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I'd been building Rome all day, renaming good neighborhoods
I was just another banjo picking for a fight
Then you kicked my heartbreak out, wearing strawberries at night
Yes, I couldn’t stop climbing castle walls to be near
You swept me up and took to laying my fortunes in their rows
I got set my sights on the one nearest your hand
Packing my bags up tight
Leaving jetsam at the curb behind
Forward late-knowers the good news
I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
That’s right, I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
Now we’re measuring the moon, every corner to the inch
Got to make some space appear on these resistant shelves
Break the biscuit bank, hurray. Only big fancy will do
Yeah, we’re third coast elitists making our dreams out loud
You sweep me up and wash it down with gravy laying low
I got my eyes on the prize to put your hand
Packing my bags up tight
Leaving jetsam at the curb behind
Forward late-knowers the good news
I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
Packing my bags up tight
Leaving jetsam at the curb behind
Forward late-knowers the good news
I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
Packing my bags up tight
Leaving jetsam at the curb behind
Forward late-knowers the good news
I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
That’s right, I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
Ah yeah, I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
Come on, I’m moving up to Sugar Hill
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Perfect Portrait
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Make me always notice what’s in front and abound
Sure that wishes are horses, look ‘em all of them in the mouth
Get a place to excite us, and Seattle on down
March our calendars, on forward, to a good night
I’ve got a portrait of your lips in my right eye
Perched into view and born anew each every time
I run my sights around the florid frame preside
Delicate, rapturous, and all in line
Take some time to remember what we have with ourselves
Commandeer a horizon, ain’t for nobody else
I’ll be your danger dolphin, you’re my retro mod queen
Stir it together, just the cure to keep it right
I’ve got a portrait of your lips in my right eye
Perched into view and born anew each every time
I run my sights around the florid frame preside
Delicate, rapturous, and all in line
I’ve been looking at your portrait, baby
Perched out there in front of my eye
An immaculate spotlight coming down over you in my mind
If I could, I’d take it from my eye and put it in a golden frame
Hang it prominently over the mantle with the rose coupe glasses and that fancy chip 'n dip
Like a moth I’d get drawn over
Closer, closer, over and over and closer again
It’s perfect, baby. it’s perfect, baby
Perfect portrait got me wound up, ah yeah!
Make me always notice
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Yaupon Houston, Texas
Yaupon (Yo-Pawn) is a Houston band that initially bonded over a mutual love of the Laurel Canyon sound. This five-piece outfit incorporates textures of modern indie rock, groovy pop, and 90s college alternative into their performances.
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