Being And A Ball

by Third Class

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Third Class presents "Being And A Ball" a song about an existential crisis. Included, as a bonus to this single, is a reprise of Third Class' song, "Nursery." The initial version of "Nursery" appeared on the 2009 album, The Red Wheelbarrow.

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released November 25, 2016

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Third Class Youngstown, Ohio

Happy songs with sad lyrics, two-string riffs, wonky beats, and fuzzy tones, Third Class makes quirk-pop music in Ohio, going strong since 1999.

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Track Name: Being And A Ball
In the early evening, Steve was talking to me, cigarettes in the street, sandals hanging on feet. We were speaking our thoughts, thinking of Alan Watts, in some old parking lots, threw a ball that he caught. If I bounce this ball of the ground, will it come back to me? If I make you smile with my words, would you do that for me? You see, I feel like a fool when I dream in the lonely twilight. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back alright? And, I can't fix anything. All I want to do is sing. I tell everyone 'round here and they laugh and call me queer. If I bounce this ball of the ground, will it come back to me? If I make you smile with my words, would you do that for me? You see, I feel like a fool when I dream in the lonely twilight. If I bounce this ball off the ground, will it come back alright?
Track Name: Nursery (Reprise)
It's cold in this neck of Ohio, tonight, and the style is right for a sad winter song. I feel lost, like a speck in a pile, out of sight, and, though I try with all might, I just don't feel that strong. As we walk through a field, trekking on snowy dirt, my eyes start to hurt, trying to see you smile. And, we talk about fears, making our stories short; you are scared to get shot, your bravery goes for miles. And, there's more miles to go as we walk the train tracks. I think we lost the rain back in the woods we just hiked. And, the store signs can glow as we walk sidewalk cracks. I think we lost the town, back, trading streetlamps for kites. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train, you and me, you and me. Can't you see what this means, in the light of torch? Realize nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. It's cold in this neck of Pennsylvania, tonight, with the airplanes in flight, they plummet at my car. And, it's cold and I talk and I strain you to fight about pain at its height and whatever you are. And, it's cold in this camp in Kentucky, tonight. And, the river's a sight as you sit on a branch. And, we've rolled up our sleeves and are lucky to fight about pain at its height and we're taking a chance. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train, you and me, you and me. Can't you see what this means, in the light of torch? Realize nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train, you and me, you and me. Can't you see what this means, in the light of torch? Realize nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced.