1. |
Being Ready
01:23
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None
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2. |
Two Seas
03:35
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Two seas on the horizon
See sunrise come and we've been having fun
Well its four in the morning and I ain't even tipsy anymore
And I've been chattering, chattering, chattering
Gas up and get with my kind
I'll be heading on out to Richmond in due time
Pack of Pall Mall Red 100's, Winking Owl wine
On a rooftop over Richmond
On rooftops over Richmond
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3. |
Headflip
04:28
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Well if I trip and if my head flip
Bloody inside of they
Pinprick skids, concrete graze my lid
Kid in a truck throwing water bottles every direction
Liquid spinning, glinting
Pixelated pattern arachnid
Spit it out
Lunch in my mouth, sour cream and blueberries
Sour Cherry Warheads, Fruit by the Foot
Felt like twenty-two days in solitary, sitting at a desk etching S's in bubble letter calligraphy
Come and cut this copper wire in two, little blue beads to string through
Rummage in the glove box
Feel unsteady
Little bit light-footed and a little bit heavy
Hop in seeing shapes in a stripped out Chevy
Screaming Trees CDs, blues about levees
Rolling Top Tobacco, smoke and speak of the many
Theory's all we got when the daily stays cheap
Broke birdie can oversee
Wrecked drywall, cracking doors, banner covering silent, sullen fiends
Little paper I can be where I be
Anywhere but these four bedrooms, hurt I done to others and me
Well its breaking at the seams
All these terraformed and lichen beaches got me driving easy and free
We will feel better
We will feel better
We will feel better
We will surely feel
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4. |
The Bleed
04:21
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Elvira ride behind my sheik psych baby
Little bit loony, mighty mean
Lil Slay kung fu on nighttime fiends babe
Burden the beast, burden the beast
Give the gift in form of death wish
Living in tombs
Living in tombs
Living in tombs
Glory be the key, Glory seeks and Glory sees
Lil Bit tucks up and screams
Taken to the top of the tower, me and mine could not stop the bleed
Burden the beast, burden the beast
Accept the gift in form of death wish
Living in tombs
Living in tombs
Living in tombs
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5. |
Adirondack Chairs
02:54
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Lake lapping through the woodcracks
Sunset shines a spot on the dock
Air smells fresh in
Late August, later on in the day
The inlet ain't so far away just ain't close enough for seeing
We're just breathing
Killing time, sipping on
Rose wine
Marmalade, hot bread a high cry
Steak on toast and a flank out of my side
Crimean sky weren't bright enough
Its tough on your righteous eye
Eagled out for railroad lines
By and by we'll be fine while we sigh
Sipping on Miller Lite
Sipping on Vodka and Sprite, sipping on
Rose Wine
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6. |
Carry Me Home
01:14
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Swing low
Sweet
Carry me, carry me
Carry me home
Carry me, carry me
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7. |
Georgetown Doe
03:59
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Old lace and arsenic taste
Fell asleep midway through Charade
Bing Crosby croons some problematic tune
In small town Shenandoah at the end of the day
Took a trip out to the bay
Ran into car trouble, Chincoteague will have to wait
There's some headlights out, you punch me in the leg and grin
And everything will be OK 'cause I
Spent September walking around with a Georgetown Doe
Lift me up, dance real slow
I remember rolling around with our clothes on 'til I absolutely have to go
Bowl me over, dance real slow
Sommerset and Gilmore
Sherry and a slow flame
We can kick around this neighborhood
Enjoying the shade, because I
Spent September walking around with a Georgetown Doe
Lift me up, dance real slow
I remember rolling around with our clothes on 'til I absolutely have to go
Bowl me over, dance real slow
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8. |
Vertebrae
02:51
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As the tide slips bearing beams creak
Drinks on teak
As the sky touches water out of reach
We fill our lungs and want for nothing
Call through
Call through
As we break we shake our heads and sleep
Curled up vertebrae sink
As the wasp invades our temporary home
We'll make damn sure he's never growing old
As this alcohol dispensary is empty
We are free to smile, sigh, and tease
Call through
Call through
As we break you shake your hands over me
Curled up vertebrae sink
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9. |
Spin
04:05
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Dawn he slit through me
It ain't trumpeter Louise, Huey Newton, or John Dewey
Screwed to Cujo the King
Shine on Timmy
Sitting smacked in the chapel
Sipping scotch by the handle
Lashing out o'er what cannot be received
Pray for catastrophe, an asteroid or anything
Light in a beam break the dark of this dream
And everyone around will worry everybody else will hurry
Crying, raising Cain
Laughing at everything you had hoped would go away
Round in circles once again all hell broke loose inside my head
Hunting for sport and holding to ends
Where have we been?
Round in circles once again all hell broke loose inside my head
Hunting for sport and holding to ends
Where have we been?
(yell)
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10. |
Midnight Pizza
03:57
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Raining and the power's out all over the city
Far as I tell, far as I see
Catch that new Tarantino on the big screen
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout me
Shocks wearing out on brick layered side streets
Been running again, been sore in my feet
While my soles slap pavement you might be stopping someone dying and that's crazy
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout me
You've got a glass of port and I've got a glass of whiskey
You're splaying out sideways, PJs and hair free
Order midnight pizza, watch TV
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout me
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Outside Eliza Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Outside Eliza is an alternative rock band from Pittsburgh, PA led by singer songwriter David Powell. David's colorful lyrics and folky acoustic guitar are enveloped by the reverb-soaked landscapes of lead guitarist Ian Cain, all while the band is driven by rhythmic bassist Chase Davenport and the beats of drummer Rich Sample. ... more
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