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whitmer thomas - what a pal lyrics

what a pal lyrics
[verse 1]
we’d laugh about suicide and it nicked on the chin
like a blade of gentle reveries, that sweet sacrament
and daylight sang slow demise long before you went
i’ve lost a lot of buddies, but this one hit different
bound by drunken bravery and deserved confidence
pickin’ fights with the boyfriends of the girlfriends hecklin’
and somewhere, some yuppy in silver lake still can’t forget
the timе he chased you off the stagе ’cause you called him a stupid b+tch, mmhmm

[verse 2]
and memories become lullabies we all hum over the phone
the last time we saw d+ck, was there somethin’ we coulda done?
he was a pocketful of ecstacy, a cigarette break
a weekend with no plans but to get f+cked up and make mistakes
tumblin’ across the stage, a big showcase in montreal
desperate for a laugh, he’d rip his heart out and show us all
on the sea, in a storm, he was a captain without a map
oh, death is deadly serious, there’s somethin’ funny about that

[chorus]
what a pal, a f+ck+up through and through
on a dim stage with a broken mic, we’d all laugh with you
what a pal, born in a dunce hat
the last to leave the party and the first to say “congrats,” yep
[verse 3]
charisma like lightning crammed into a beer can
body language like a toddler trapped in a thirty+seven year old man
i met you in portland, you were dressed in a bear suit
committing too hard to a stupid bit, irreverent while resolute
and time flashed quicker like fireworks on the fourth of july
every joke was a finale, and if he bombed, at least he tried
scrollin’ through the eulogies, sincere and delicate
you’d hate this kind of attention, man, there’s somethin’ funny about that

[bridge]
and i ain’t one for religion
but when it’s rainin’, you’re spittin’
when there’s thunder, you’re chucklin’
and when it’s humid, you’re f+ckin’
only tools can hack it in tinseltown
and we’re all in line for the carousel of clowns

[verse 4]
like little flowers growin’ in guns along the la river
on a lineup of imbittered copycats, you were that hopeful sliver
when the apocalypse is over, we will become vampire bats
and reminisce about the good old days, our irises bathed in black
so bang one out for us, d+ck, you’re the [? 3:43]
and you’re gone, oh man, why’d you have to go?
and images become polaroids, succumb to the shake
and you become a feeling, a reminder to misbehave
[chorus]
what a pal, a f+ck+up through and through
on a dim stage with a broken mic, we’ll be missin’ you
what a pal, born in a dunce hat
so you finally left the party, there’s somethin’ funny about that
what a pal, what a pal

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