1. |
Landmine
04:26
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I was a landmine
Taking the ground from underneath
Everyone who tried
I was hungover
The moment before I realized
That I made you cry
You were in the band
I was out drinking in the rain
Now who needs a hand?
Now who needs a hand?
Now who needs a hand?
There is nothing that comes after
There is nothing that comes after
There is nothing that comes after
There is nothing that comes after
I was a landmine
Pulling the ground from underneath
Everyone who tried
I looked so pretty
Too bad I didn’t do a thing
My mind was drifting
You were my best friend
I let the world slide by like sand
Falling through fingers
Running through fingers
Sifting through fingers
There is nothing that comes after
There is nothing that comes after
There is nothing that comes after
There is nothing that comes after
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2. |
Sneaky
03:47
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All the meat I don’t need
Extracted in factories
Scorched skin in Nebraska heat
Why won’t anyone feel bad for me?
People that I refuse to see
Doing all the work I need
I think I’m king of the world
But ten suited men own everything
All the fuel I don’t need
Spilled like the blood of a million armies
Set fire to the shining sea
The Spring dew eats through the leaves
Collateral people
Killed in the conquest of liberty
Silos boasting we’re so free
Writing your own history
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3. |
Like Birds
05:49
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I watch the birds fly by in here
They sing these songs this time of year
The little hummingbirds, nimble and perched in thin air
Watch me watch TV in this chair
The tube plays news and daytime drab
The host is kind﹣reminds me to laugh
The bloodhound rests his head on me
The outside world﹣a mystery
Choose your words like they’re your last
All things pass
All things pass
All things pass
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4. |
Elevator Music
05:27
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Elevator doors are closing
You’re on the other side
One last goodbye
I met you dressed in tan
With your dog, drinking gin
You mentioned that everything must end
Elevator doors are closing
You’re on the other side
One last goodbye
I came by, had some gin
Melted like the ice in it
The flame was dead by the time I left
The flame was dead by the time I left
Elevator doors are closing
You’re on the other side
One last goodbye
You still call, hear me out
With a band to talk about
It’s everything, Jennifer
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5. |
The Jam
06:32
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See the lights
Blue and pink
The man on stage spits just what he thinks
The band was in between drinks
You told me this was your favorite spot
To see your friends get lost in thought
Everybody knows you’re hiding what you got
The house band
A regular crew
Once they run out of things to do
They’ll hand a guitar to me or you
The light is red on the vacant stage
You grab the mic with grace
We flow with the keys and dance with the bass
You said
If I’d only known
If I’d only known
If I’d only known
Over hypnotic, harmonic drones
If I’d only known the places you’ll go
You exit the stage when your moment’s done
Stand or dance in front
To let someone else go and have their fun
You said
If I’d only known
If I’d only known
If I’d only known
Over hypnotic, harmonic drones
If I’d only known the places you’ll go
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6. |
Like Bugs
06:35
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My head is an overheated machine
I go to work when I dream
Eyes are sucked out into screens
No one knows what anything means
No wolves howl in the shadows of factories
Trees have no more leaves for your stories
Rivers are dry and I’m getting thirsty
I yearn to be earth like bugs in the leaves
I yearn to be earth, not part of a machine
I yearn to be earth, not part of a machine
I yearn to be earth, not part of a machine
I yearn to be earth, not part of a machine
My head is an overheated machine
I go to work when I dream
Eyes are sucked out into screens
No one knows what anything means
No wolves howl in the shadows of factories
Trees have no more leaves for your stories
Rivers are dry and I’m getting thirsty
I yearn to be earth like bugs in the leaves
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7. |
Stratosphere
05:46
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You fell asleep in my arms and we laid there
Played Stratosphere until four in the morning
I was a fool to upset the balance
I don’t need ties you were there beside me
Who says it’s gotta be anything?
I want to be near you my friend again
I blush around the folks wearing boots
I saw myself in your laugh in your tunes
And the way that you left once you knew about how I felt
I don’t need ties you were there beside me
Who says it’s gotta be anything?
I want to be near you my friend
I want to be near you my friend
I want to be near you my friend
To be near you my friend
My friend
Friend
Friend
Who says it’s gotta be anything?
I want to be near you my friend
My friend
Friend
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8. |
Banging My Head
03:20
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The cat, he meows all day
He can’t go out for the biodiversity
I’m banging my head for you
For you
I’m banging my head for you
For you
My roommate’s home
I got nothing to say
He says hello and goes on his way
I’m banging my head for you
For you
I’m banging my head for you
For you
We met on the internet
It did not work out
I’m banging my head for you
For you
I’m banging my head for you
For you
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9. |
Teen Beet
04:54
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CPU crash
Like a stone pierces the water
Drum machine, carry me
Through the endless straight
Slide through my fingers
Sow tiny ripples
Woke from a dream
Digital knife devers the signal
Drum machine, carry me
Through the endless straight
Slide through my fingers
Sow tiny ripples
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