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Polphin
02:37
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2. |
Popoff
03:04
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Gustavo
04:10
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We're in our bedroom after the war.
Our clothes are thrown all over the floor.
The doors and windows are boarded and locked.
The final blasts go off in coughs.
In our bed is a silent alarm
that keeps us safe when we are unarmed
and causing violence only to us.
Damaging with bite marks and cuts.
Because I am young and so in...
with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in.
Show me all your details in the war
and that it is best to just ignore.
The dead are buried in our backyard.
The flowers grow their still in our hearts.
We plot their names with stolen art.
It's more of a map and less of a chart.
Because I am young and so in...
with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in.
Show me all your details in the war
and that it is best to just ignore.
Because I am young and so in...love
with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in.
Show me all your details.
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4. |
In The Pocket
03:58
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Got your hand on the dial,
the beat is the charm you fall for every time,
but you're not one of them.
Hear the soloist cry,
the microphone spits out the intricate lines.
Are you one of them?
No you're not the one to show them where they're going to.
I'm here in the pocket,
and you're a moving target.
It's just a matter of trance,
the rush that you get when you're in front of the band.
You're not one of them.
It's just a question of soul,
passionate pause and complete control,
so you're not one of them.
No you're not the one to show them where they're going to.
I'm here in the pocket,
and you're a moving target.
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Here's your poem
the only one I ever wrote.
It's from the heart,
yet lacking any
flames or sparks.
So just tear it apart.
And when you complain that romance is dead
I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.”
Cause you've given up on the trials of love.
You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard.
Lover so gracefully
you trade your bows
for delusions of grandeur
that you've made up.
So just tear it apart.
And when you complain that romance is dead
I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.”
Cause you've given up on the trials of love.
You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard.
And you cried with your jewelry tears
onto your painted mirror.
And when you complain that romance is dead
I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.”
Cause you've given up on the trials of love.
You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard.
You yearn for the loves that have come and gone.
Foolish heart, you try too hard.
When you complain that romance is dead, I'll say
“It is not true, it's only you, fool.”
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6. |
Hammer On
01:00
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For this band I have no emotion.
'Shady Cairn' could drop in the ocean
and float on the tiniest vessel,
and there'd be no regret left to wrestle.
For the truth is I'm not of them,
my aesthetics are much less country.
I long to seek the future,
and all they care for is the past.
I feel just like Brandon Reilly in The Movielife
Though I love the business, something about it just don't feel right.
When you're exploring those places that your chops just cannot go.
The past and future.
Give me seconds in reverse
and I'll show you wicked verse.
All these things you've never heard about me.
Past and future.
I can write you a song man,
I can promise that it won't be boring
trite and overwrought nonsense,
but I could give a fuck if you'd like it.
Cause my songs are my greatest virtue,
they can wrap around and seduce you,
my songs are my greatest honor, kick back
tell me where you're honoured.
Cause I'm just like Brandon Reilly in The Movielife
Though I love the business, something about it just don't feel right.
When you're exploring those places that your chops just cannot go.
The past and future.
Give me seconds in reverse
and I'll show you wicked verse.
All these things you've never heard about me.
Past and future.
When you're exploring those places that your chops just cannot go.
(NO JOHNS)
Past and future.
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No Johns New York, New York
No Johns sound like the party you went to last night: whether you want to groove and chill or dance and yell. They are not to be ignored, blasting out both the tenants and your eardrums in one song only.
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