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Weekend Thieves
03:45
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Scratching paint right off the highway
Dad gets me home and straight to bed
Backstreets to drop off stolen pennies
Schools out the reservoir instead
There's rhubarbed wire
‘Round the fishing pier in April
You got perfect skin
I'll catch some when I’m able
It's different now
No one’s hangin’ around
Who could know
Friends wither when they grow
Down here the pond is always empty
It hasn't rained a day in 15 years
A bike is crashing through a dust cloud
Girls eyes are caked with dirt drop tears
I’m so small on this
Repopulated seabed
There are things to do
But I’ve got stuff to get instead
It's different now
No one’s hangin’ around
Who could know
Friends wither when they grow
It's different now
You’re not hangin’ around
Who could know
Friends wither when they grow
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2. |
Hi Life
02:57
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The scrawny men dive into the pavement
With lips like matchsticks that never did go off
Help please help!
Are you the daughter of a watchdog?
What is this?
Some cautionary tale?
I’m drinking new age daydreams in a window
I know no other way of spending all my dough
Almonds are
Adequate as breakfast
Night time comes
Whenever I feel bored
Whenever I feel-
Don't you touch your life it's not your own not your own
My love stays with me as I get old I get cold
The scrawny men crash into the pavement
With bones so lean they sing instead of scream
She said go!
Smear your joints with asphalt
They said no
We’re happy with a crank
My perfect love is right across the building
Her eyes are red from staring at the sun
Come what may
We’ll trade our love for passports
Spend our days
In a holiday resort
I need a holi-
Don't you touch your life it's not your own not your own
My love stays with me as I get old I get cold
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3. |
Party Time
03:09
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I'm not a person I’m a turnstile
Grand central disco stations all night
You and me standing ‘round
Positively Kentish Town
Ain't got a clue what's going down
You’re a bit of webster flipping pages
A book of unfamiliar faces
My body is a carnival
I'm embarrassed to be in it at all
But oh wow your friend is from montreal
Does the sadness linger in our seed mom
It does I guess but why compete son
‘Cause how can a picture of a field be sad
Without a crying rural looking lad
I know exactly what I'm doing
Bellyaches is something I've been choosing
Teenagers with dirty hands
Downing beers as fast as they can
Would wipe the floor with this sponge of a man
Does the sadness linger in our seed mom
It does I guess but why compete son
‘Cause how can a picture of a field be sad
Without a crying rural looking lad
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4. |
Panic Juice
02:21
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The neurosis lady drinks panic for juice
Mean mister maybe makes my baby choose
Clean your sink of soaked vegetables
Or face the day in giant spectacles
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5. |
Sun Is Always in My Eyes
03:32
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I’m riding to
The thrift store for people passing through
I got a 50 bucks
From the cupboard mom she leaves unlocked
Ribbons of roads old isles and boats
Tied up to front lawns of prickly thorns
I guess I should have left a note
Sun is in my eyes
Bus in the summertime
Can't see a thing inside
The sun is always in my eyes
Mary Tyler Moore
Had a certain spunk in all she wore
A daydream of a ruse
For buying my first pair of real bad shoes
Ribbons of roads old isles and boats
Tied up to front lawns of prickly thorns
I guess I should have left a note
Sun is in my eyes
I can see her on the
Bus in the summertime
I believe her when she
Can't see a thing inside
The sun is always in my eyes
2.20 for a ride
I can see her on the
Bus in the summertime
I believe her when she
Can't see a thing inside
The sun is always in my eyes
I’m not your friend
I never was
Not your companion
I never will be
But we know how to tell a lie
Sun is in my eyes
I can see her on the
Bus in the summertime
I believe her when she
Can't see a thing inside
The sun is always in my eyes
2.20 for a ride
I can see her on the
Bus in the summertime
I believe her when she
Can't see a thing inside
The sun is always in my eyes
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6. |
Trampoline to Me
05:12
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Sometime last week
Spring came ‘round
To cancel its tour
And fly back south
Single toothbrush
Creaking floor
Lay in bed all day
No creaking no more
Trampoline to me
Trampoline to me
Come see, come see, come see, come see I’ve
Changed my name to yours
So knowing me
Won't keep us apart
I would swing by
By your curb
But I’ve nested for good
I’m a flightless bird
Loud the spring
Faint and far
Loud the spring
Faint and far
Trampoline to me
Trampoline to me
Come see, come see, come see, come see I’ve
Changed my name to yours
So knowing me
Won't keep us apart
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7. |
Laughing Wood
03:28
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Death to smitten ink you say
Lovely little resume
Do you speak in memory
Either or you follow me
Take a sip of sencha tea
Enter total atrophy
Snapping branches maidenhood
Overwhelming laughing wood
Watch the lovers killing spree
Talking fucking talk to me
Frozen flowers got him hooked
Hits me in his laughing wood
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8. |
Don't You Grow Up
04:16
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Lily was a christian
Loved negronis and fishing
She trawled along the trucklane
Caught a catfish marked by Cain
And without any warning
Said so long sunday morning
They ran into the tall grass
Don’t they grow up so fast
And the waves will keep on rolling
People will keep talking
The sun will come down even when they're not around
A twitchy boy was a pirate
But his life was an island
One night Luna woke him
Illuminating his bedroom
Filled up the family car pool
With water as the tide fuel
Sailed off on a moon glow
What a strange way to go
And the waves will keep on rolling
People will keep talking
The sun will come down even when they're not around
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9. |
Queen of Cowboys
04:33
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Evita
Was living on a corner
She had a stand
But slingin’ information didn't warm her
All days
Were like shopping malls
So cold and full of things
It's a habit to just keep moving
Evita
Was living on a corner
She had a stand
But slingin’ information didn't warm her
Queen of cowboys on her way
All the cowpokes scream hurray
Queen of cowboys on her way
She said
When I get a van
I'll deliver pamphlets
To each and every man
Strip off
Your garbage shirt and old socks
Take them to your lover man
He’ll lead you to the pawn shop
Throw yourself
Out a car crashed window
Open up a bank account
And buy a brand new window
Queen of cowboys on her way
All the cowpokes scream hurray
Queen of cowboys on her way
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10. |
Terminal Daze 2
03:46
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You came by me
Said where might this be
I'm just walking sea to sea
You took my hands
Never asked
If you could make them dance
Off and away
Loving for the best
You just couldn't be asked
There's the trees
There's the sea
Ain't you feeling free
Can't just be me
Loving for the best
You just couldn't be asked
This here is a round up of your mind
Girl we will be taking all your time
Baby’s got a new job so she's going away
If at any point you lose control
Though you're really nowhere near that old
Terminally school dance driving
There's nothing else to find
This here is a round up of your mind
Girl we will be taking all your time
Baby’s got a new job so she's going away
If at any point you lose control
Though you're really nowhere near that old
Terminally school dance driving
There's nothing else to find
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11. |
Swedish Punk
03:42
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I got a new sense of style this year
I wear a jacket out of fear
I seem scared when I talk
A swedish punk when I walk
I got a million friends up here
They know to make me disappear
They scream at chairs in banks
And the couches smile back thanks
I got a new sense of style this year
I cry my tears out of my ears
I seem scared when I talk
A swedish punk when I walk
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Kindsight Copenhagen, Denmark
Copenhagen based quartet.
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