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jonathan something - sunday, july 26 lyrics

an indian man with a bright orange hat
fixes his brim ’cause it must have gone flat
and his yellow vest seems to flow flawlessly large
as he’s met by a dwarf whom i guess is in charge
’cause he tells him quit foolin’ around and get back to his job
which consisted of moving a broom back and forth on the train station floor
as a girl with a sparkly shirt and a gimp in her step
faked a laugh that sounded more like a sob

a korean boy dances in place on the tracks
on top of a warning that says to stand back
and i’m guessing he probably plays ddr
from his moves, yeah, it’s safe to -ssume he’s a star
where he comes from, we get on the train and draw samurai swords
i watch for a while, then he gets lost in thinking of ideas
and sooner or later i start to get bored

i watch a plump girl eat a meal in her seat
it looks like weird chicken or some foreign meat
and the walls are all lined with a fake wood-grain mess
she catches me staring, my eyes hit the deck
and i can’t help but smile as it all just reminds me of home
the wood grain, that is, not the weird chicken girl
who is currently sideways and talking real soft on the phone

a black fellow struts, one pant leg rolled up
right off the train to the bed of his truck
and a middle-aged white woman watches him leave
i bet she’s a racist but looks can deceive
hey, maybe she’s just got a thing for black men with afros
but if i were to judge by the look on her face
she’ll most likely get home and tell her husband david or richard or harry
she came within inches of being -ssaulted
’cause that’s just the way that it goes

the woman across from me looks like a peac-ck
she wears a blue shawl, purple shoes, and a tank-top
she must have at least fifteen rings on each finger
yeah, it’s easily fifteen i’d say, and it figures
she’s reading a paperback novel, i can’t read the name
i wish that i could, but i’m guessing, don’t quote me here
that it’s got something to do with a honky young male in his thirties
who sweeps up a girl whose small life is just spinning in circles on end
with no loss or no gain
because they’re all just the same

i get off the train at the providence station
the korean boy p-sses me looking impatient
the weird chicken girl stares me down with a grin
i wonder if my life has yet to begin
and i feel like the girl in the novel i just synthesized
minus the honky young male in his thirties, i’ve got no love story
i just feel like each day starts and ends boring
i wake up and walk through the motions each morning
and p-ss through the day, ’till i end up just closing my eyes

yes, minus the honky young male in his thirties
i’ve got no love story
i just feel like each day starts and ends boring
i wake up and walk through the motions each morning
and p-ss through the day, ’till i end up just closing my eyes

and that was the day i rode home on the train
july 26, from back bay to providence station

- jonathan something lyrics

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