About "Thunder Thighs" album:
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"Thunder Thighs" by Kimya Dawson, which was released in 2011 and consists of 6 songs.
All I Could Do
I had a show a few weeks ago
It's getting harder and harder to sing
And it is hard to focus on my guitar
Playing when inside a baby is kicking
At first I was sad and scared
Cause this is all I know how to do
Then John and Peter played standing up
Sometimes something will change and that change
Will change you.
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you.
You were starched and press, they were all disheveled.
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and
They said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level.
We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the world.
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense.
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make
Money, feel spent.
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Day after day after day after day after day."
Solid And Strong
Mama, it is raining leaves,
It's snowing leaves,
They're falling down,
I love the way she says that and,
I love this part of town.
I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees,
October on the west side reminds me to fall back east,
'Cept I don't feel like falling for,
The feeling that I've gotta fall,
I feel like standing tall,
Where better to go with a two-year-old who gets cabin fever when it's
Or you could just chill out, no whistles and bells, and read everything by
... ,..., and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles
You could be a wizard
I could be a muggle
I can't stand the way you make me feel
Time to let you go so I can heal
Fuck you sugar,
Fuck you weed,
Fuck you process foods that buy my mind and steal my health from me
Fuck you alcohol, Fuck you caffeine and fuck you nicotine
Somewhere the bombing all has stopped
And people begin to sit and talk
And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes
Cuz there's nothing left to buy or sell
Or kill or die for anymore
We're living inside eternal moments that we've searched all our lives
There's nobody living by the clock
And every door is left unlocked
Cuz property died all alone and capitalism lost it's home
There's plenty of fresh air here in town
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