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Already Out of Time

by Stoop Kids

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17:35 03:28
Now I’m too young to die, not old enough to vote next year your gonna choke from the cigarette smoke got a diploma, cap and gown gonna do your best not to make your dad frown the next four years is of downin’ beers, taking off braziers, doing drugs with peers but it appears that you’re here for an internship so you can get a “good job” and a house to split now you’re twenty five, feeling alive ‘jive at a dive after your nine to five’ you got a girlfriend, she may have moved in she said, “fuck the kitchen, i’m a career woman” then one night after glasses of wine you passed the band, you asked the line you’ve turned thirty two, hate what you do your marriage ain’t stale, but it sure ain’t new goodbye seventeen to thirty five goodbye heavenly dreams of youth tonight i used to think i needed some type of life like that let my neighbors hear me with a gatsby type of laugh i could take the cake and slice the pie in half and no one would ever question why except for dear old i the only trouble is with that life it’s overly-prescribed, very trite it’s the morphine or the knife before you die goodbye seventeen to thirty five goodbye heavenly dreams of youth tonight
me 01:42
Already out of time...but I'm still here though Sometimes... "What a wierdo"! My time's up, but I stole the mic so it's back to the rhymes and resisting the vices cooking rice cuz I can't break bread without dough Get quicker, better. No Quicken Loans. Dissolving Problems like a lozenge in alcohal if you never look up never see the roof fall in / Rufilin All the optimists tell me I'm a pessimist All the pessimists tell me I'm an optimist All the fake fucks tell me I'm the realist when it comes to being real I still don't give a shit, Nut, piss, spit...any kind of entrails See me with a bad cat, you know the details If you're burning up, I throw salt when I see snails Sickening to some how I keep my ends well when the city ends, well, then I'll set sail Send a postcard see you in hell. Get well soon. velvet sky way up high waterslide down to die Set sail, came back cuz I felt unwell unrest upset unsexed unhealthy as fuck and the drugs the doctor ordered ain't helping I popped a pill and the sky turned velvet Hell or high water what if hell and high water bloodrain fell cats and dogs that are bipolar picture to help you figure why my city high as ayatollah and below the sea level, we keep sinking lower Right now, I'm at the bottom of a glass Want to see a fee shake like the bottom of a stash (*weed bag, not mustache*) Want to see the freeze frame in the moment so it lasts But alas, I'm looking in my wallet and it laughs I sigh "wise guy" I gotta get it together Water on my face while I'm looking in the mirror Fire in my eyes and it couldn't be clearer Dirty life I'm living and I'm loving every minute of it slide
Tucked In 02:43
i’m tucked in at parties or should i say white tie events these straps around my shoulders keep my pants in suspense my shirts tucked in well my shirt was tucked in to my umbilical cord as i popped out, melodies and the magical chords into a quarter inch chord through my epiphone strap micro korg, harmonies and an 808 clap used to rap when I was younger in the back of the ford wearing clothes i can afford, looking good as tom ford fakin the makin or pickin’ the chicken so take in the tuckin’ in style look in the mirror every once and a while my shirt’s tucked in
Padiddle 03:57
let’s play some cards let’s pass the time we won’t get far when it gets dark we can be superstars well baby it’s about tonight with your people baby just soul ride, don’t need a needle baby just ride around, play padiddle living in the moment, life is simple cause i’m the doo hop skotcher i got more swing than the rocker i cook up emcees faster than a betty crocker made more harmonies than hammerstein and rogers can’t you see i’m more vintage than the brooklyn dodgers and if you really want to boogie tonight we can try to dougie, but the dougie ain’t right so you try the twist, the twist feels right the mashed potato, we can dance all night i’m bringing it back for an encore i’m drinking more wine than in concord hip hop wasn’t made for the pimp and whore and doo hop wasn’t made for the corner store i’m bringing them together like the horse and the leather by bringing something better you can be the trend-setter i hope you take notes, grab your ink and your feather two birds getting stoned, first time together well baby it’s about tonight with your people baby just soul ride, don’t need a needle baby just ride around, play padiddle living in the moment, life is simple baby i got to go i got to go
Cup 02:48
i should read more poetry and i should read more novels and if i did would you believe i was aristotle? i’m platonic for you cause i was start to smarten up and pour my thoughts into a cup and just to feel you make a sound i would start to drink it down but i don’t read too much it took me by surprise the first time i could realize that if i dripped one more drop instantly my heart would stop all i wanna do it call hear you laugh, now baby that’s all cozy up and watch tv maybe if i’m lucky, a cup of tea i know it’s against the rules calling you would be too cruel if you’re the jester then i’m the fool baby i’ll see you when we’re done with school and seven years from saturday we’ll have lunch down at the frisco bay maybe we’ll get married and maybe we’ll not but it doesn’t really matter cause we gave it a shot we’ll have beautiful kids with messy bibs you can be the bread winner, i’ll bread the ribs everyone will be happy i, for one, will be happy sweetness on the tip of your lips i wish i could taste it right now i should read more poetry i should read more novels to fix my heart
i forgot your fucking birthday two years in a row the first time it happened, didn’t want to watch porn alone we were in different zip codes, called your cellular phone you were sipping patron with candles already blown of course you were pissed, shouted out “what the fuck is this?” “it’s my birthday bitch, don’t be calling me horny and stupid” shoulda dumped me then, signed me up for ok cupid i don’t why but you kept me on the line to my surprise and then that second time, we’d already broken up shows how much i’d already fucked up scrolling on my newsfeed, when all of a sudden you popped up and your friends i’d seen when i visited you for a week, showered your profile with keyboard smiles, “i love you”s, and “haven’t seen you in a while”s and a wave of denial hit, like a pile of bricks all i could do was sit in a pool of my own bullshit and all the lies i had equipped for a moment just like this they weren’t of any help as I felt guilt settle into myself we talked about love, we talked about divinity if i could talk to you now, it’d be to get rid of me i’m sorry i can’t love you anymore i said i’m sorry i can’t love you anymore i’ve written a thousand verses, I’ve slung a thousand curses all of them sound like the same sermon at the same churches same flow, same rhyme scheme, same ending line same beginning and same subject every time it’s a crime the way i design what’s mine i make identical mistakes, never learn after the ninth fucking time i make promises after i get high, i’ll never smoke again and then two hours later, shrug it off, say, “i’ll just smoke with friends” i’m a piece of shit, how the hell did you put up with it? i made you feel ugly and ashamed yet said i was the victim to the game looks like i’ve opened the same fucking vein i hope i die in vain and that you forget my name cause I’d say you’re beautiful, you’re so mesmerizing but i need a trophy wife so this isn’t good timing i’d say you’re perfect, and yes, you’re the only one but i need to fuck a girl or two before i can put the ring on and over and over, and on and on til everyone i’ve ever loved is gone and all i have are my shitty songs when compared to my vices, i’m just a witty pawn so on this february 3rd, i’ll wish you a happy birthday and i’ll be gone i’m sorry i can’t love you anymore i said i’m sorry i can’t love you anymore now baby, don’t be sad i can’t love you i won’t love you i don’t love you anymore
Look Around 04:11
i am a grand old wave rippling off to sea pieces of a puzzle fitted just for me but the people will always try to disassemble your whole life so i dot my “t”s and i cross my “i”s just to dignify my rebel pride if i all my thoughts are a choice all my feelings are employed it’s a blue abyss i cannot see but i can exist look around if you’re not, do not be if it is, go to me if it’s not, do not be if i am, look at the me look around
i 02:08


Stoop Kids' album "Already Out of Time"


released January 20, 2015

All songs written and recorded by Griffin Dean & Stoop Kids
"Padiddle" - Recorded and Engineered by Ben Lorio at The Music Shed
All songs mixed by Alex Crane and Joe Boston except:
"Padiddle" - Mixed by Steve Panacek and Ben Lorio
Mastered by Alex Crane

Griffin Dean - Lead Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Samples
Thomas Eisenhood - Baritone Saxophone, Vocals, Organ
David Paternostro - Keys, Guitar, Sounds
Joe Tontillo - Drums, Percussion, Piano
Patrick DeHoyos - Bass

Joao Amos - Vocals: Velvet Slide
John Culbreth - Trumpet: Tucked In
Sam Fruend - Cello: Cup, Look Around

Music Production/Direction: Griffin Dean & David Paternostro

Artwork Production/Direction - Patrick DeHoyos, Linda Hexter, Thomas Eisenhood, David Paternostro, Griffin Dean


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Stoop Kids are a psychedelic jukebox: they write and play inside a melting pot of genres, re-imagining the last 75 years of popular music.


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