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I read the news today
Spring is on its way
Winter’s over
You can throw your boots away
The groundhog told us so
And there’s no reason for
A weather-loving whistle pig
To lead the world astray
But that’s not all he said
As he raised his furry head:
“F This Movie Fest
Is coming back earlier than ever and
We’re gonna watch six films from ‘94
Films like Stargate and The Mask
Terminal Velocity, Timecop, Speed
And even Cabin Boy!”
I was filled with glee
But something gnawed at me
He could see it in my eyes
So I had to tell him why
Here’s why…
I haven’t been on Twitter
Since that S.O.B. took over
F This Movie, F This Movie
Only you could bring me back
When the day is over
I just might log off forever
F This Movie, F This Movie
Only you could bring me back
My woodchuck friend and I
Sat in silence as
I tried in vain to formulate
A simple alibi
I said “I feel like Al Pacino in Godfather III”
He said “that’s not a reference I understand but I
Can offer up to you
A lesson that is true
You learn it underground:
‘Never let the muskrats grind you down!’”
I haven’t been on Twitter
Since that S.O.B. took over
F This Movie, F This Movie
Only you could bring me back
When the day is over
I should just log off forever
F This Movie, F This Movie
Only you could bring me back
Only you could bring me back
And now the day is here
I’m sitting pretty in
A cozy little hideaway
Beneath a maple tree
My groundhog friend and I
Eating snacks and watching shadows
As they dance across his eighty-inch TV
Laughing with our friends
And hoping that this day will never end
I haven’t been on Twitter
Since that S.O.B. took over
F This Movie, F This Movie
Only you could bring me back
When the day is over
We should all log off forever
F This Movie, F This Movie
Only you could bring me back
Oh two, two four, two oh two four
F This Movie Fest!
Say it loud: Never let the muskrats grind you down
And we will all log off together
Yes we will all log off together...
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Calabasas Saddlery
02:53
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Driving past the
Calabasas Saddlery
Passing twenty Teslas in a row
Sea of red lights
Washing out the road in front of me
I’ll take it as a sign that
Maybe I should take it slow
Hiking in the mountains
Singing "Edelweiss" in Spanish
Past the grade the
Temperature is up another ten
Gas ain’t cheap in T’ousand Oaks
Even though we use enough
Seems like maybe someone
Broke the law of supply and demand
A pothole’s just an opportunity
Around here it is always 70
Building sites are
Frozen works of art
If you never need to stop
You never have to start
Rich folks are hiding
Somewhere out here in the hills
Everybody walks a tiny dog
Hummingbirds and crows
Compete for real estate in palm trees
That punctuate the vista
Like an epilogue
It’s implied
This old town’s not for you
Now and Then you know it may be true
Wait for the rain
So you can frolic in the bloom
If you move away from Oxnard
They will give away your room
If you move away from Oxnard
They will give away your room
Gabby docents
Talk about the ships
Sporty wives will
Grimace at your quips
Lazy dogs out sleeping
In the rain
At Calabasas Saddlery
They always know your name
At Calabasas Saddlery
They always know your name
At Calabasas Saddlery
Where everyday’s the same
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