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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fishboy
Fishboy
Performer
Sean Bonnette
Sean Bonnette
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Michener
Eric Michener
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Michener
Eric Michener
Producer

Lyrics

I was listening to the local station when a singer He asked if we could try and shout a little louder I craned up my neck yelled at the weather It looked like the spring felt like the summer I raced back inside to try out a flavor Based on the song heard on the player Placed down a block of ice on the shaver Raise up the syrup, mix together And poured the creation on the othеr Find a name move on to another Glancе out the window for my grandfather Rinse and repeat the beat undercover One hundred flavors. Seven hours Though I am tired, it doesn't matter I am a creator, I am inspired Forever and ever and ever and ever And oh my God I lost my train of thought A snow cone thaws It's here and then it's not If it's my job to man this stand I will gladly spend my day Creating cones for every song the radio plays Oh I'm not graced with synesthesia Just impatience to make great snow cones My father made art like my grandfather I'm trying real hard to get a little better The way that I'll start to get a little better Is part and by part, little by little By my calculation the combination of local station and inspiration Will equal greatness if I am patient Here are a few things that I created The best I could do before it turned noon A submarine tune banana pineapple At three I believe I heard Sleepy Jean In turn it lead me to coffee dreamsicle But the cone of the day Came from a tape The DJ explained she bought it that day from a counter display It was about grapefruit spoons So I used grapefruit juice And syrup infused with flowers my grandfather Pulls the cup back from his mouth and says to me Oh my God! You don't have to try so hard An awkward pause You're great the way you are A flock of birds dock on the power lines a block away We shut down the stand early And watch the sunset fade And toast our styrofoam to yet another brilliant day Making snow cones, snow cones I was listening to the local station when a singer He asked if it would be much nicer to be older Well I don't think things can get much nicer And I'm old enough as is
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