1. |
Satellites
04:58
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there's a place I have heard of
that I never have been
but I stare at her often
through the pixelated glowing screen
the satellites they fly
there's a place I have heard of
and, no, still haven't yet been
but I stare at her all the time
through the pixelated glowing screen
the satellites they fly
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2. |
Motorbike to Syria
03:18
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i saw you driving your motorbike by
her hair was flying and blonde like mine
she held you tightly from behind
stop driving by
stop driving by
stop driving by
walking down the street to the speedway mart
fell upon my knees when i saw your car
come on
pull myself together, i got something to buy
cigarettes and Gatorade and then i can cry
come on
take a drag remember, I got places to be
that all this melodrama don/t do nothing for me
come on now
some of us got something to say
others just keep running away
come on
gotta keep on thinking, give me something to learn
occupy my head-space, i got passion to burn
come on
some of us are thinking we were born to lose
others come out screaming give me something to choose
some of us got something to say
others just keep running away
come on now
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3. |
New Orleans
02:10
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the girl with the pink hair
glares from her bike seat
snare drum's rolling
down the empty street
(whoa)
make another block
pass the port-of-call
piss runs gently
down the alley walls
(whoa)
people falling over people
waiting to be called on
the old blonde's bangin'
down at Jean Lafitte's
called Moon River
but she gave it too much swing
(whoa)
the oil men drinkin
want to drill her deep
but she's another gusher
thats just out of reach tonight
people falling over people
waiting to be called on
it's simple
simple if you know what you want
hand grenades and debutantes
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4. |
Estonia
04:25
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gettin' blown up
in the early hours
yeah, take that cold walk
come and darken my steps
mmm that old bottle of scotch you brought
aint got much wet left
stumble on in
and take off your clothes
make a mess
dont mind my unsteady stare
take a drag and try to tell me how this gets us through
and I'll do my best to care
always the same
always the same
you can take all i got
but you cant tell nobody you came
he's waking up
and i'm getting dressed
this new song
she slips through my head
we dont talk much the sun stuns us
cant we just go back go back to bed to bed to bed
always the same
always the same
you can take all i got
but you cant tell nobody you came
the sun she hates my tired eyes
'cause they cant quite contain her light
the sun she hates my tired eyes
'cause the cant quite contain her light
always the same
always the same
you can talk all you want
just dont tell nobody you came
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5. |
ElectriCity
03:21
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on the outskirts
of Electri City
where the bastards
try to take my money
and my mind hurts
'cause i dont have any
to begin with
to begin with
from the backwoods
to the great big city
living on my words
but there aint many
that are even worth
more than a penny
to begin with
to begin with
dont look now
they cant catch you anyway
try somehow
to keep living day to day
what goes round
comes back a better way
baby
with my legs spread
living in the moment
leaves me half dead
and searching for atonement
in some broken bread
the leavings of the lonely
to begin with
to begin with
dont look now
they cant catch you anyway
try somehow
to keep living day to day
what goes round
will come back a better way
baby
and youre running but you cant say where or how
and your loving got a little bit lost somehow
now youre wondering who would raise the cost of now
of now
on this great search
still you aint found lovin
and your body hurts
from all of its runnin
will you finally learn
it dont take nothing to begin with
to begin with
i said it dont take nothing to begin with
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6. |
Starburst
04:01
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7. |
Kazakhstan
03:36
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Just break it
To me now
Break it hard
Shake it out
You can keep
Your cold kisses
To yourself
They fake me out
Freak me out
Fake me out
Or hey
We'd both do better
For a fuck
Scream and shout
Get it out
Get it out
Keep on killin' me
Keep on killin' me
Slowly
Keep on killin'
Just please stop fillin'
My head
My head
My head
Because it's already
Already dead
Already
Already dead
Already
Already dead
Already
Already dead
Just break it
To me now
Break it hard
Shake it out
You can keep
Your cold kisses
To yourself
They fake me out
Freak me out
Fake me out
Or hey
We'd both do better
For a fuck
Scream and shout
Get it out
Get it out
Keep on killin' me
Keep on killin' me
Slowly
Keep on killin'
Just please stop fillin'
My head
My head
My head
Because it's already
Already dead
Already
Already dead
Already
Already dead
Already
Already dead
Why wont you
Cry over
Die over
Me
Why wont you
Cry over
Die over
Me
Why wont you
Cry over
Die over
Me
Why wont you
Cry over
Die over
Me
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead
Already dead
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8. |
El Paso
02:56
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I walked in to find her there
the little white ghost with the short dark hair
i asked if she still cared anymore
anymore
she opened up her mouth
and liquid words came pouring out
she said without a doubt evermore
evermore
while you're still crying
you know he's trying
to keep me from dying
evermore evermore
when did I turn bitch
when did I stop giving a shit
when did I flip that switch
who knows
El Paso I know
El Paso I know
where the desert's always high
and The Franklins fuck the sky
Thunderbird wont look me in the eye
El Paso I know
El Paso I know
well I'm through crying
and he's through trying
to keep me from dying anymore
evermore
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9. |
Chicon
02:30
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I could drive down Chicon
Through the back streets
To his home
On the east side
All alone
Off Riverview
Where the sun and sky turn green
And you can hear
The Strangeboys sing
Drink cans of beer
And blow smoke rings
The whole night through
Da da dadada
Da da dadadada
Da
And in the morning cuss the rain
Hear Alex Jones
Through the speakers again(fuck him)
Switch to Misfits
Watch the record spin
Like our conversations
Da da dadada
Da da dadadada
Oh
And in between the thoughts we're spittin'
From the shit that he's been sniffin'
Another craving brings us closer
Oh my god
It's almost over
Ever need to know another
Just to prove that there are lovers
Ever need to know another
Just to prove that you're a lover still
I could drive down Chicon
Through the back streets
To his home
On the East side
All alone
Off Riverview
But I'll just stay home instead
These bursts of love
Prove I'm not dead
But I can still dream
Of his bed
Off Riverview
Da da dadada
Da da dadadada
Oh
Da da dadada
Da da dadadada
Oh
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10. |
New Yearleans
03:47
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I think you should
Spend New Years Eve with me
I'll drive my truck
Straight up from New Orleans
Yeah
And she'll be filled up
With black cats and bottle rockets
A Holy Roman candle Empire
Lighter in your lover's
Left hand pocket
We'll go
Boom boom boom
'Cause I need to fill your night
Feel the buildup in the blackened heat
Before
Ya see the light
Yeah we'll go
Boom boom boom
And set the night on fire
I got some champagne and PBR on ice
And some shit that'll take us
Higher and higher
We set the neighbor's roof on fire
Then put it out with a water hose
We were lucky he was out of town
And we'll be luckier
If he never knows
That we went
We went
Boom boom boom
And set the night on fire
We watched the smoke go
Higher and higher
Yeah we went
Boom boom boom
And set the night on fire
I'm not sure what is happening here
But it starts with light and heat
Add some friction
And a couple of beers
Spark the fuse to you and me
Yeah here's to you and me
Oh ohhhhh
Whoa whoa
We went
Boom boom boom
And set the night on fire
We went
Boom boom boom
And set the night on fire
And set the night on fire
Fire
Yeah
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11. |
Sallie Mae
02:46
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empty wallet
broke down couch
sister callin'
she knows I'm down
got my piano
I got my pen
I hope she don't mind
I'm not answerin'
no news no news
another's callin'
dear Sallie Mae
I beg her pardon
I cannot pay
but just one more question
before you go
are you guys hiring
I'd like to know
no news no news
no news is good news
I wont bring you down
no use for these blues
to keep traveling 'round
no news is good news
from this tired-ass town
no news no news no news
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12. |
Johannesburg
04:44
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The lions were waiting last night
The grass was green
And not a soul in sight
We walked hand in hand
Through the fading light
Where the lions lay in wait
For my lover
Late last night
I turned when my hand held empty air
And I saw the beast
With midnight oil black hair
I saw him shift to tawny gold
And I couldn't just stand there
So I drew my silver pointed slicer
Out of naked air
And I placed between the bones of chest
Through hide and muscle there
One
Two
Three
Four
The blade had finally caught
And it slid past rubbled rib cage
Til it caught his beating heart
Til it faught his bleeding heart
And it stopped his beating heart
Well
The beast fell back and I flew forward
Rushing to my lover's side
His skin: torn paper
Body broken
I held him until he died
I held him until he died
No No No
The lions were waiting last night
And there's nothing we can do
But be prepared to fight
But even then
We wont all get out alive
When the lions lay in wait
For our lovers late at night
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13. |
The Fall
04:28
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Get used to the fall
Get used to it all
You can pick your head up
Or leave it lying
Try to get up
Or keep on dying
La da da dee da
La da da da da
Get used to the fall
Get used to it all
You can pick your head up
Or leave it lying
Try to get up
Or keep on dying
La da da dee da
La da da da da
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Hope Irish Austin, Texas
Hope Irish is an Austin Texas based musician and songwriter who stumbles the jagged line between slop and pop.
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