"Pop Seeds" lyrics

We would talk about those
Midget submarines
We've got those dusty grooves
With a needle in between
We looked at pictures in those
Punk rock magazines
We've got those dusty grooves
And plastic tambourines

Don't let those gray skies pin you down

Make a deck, a tape cassette
Rearrange the things we found
Cool guitar, a punk rock star
Razor blades are really loud
A car crash and broken glass
Pretty soon we had a sound
The drum machines, amphetamines
No one ever comes around

Don't let those gray skies pin you down

And we would talk about those
Midget submarines
And we would talk about that
Needle in between
And we would talk about those
Punk rock magazines
And we would talk about those
Plastic tambourines

And we would talk all night
Tryna make the world alright
You'd never make that world okay
But we would make our world okay

And we would talk about those
Yeah we just talked about those
And we would talk about those
Yeah we just talked about those