1. |
Screwball
04:54
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2. |
Truth
04:18
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3. |
Big Sur
06:37
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Our walls fall down just like the maple leaves,
New ground no tested patience, please,
Don't let me waiver from this guise,
Her soured soul, deluminated dreams,
Compound a past frustration's ease,
Her mind by following this road,
Well that's a pretty little face for a pretty little town,
That we wonder through, yeah,
With each new turn a door swings open and I feel,
I understand you,
If we should leave today, I know we'll find another way,
To keep our fears of old at bay, unravelling the lace of life,
cos its our time, and its our place,
I said hey, Big Sur,
She's had frozen eyes since last december's breeze,
Provides me all I'll ever need, her vinyl faceless down the line,
And music paints the newly vacant sky, something she can't remember lies,
Beneath our troubled waters draining away,
Well that's a pretty little face for a pretty little town,
That we wonder through, yeah,
With each new turn a door swings open and I feel,
I understand you,
If we should leave today, I know we'll find another way,
To keep our fears of old at bay, unravelling the lace of life,
cos its our time, and its our place,
oh she said,
Baby, oh you better bring it on home,
Baby, oh you better bring it on, home, yeah she said,
Baby, oh you better bring it on home, yeah, she said,
Baby oh you better listen to me,
The winding roads are happy endings, sweet release her tender mind,
I know I'll make sure she gets what she needs,
Well that's a pretty little face for a pretty little town,
That we wonder through, yeah,
With each new turn a door swings open and I feel,
I understand you,
If we should leave today, I know we'll find another way,
To keep our fears of old at bay, unravelling the lace of life,
cos its our time, and its our place,
I said hey, Big Sur,
Hey, Big Sur,
Hey, Big Sur, hey
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4. |
Isn't That A Boys Name?
05:46
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Well I had the highest hopes for you, but I knew you had to fall,
Our lives it seems aren't quite in tune, no no it seems not at all,
You make it real real hard to empathise, to treat you how I'd like,
But it seems somebody got here first, well never mind,
You made yourself seem so innocent, and this was your first crime,
Grinding down your opposition, your conscience takes its time,
Girl, hey you got some explaining to do, and woman you've got it in spades,
Oh, I'm so tired of listening to your verbal mutilation of the truth, my patience is running dry, yeah,
Wasted, its criminal complacence,
Potential all but traces, left behind from someone else,
Oh and isn't that a boys name?
Virtues, written on the table,
and now you've rocked your cradle, your sweetness screams and hits the ground,
But maybe you don't quite deserve the blame, see its too late,
You threw it all away
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5. |
Good Stuff
03:44
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Living life behind the lens, with your finger on the trigger,
Find it hard to find the time, to link out minds together,
We set our hopes high, yeah, and we reinforced these walls,
Gotta get away, get away the good stuff,
Dig deep find what you're looking for,
Gotta get away, get away the good stuff,
Damn straight we knock you mother fuckers to the floor,
Now we found ourselves a fresh start, committed to this vision,
Take the pressure down yeah, and we unified decisions,
We survived, uprisen from the fall
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6. |
Kindred Spirit
06:44
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The nature of your head just seems dishevelled,
Floating on a distant dream so lightly you tread,
Encapsulating sweetness under your tongue,
The tablet of life says that serenely we are one,
My kindred spirit sings along, she never smiles for free,
Her back is like a riddle son, she'll never be complete,
You can treat her like a hooker man, she likes it when you're strong,
and you can watch her talons strip away, anything you thought was wrong,
Cos she's so dark, and devine,
And she's coming for you,
Hold you up against me for a moment, realise you are frozen long since dead inside,
All the colour draining from your sweet lips,
Maybe its too much for me just not enough time,
You can dye your hair and hide your face,
I feel your skin, so delicate like lace,
Your fragile frame is tattered and torn,
Your warning's gone, now you can't wait,
Can't wait, can't wait,
Victim of your own infatuation, with making yourself seem so much less than you deserve,
Prisoner to the men who held the dreams in your head away,
Seems the light is coming through and I'm here to break their ways,
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7. |
Our False Life
03:36
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I've learned my lesson now I look back on this life,
See through obsession tailored to every little lie,
Lows always come through clearly, love is lost and glass is broken here,
Bold clouds just seem to follow and all they do is bring us fear,
Come run with me, you're faster than I thought,
You'll learn drastically, you can't control my force,
And you're telling me, it'll be fine,
Try to tame me, but this dream's mine,
Ways you treat me, its all clear,
You're in the mindset, but it ain't fear,
You bring me a new light, completing our false life,
The lower, the mindless,
See through them and their mess,
You choose me, and my way,
Our false life the pulse fades,
Holding off I'm waiting for love, lost your vail its taste on my tongue,
It's always been straining me but its never in the way,
The city calls us, though it only seems to taunt us into running out of this hell,
Come run with me, you're faster than I thought,
You'll learn drastically, you can't control my force,
And you're telling me, it'll be fine,
Try to tame me, but this dream's mine,
Ways you treat me, its all clear,
You're in the mindset, but it ain't fear,
You bring me a new light, completing our false life,
The lower, the mindless,
See through them and their mess,
You choose me, and my way,
Our false life the pulse fades,
The pulse fades, the pulse fades, the pulse fades,
Come run with me, you're faster than I thought,
You'll learn drastically, you can't control my force,
And you're telling me, it'll be fine,
Try to tame me, but this dream's mine,
Way you treat me, it ain't fair,
You're in a mindset, but it ain't fear,
You bring me a new light, completing our false life,
The lower, the mindless,
See through them and their mess,
You choose me, and my way,
Our false life the pulse fades,
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8. |
Beautiful Disarray
09:42
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