning Go straight to first period Don't stand around Don't wait to see your friends Then we wonder why They are so rebellious And to think it gets much worse Than this I can't teach them about civil war If we can't discuss the reason We can't talk about mass shootings If we are not allowed I only laugh to keep from crying We only live to keep from dying Meanwhile, Mom's at home With deep dementia The news is causing mass hysteria Then I have to smile And talk up some bright future Well I can't stand and tell A bold-faced lie About how my country Has always been The good guy I only laugh to keep from crying We only live to keep from dying We can't act surprised at violence We can't act surprised at all With all these years and years Of evidence We can't count the deaths Of children If we are not allowed To blame the gun I only laugh to keep from crying We only live to keep from dying
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So many movies I keep on the shelf I'm not watching them Feels like they're watching me As I sit here and search The extent of myself For some meaning I can't seem to see No one wants to hear from a guy With a basically good life And that's kind of sad It's all Frozen, Beauty And the Beast, the same four songs But it makes her happy Playstation five Counts up the hours I've given To watching me die Fighting for days Work like a slave And just for some Occasional triumph And I know that it's just about Everyone's plight, but I just thought I might be something special High school report cards I gave my whole youth for Where are they now Somewhere in a landfill Somewhere Somewhere Somewhere And I'd kill for One more Christmas break Or day at the lake We set aside real life One holiday at a time I'm not here to bitch About all I've been given It's quite nice In my daughter's eyes It's all Minnie Mouse And dinosaur songs on repeat But it makes her happy Beauty And the Beast The same four songs But it makes her happy
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Daddy, could you tie up this umbrella Let me tell you about something That's been weighing on my mind She will grow up, grow up watching And hearing all of this I want to give her a good life And teach her to be kind Despite all the tragedies We witness Careful what you say Some of those things You seem to hate at first Can become the very ones You adore Some of those fights You make out to be nothing Could be Could be someone's daily war Daddy, could you open this up for me Daddy, could you tell me what's on TV One nation under selfish One nation under righteousness One nation under politics One nation under the rich Careful what you say Some of those words You think are no big deal Are like weapons To the ones across the room Some of those fights They say aren't worth the trouble Could mean everything to you Could mean everything to you Could mean everything to you Daddy, could you tie up this umbrella Could you read me that story one more time One nation under our bosses One nation under Mickey Mouse One nation under books and crosses One nation under the house Some of those things You seem to hate at first Can become the very ones You adore Some of those fights You make out to be nothing Could be someone's daily war Could be Could be someone's daily war Could be Could be someone's daily war Careful what you say Some of those words You think are no big deal Are like weapons To the ones right next to you
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When I want to complain Saying my, my, how summer flies Think about how fast it went For the ones who didn't make it out alive Down at the store As soon as Easter ended The endcaps were amended They had up all the summer shit And the day after The Fourth of July I'm seeing back-to-school supplies What the fuck is this But among all the bright colors And American flags It seems they forgot A few key things Bullet-proof vests and body armor Were missing When I want to complain Saying my, my, how summer flies Think about how fast it went For the ones who didn't make it out alive My, my, how summer flies So when I blink and August comes in Like the nosy neighbor Who won't leave until He gets what he wants And it's up again each morning At five-thirty I'll pray to anything that's holy Today won't be the one That my school won't be the school That makes tomorrow's news Cause we're shot up By some right-wing insurrectionist And his semi-automatic Prized possessions For every time the sun comes up A few won't live to see it set When I want to complain Saying my, my, how summer flies I'll think about how fast It must have been For the ones who didn't make it out alive My, my, how summer flies I know you swear by these documents Though they were written when The government owned slaves I only ask, what to you is more important Your right to own A killing machine Or your brother's right to breathe Breathe When I want to complain Saying my, my, how summer flies Think about how fast it went For the ones who didn't make it The ones who couldn't be here The ones who Didn't make it out Alive My, my, how summer flies How quickly it all went by My, my, how summer flies How quickly it all went by So fast
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released September 16, 2022

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Painter Fingers Leander, Texas

Dream folk, indie pop, soft rock

The Truth Is a Hurricane arrives August 25th

Painter Fingers is the recording project of Travis Charles Hagan, a songwriter and middle school teacher from Texas.
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