1. |
Intro
01:38
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I would sit idly by in a day spent wasting a year’s time
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2. |
Pablo
03:43
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Wayward child
Westbound, straight out of town
Home schooled, hand over mouth
Memories are a beachfront house
Hung up on leaving
Sold out on buying
I am hellbent on standing
My ground
I’m a desert
Six long years saw Jesus and trees escaping me
I’m a desert
Five long years saw Jesus and trees escaping me
Home is where we are
Suitcase packed, we travel light
All my friends are moving out
And missing you is a beachfront house
I’m a desert
Sunrise brings vultures and a view to sea
I would swoon
And everynight
From my house across this town
You know it’s never a problem
No, it’s never a problem
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3. |
Surf 1
03:40
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Strangely familiar faces for which i lack the adjectives
Crowding around i can feel the drip of them crooning over me
Dirty fingers slowly slip into white educated hands
A few more minutes of this warm embrace for this boy to become a man
We’re talk-talk-talking through fingertips, she said
Judge and jury set me free, i lack the blood to preach
Sweetheart casts a fever in/fever out wave of heat
What have i –oh, god forbid, oh to hell, just go with it
Two more years buffered hand in hand for this boy to become a man
We’re talk-talk-talking through fingertips, she said
We’re talk-talk-talking through fingertips, oh
Talk-talk-talking through fingertips, oh
Talk-talk-talking through fingertips, oh, she said
I’m too broke to keep milking this mother’s house
She rubs her youth in my face
Too old to feed/nurture this modest town
She rubs her youth in my face
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4. |
Trapping Heat
03:35
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Coal keeps you warm
Inside the heart
Beneath the storm
People, people know
All the deep and dirty
You strive so hard not to show
And I will never forget
It’s etched in skin and flesh
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5. |
Redness
03:59
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Patron – he never said it straight from his lips
But she read, she read the plea to abort us little kids
Redness spreads like butter over skinny cheeks
Hints that the one who should be blushing is me
Hey, well now, don’t scream or shout
We’re underwater living I’ll just drown you out
Oh well I can’t stand to let you know
We’re twins with no mother to give us a home
Wake up and hear the tip-toe of tiny feet
Sophia, slow down your step, someone’s still asleep
Vacant lots give way to scraping steel
And I try not to dwell upon it all the time
Hey, well now, don’t scream or shout
We’re underwater living I’ll just drown you out
Oh well I can’t stand to let you know
We’re twins with no mother to give us a home
I’ll sign off selling you out for cheap
I’ll sign off selling you out for cheap
I’ll sign off selling you out for cheap
Cheap like me cheap
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6. |
Maybe See Me Again
02:23
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I’ve been thinking ‘how bad do I want to?’
I was wondering if you’d like to
I’ve been thinking ‘how bad do I want to?’
I was wondering if you’d like to
Talk-talk to me again
Maybe see me again
Talk to me again
Maybe see me
I’ve been thinking ‘how bad do I want to?’
I was wondering if you’d like to
I’ve been thinking ‘how bad do I want to?’
I was wondering if you’d like to
Talk-talk to me again
Maybe see me again
Talk to me again
Maybe see me again
Talk to me again
Maybe see me again
Talk to me again
Maybe see me again
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7. |
Slide
04:41
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I’ve been out
Since you’ve last been around
I’ve been out and back and out in time
We barely talk now
Me and you
And I say ‘thank you’
Thank you
Say yes to the pressure that’s crushing you
Say yes to days of strange and new
Squeeze tight that candle that burns your hand
Born naked they say the clothes make the man
Say yes to the grasp that’s choking you
And no to the questions of where and why
Just know about when and baby now’s the time
We don’t talk now
Me and you
I’m a corporate number, a burning man
But make you a good woman makes me her man
I would dumb myself down
For all of you
For all of you
And so we’re not on the same page now
Me and you
Now, me and you
Now, me and you
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8. |
Reverb
03:54
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It chafes my heart
To scratch you let down
J-j-just hold your head up high
And nail us to the ground
It breaks my line
To see you weighed down
J-j-just hold your head up high
And bury us in the ground
It writes my skin
To read your lips now
Never been better, cross my wilted heart
Now sing this loud, you gotta sing this loud
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9. |
Thin Coat
03:58
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I said red is black
Oh, I said black is green
Oh, I said red is black
Oh, I said wrecked comes free
Oh, I said red is black
Oh, I said red is free
Oh, I said black is red (oh I stand left for)
Oh, bad weather coming in, oh
I said red is black
Oh, I said black is green
Oh, I said red is black
Oh, I said wrecked comes free
Oh, I said that black is red
Oh, I said black is green
Oh, I stand left for, left for
Some bad weather coming in
Finished is cracked, the paint is chipping
On that smile that you painted
Finished is cracked, the paint is chipping
On that smile that you painted
Right on my face
Right on our faces
Twenty years ago
Twenty years ago
Twenty years ago
Twenty years ago
Twenty years ago
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10. |
Cassie
04:59
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I’ll pretend I didn’t notice you never wrote me back
I’ll return that Elliott Smith record last year I had bought
But you know, matter of fact, them tunes were not half bad
But every time I’d play them I’d remember what you said
Oh Cassie, won’t you come back to me
‘Cause me and Kim ain’t connecting, not the same way we did
Go back some four winters when marked down fifteen per cent
Accounted for a small price to pay, well worth it just to hear you say
You’d wrapped your thoughts, sealed and boxed, and rushed them on their way
Your fingers crossed it get here safe, I am broken as I hear you say
Excuse me sir, but from this moment on
I am unable to help you from this moment on
You remind me of an old darling of mine, you remind me of two old darlings of mine
You remind me of an old dearest of mine, you remind me of two old dearests of mine
Oh Cassie, won’t you come back to me
‘Cause me and Kim ain’t connecting, not the same way we did
Not the same way we did
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11. |
Pack Leader Cont.
01:38
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Wayward child
Bloodhound, king of this town
Homegrown, I’m over and out
All my friends are moving away
All my friends are moving away
All my friends are moving away
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12. |
Resolutions
02:47
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I’ll be better
I’ll be a better
Son and brother
Wife and daughter
All our friends are taking turns
Mine deserve better
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Bikinis Brazil
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