[Intro] [distorted electric guitar riff with slides] [drums enter with steady backbeat] [Main Theme] [syncopated guitar riff continues] [electric bass enters, doubling the guitar line] [rhythm guitar enters with palm-muted chords] [Bridge] [guitar soloing with blues-scale licks] [crash cymbal accents] [Intro] [Male Speaker 1]: [Verse 1] I found a marble in my coat Blue like a gulp of summer rain Rolled across my kitchen floor Like it knew my name My phone was buzzing on the table My socks were split at the heel I watched it flash under the fridge And laughed at how it made me feel [Pre-Chorus] Small thing Big shine Turns my whole day On a dime [Chorus] Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles One little spark And I’m back in the start Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles I drop one down And the whole room sings out [Verse 2] At the corner store, the clerk just smiled Said, “You got treasure in your palm” I bought a lemon candy ring And walked out calm A kid on the sidewalk chased a ball His shoes untied, his grin too wide He pointed at the one green stone And held it like a prize [Pre-Chorus] Small thing Big shine Turns my whole day On a dime [Chorus] Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles One little spark And I’m back in the start Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles I drop one down And the whole room sings out [Bridge] Maybe joy is just this small A thumb-sized sun in a paper bag You keep it safe until the gray Then let it make you glad [Final Chorus] Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles One little spark And I’m back in the start Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles I drop one down And the whole room sings out Pocket full of marbles Pocket full of marbles Keep one close Let the rest roll out [Intro] [distorted electric guitar riff, driving drum beat] [walking bass enters with shuffle drums] [spoken baritone vocals] misscalamity What if Miss Cal and Me move to Marfa with a recipe for Texas Chilli • name it Giant Calamity Jett Chili by Mr and Mrs Doug Meet Calamity and dog marfa and learn to tango And buy some roller skates What if I wear that scarf ahh use it when I save you Maybe no better angle maybe it's too lately meet me at … yeah station Or do I have to go to you My polittle soulmate is achein’ What do I have to do to go to you ate NOLA yakisoba in a big D little B-bar Tearing down Lover’s Lane All the way to Lois Lane In my best friend's car out all night Runnin' from the law Comeback save me Don't forget the dogs [Verse 1] [raspy male vocals] Oh yeah! Out of the city [guitar slide] I'm looking, I'm looking, I'm looking [snare roll] [Chorus] [full band intensity] How it's going, out on the road How it's going, out on the road [guitar solo fill] Better keep your back straight [Bridge] [bass-driven groove] It's a long way to go, my lord It's a long way in the hot, out of the city [cymbal crash] [distorted guitar power chords] Out of the city [feedback swell] [clean electric guitar performing rapid staccato runs and chromatic licks] I karaoke’d with a southern belle Who caught me stealin’ on a boat Soapy from a grand hotel I was out all day yesterday got what you want Can’t get your hands dirty comeback and save me If you’ll do me dirty again Please have the time What if we fly to Austin And get an apartment Do an escape room with old friends And paint the hallway red What if I was a has-been And you never paid our rent Maybe this is how it ends And maybe we've made our bed Can you meet me at the bus station Or do I have to go to you My poor little mind is aching What do I have to do [Chorus] ¡Study Ayuda! calamity calma or Flash Flashbacks Flashy or Greaser Greasy r orange or Irreverent or Swaggering Swag or … Trashiest Trashy or Triumphantly Triumph over Tried and failed or Springs Springlike or All Allows All Air or Brighter Light or Brightest Brighter or Children’s Books or Child-like books or liked books or Efferv Efferve Efforts or Hymnal books Hymnal -like it NOLA yakisoba in a big d Dallas little b bar Tore down Lover’s leg of geography In mystery care I wasn’t outside all night Wearing rhinestones and Tony Lamas Custom stitched by Manuel for President Obama Don’t worry I got you Champ If Roy Rogers got these Rollin’ Stones To kick shit with What ya think Dale be rocking Snug in … Saddle riding English or Regular Spoiler alert There’s a trigger warning That’s somewhat equine All you gotta do is close your peepers And hop back in … saddle with me Runnin on empty Like Randy Quaid And that cray cray common law squatter terrorizing these Marfan’s like little green Martians It’s a ghosttown down here Ain’t no hand outs or souvenir shop kicking back dodging bed and breakfast’s non reciprocally You may be eccentric in Hollywood but ya bout to see … front end of a rail in South Texas Ya got two choices ICE Agents and Steven Miller Or whatever Sheriff over t'Valentine g
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