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Prelude
01:00
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2. |
Electric Flavor
04:57
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3. |
White Caps
04:19
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(V1) Kicking over mailboxes/ Living little chaoses
It's almost prophetic/ How could I forget it?
Smoking on thai stick/ See the fuzz, we'll dip
Ditch our shit, to the see quick.
Sand between your toes/ Baby I'm a rolling stone
Baby powder in my nose, I feel so typical.
Love is on the road/ Love is in a home
Crowbar or a stolen code/ Love is a gun, love is gold
(Ch1) Let's ditch this little shore town life,
Sick of seeing you ride that little bike.
Walk out the subway to bright light.
Honey let's go chase that high.
(V2) Living young head to gun/ I'm feelin' like I'm on the run
I'm feelin' like I might go numb/ I'm feelin' like the chose one.
I can tell that I'll never die/ Do I look like the kind of guy
Who would tell you a lie/ And did I mention that I am fried?
Well I told you I'm a rolling stone/ But did I tell you that I might explode?
Winds of change, about to blow/ Look for my wreckage off the bow.
(Ch2) Let's ditch this little shore town life,
Sick of seeing you ride that little bike.
Walk out the subway to bright light.
Honey let's go chase that high.
(V3) The ocean spit's me out into god's open mouth
It's so prophetic, I'll never forget it
The high tides pulling me (x2)
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4. |
Great Big City
03:08
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(V1) Blow between the sheets/ Red spots on your knees
This impala keeps me free/ Undercover pig's a fallacy.
It's you and me baby/ Through the tunnel you will see
Scumbag fleas in/ A Great Big City (x2)
(Pre-Ch1) I had nine lives now three/ Smoking shitty coke and weed
Until she crossed my eyes, you used to have me hypnotized
Lying about all my means/ No truth since I was q6
You put your trust in me/ Doesn't really matter when you
(Ch1) Are gonna make a lot of
$ MONEY $ MONEY $ MONEY $
We're gonna make a lot of
(V2) Roll between the sheets/ Red spots on your cheek
The devil leaves me be/ If I give him what he seeks
It's you and me baby/ Through the tunnel you will see
Scumbag fleas in/ A Great Big City (x2)
(Pre-Ch2) Had a woman now three/ And they're all leavin' me
Fresh wounds, they still bleed/ Blows the only friend I need
Was finally feeling free/ Now someone's following me
Haven't slept a wink in weeks/ Doesn't really matter when you
(Ch2) Are gonna make a lot of
$ MONEY $ MONEY $ MONEY $
We're gonna make a lot of
(V3) The guns are out, guns are out/ With every pop the lights go out
Too much money to flaunt about/ They say a week ago I should've ditched town
Thugs about and grunts about/ Sirens blaring I hear the sounds
A flash in the pan, I flounder a round
[dead fish godfather imagery]
(Br) I've been hustling my whole life and you better believe it
(Ch3) (But it) Doesn't really matter when you
Make a lot of
$ MONEY $ MONEY $ MONEY $
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5. |
Shrigley Pond
00:53
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So serious in your dirty socks,
we threw frisbees and killed happy clams on sea rocks.
Grandmas saturn sounded like toaster oven in the wasted heat.
Mom wants the Italian place, Dad wants pub beer, I wanna play video games.
I called you when the garage hushed and the driveway got dark and dumb.
“There’s a magic here” said the hippie kid with the dirty jokes. Smoked and smoked.
Flushed oxies down the locker room toilet, split.
In the shallow side of your finding eyes the small kid shit the pool. And we played it cool.
Next year was nigh, the moon in the pond knows why,
and the silo like a black pill, blue sky.
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6. |
Cribley's Groove
03:30
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(V1) Late night call on my telephone,
Who could it be? I don't really know who, but it's you.
"Meet me in 23, I got a little treat, for you & me," he said
My special friend
(Ch) I don't really understand
What it means to be human
(V2) Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces,
And put them back in my mouth again I'm free
And I wish.I can see me.
Movin' down to Cribbley's, "1 is 3 and 2 for me," I said
My special friend
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7. |
Salon d'oeufs
03:36
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(V1) Knowing what you're doing/ Can only numb the soul
I'm flinging into star mode/ I'm singing 'God Only Knows.'
That facing all your actions/ It only numbs the soul
In a "breaking-his-guitar mode"/ Going out of control
(Ch1) Spinning 'round and 'round
Please sit down my friend
I'm hearing sounds
Hope it never ends
Time and time again
(V2) Can't control what I'm saying/ Through the microphone
Starting to see double/ Might be time to go home
But the crowd is always loving it/ I can do no wrong
Security's asking for trouble/ Man, throw a dog a bone
(Ch2) Spinning 'round and 'round
Please sit down my friend
I'm hearing sounds
Hope it never ends
(V3) [Slow-down]
God only knows/ What you're singing about
My friend, please sit down/ Your routines getting older
And you're wasted again/ Fly back to reality now
The guards are closing in/ Your act is paper thin
The lights have gone out/ In this town
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8. |
Ho' Down
00:45
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9. |
Davie G
04:46
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Who is this? What am I?
Am I that guy? Looking with sad eyes
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10. |
Rolling About
04:57
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(V1) He says I'm leaving the city/ It ain't for me
Says I'll go down to the country/ Find somewhere to be
All of this life has taken it's toll
Bundle of rocks now/ And nowhere to roll
What if, you got nowhere to be
What if, you're a better man than me
What if
(Ch1) He's taking his time on the road now (x3)
He's taking his time, rolling about
(V2) Born under a bad sign/ A design of his time
Used to feel guilty/ And guzzle his wine
If that's all there's to life, then I'm taking it slow
He says we're in this together
And there's nowhere to go
But what if, you got nowhere to be
What if, you lose grip on reality
What if, roll to where ya be
What if
(Ch2) He's taking his time on the road now (x3)
He's taking his time, rolling about
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11. |
The Doctor's Bliss
02:10
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The Doctor is in!
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12. |
Bricksilia
03:41
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(V1) Crawled into my father's bed/ And dug myself a grave
The gun heals to my head/ And whispers to my brain
Pull that trigger baby/ It's going to be okay
Splash my thoughts all across that pretty face
(Ch1) You'll never win, I am him, you are them, we are sin.
God forgives, yahweh spits, your mind is sick, just get rid of it.
And I know that love exists, and I know that I will find it.
(V2) Month of August in nothing but sheer lace
His hands in my head, blues in his suitcase
Chewing dust, stealing face
He's alright with me so long's I get a taste
(Ch2) I love medicine, ketamin, anacin, methathetaminnn.
God forgives, Yahweh spits, your mind is sick, just get rid of it
And I know that love exists, and I know that I will find it
(Outro) My wounds are licked, the ocean spits
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I couldn’t be here without the people i love, the people i hate, the people who hate me, the loose bolt on the bus that held long enough to get the next group of passengers, the check that bounced a month late, the pills, the disgusting things i’ve done and the awful way I’ve always seemed to act, the miracle that a lot of people seem to really get a kick out of it. Its all fun in the sun, its all over.
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(V1) The last time that we talked
Way south of Weehawk
Dew on the sidewalk
You made my heart stop
My last local memory
My folk song was ending
All these sad stories I’m fencing
To make some heart break
(V2)Do you know how far it goes,
we spit in the hole, and watched it grow
My drug of choice, in better days,
look into the void like dog shit in my veins
A perfect break, another lapse
my love is gone, my love is back.
My quilted throne, this old broken machine
my metronome, my chemical dream
(Ch1) If love was a gun, I’d shoot you son,
All this crying is fun, You’re my pretty one.
My buddy suicide, I poke him in the eyes, kiss him every night.
And everything is right, were just where we are
We made it pretty far, outta mind outta sight
Ring around my head, hearts take flight,
over the fields and on every night.
(V3) Desolate, on sunlit days
You should know I’m lost in my ways
Where we are on this path
It goes around, but never comes back
Gentleness, rocks to and fro
while passions grow, bubbles up from below
Feelings come and feelings go
the old are dust, but how do you know
Feel it in my bones
(Ch2) If love was a gun, I’d shoot you son,
All this crying is fun, You’re my pretty one.
My buddy suicide, I poke him in the eyes, kiss him every night.
And everything is right, were just where we are
We made it pretty far, outta mind, outta sight
Ring around my head, our hearts take flight,
over the fields-
(Perfect Break)
It’s alright
I love you
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