1. |
Helen of Troy
01:02
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If you stay,
Or if you go,
A loose and tumbling parasol,
Carving trenches down the back me,
You can run,
And if you're slow,
A confession,
Au naturale.
The bank's burden is a bitch of a beast,
A chronological order of thieves,
They say you're eyes are the ransom of kings,
And they never show anything. So,
Pass that smile to me.
I was strong,
And I was bold,
A man of mention, honorable,
But new tricks to the rabbit we show,
I know it's late,
I know it's cold,
But I'm not leaving till I hear you say,
"We are never going back this way",
'Cause it's harder to leave than to lay,
And it's easy to touch and believe,
Guess thats the story of,
Helen of Troy and me.
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2. |
OMG
03:20
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Oh my god, you said you looked better,
But you're crying all the time,
Half a life to give away,
But you cannot spare a dime,
You were born the runt of the litter,
But you grew into a lioness, in time.
Oh my god, you said you looked better,
But you haven't slept a wink,
We could be deplorable,
The vagrant and the minx,
We could be the birds of a feather,
Flying home before the sunset sinks.
Here we go, they said,
We stay still,
As not to show,
There's a heart,
And it's constantly aching,
And it breaks, breaks, breaks,
It's so alone out here,
My love.
And one, sad wish,
We make as,
The final breath,
Is escaping,
And it falls, falls, falls,
It's so alone out here,
My love.
Oh my god, you said you looked better,
But you're lying on the couch,
Half a life invisible,
Steal the words from my mouth,
Are we just a blip on the radar?
Finally found, but faintly fading out?
Oh my god, they said you feel better,
But you're crying all the time,
A thousand poems to pen today,
And you cannot spare a rhyme,
You were born the runt of the litter,
But you grew into a lioness, in time.
They said,
We stay still,
As not to show,
There's a heart,
And it's constantly aching,
And it breaks, breaks, breaks,
It's so alone out here,
My love.
And one, sad wish,
We make as,
The final breath,
Is escaping,
And it falls, falls, falls,
It's so alone out here,
My love.
It's so alone out here,
My love.
It's so alone out here,
My love.
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3. |
I Used to Live Here
03:07
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I cannot commit,
And I cannot remember,
And I am not too sure of myself,
Said the silhouette we painted on,
The wall.
We'll be leaning on the railing,
And leaning on the doorway,
And sitting on this cold cement,
There's a lunatic we lost inside,
The hall.
As you fumble with the keys,
What am I good for?
But lust, eventually,
And you never say anything,
So say, you'll stay with me,
'Cause I used to live here.
I cannot believe it,
And I am so embarrassed,
And I will make a fool of myself,
As the green cathedral leads you home,
This evening.
I'll be hanging off the spire,
And floating down the wires,
I'll shake until this pedestal falls,
I will spread across the ice till you,
Can reach me.
As you fumble with the keys,
What am I good for?
But lust, eventually,
And you never say anything,
So say, you'll stay with me,
'Cause I used to live here.
Let's go!
As you fumble with the keys,
What am I good for?
But lust, eventually,
And you never say anything,
So say, you'll stay with me,
'Cause I used to live here.
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4. |
Collide, Retreat
02:04
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Voices, collapse to sleep,
Collide, retreat,
Orchids, check in, then leave,
Collide, retreat.
I understated the shocking truth,
So pour out the wine you wanted to.
I hear collected dust,
Collide, retreat,
Roses around your feet,
Collide, retreat,
(and it washes over me like a searchlight in the black)
I understated the shocking truth,
So pour out the wine you wanted to.
I understated the shocking truth,
So pour down the wine you wanted to.
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5. |
Free Love
02:32
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Free love,
If we had one collective voice,
Asking to relieve us,
From harm, today.
You're crazy,
'Cause you know,
The whole world could fall apart,
Asking to enjoy this,
And then walk away.
All the lovers were saying to each other,
How the squares don't understand,
It's so much better in his hands,
She said, he said, she said...
When you were younger,
You said you had a fire in your heart,
I'm asking to believe this,
Does it burn today?
You're crazy,
'Cause you know,
The whole world could fall apart,
I'm asking to believe this,
As you walk away.
All the lovers were saying to each other,
How the squares don't understand,
It's so much better in her hands,
She said, she said, she said...
Free love,
Free love,
Free love.
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6. |
Sober
03:51
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And the compass rose,
That you bequeath,
As the water drips,
Off the balcony,
I stuttered a bit,
And I said your name,
I'll pour this out,
If you'll stay,
This is for the last time...
And of all the things,
You gave to me,
The kind of letters we send,
On anniversaries,
I stumbled a bit,
And I slurred your name,
I'll pour this out,
If you'll stay,
This is for the last time...
I'm sober...
Sober...
This is for the last time...
And the compass rose,
That you bequeath,
While the water drips,
Down the back of me,
I stumbled a bit,
And I said my name,
I'll pour this out,
Someday,
This is for the last time...
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7. |
Sleeping Contest
02:36
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Oh, my dear,
Is it your first time?
Beginner's luck?
Or have I fallen off my game?
Late last night,
We closed the bar down,
You call a cab or stay,
I swear it's all the same,
Blackout arranged!
Everything you know,
Is locked inside a dream,
There's a million little faces,
Figuring,
That the cops will have to call,
Another kind of the police,
To save you,
From everything you've seen,
You're running up the score,
And I'm stealing all the sheets,
And in thirty minutes time,
You'll be shivering,
As hard as you may try,
You'll still be waking up with me,
And I wonder,
How long can you sleep?
Oh, my dear,
Is this a pastime?
If not to wake,
Instead to sleep the day away,
Late last night,
We were a gold-mine,
I was all out of luck,
Till I spilled your perfect face,
Blackout arranged!
Everything you know,
Is locked inside a dream,
There's a million little faces,
Figuring,
That the cops will have to call,
Another kind of the police,
To save you,
From everything you've seen,
You're trying really hard,
And I'm stealing all the sheets,
And in thirty minutes time,
You'll be shivering,
As hard as you may try,
You'll still be waking up with me,
And I wonder,
How long can you sleep?
Oh, my dear,
Is this the worst time?
A notch in the bed-frame?
Or a move in the head-game?
All for a place to lay.
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Maryanne, Maryanne,
Listen to me,
This self-serving fortress,
Will not set you free,
You're killing the mirror,
You look at yourself,
You come to my doorway,
But I'm all strung-out,
An Oscar for actress,
Was here all the while,
This pretty young reject,
Has elbowed her way,
Back in style.
They want to defile you,
They don't want to see,
The creepy wood horses,
You keep.
And they say!
Maryanne, Maryanne,
What have you done?
You've candled these letters,
To help you along,
So give up the window,
And gather yourself,
Make free down the hallway,
And pull on your dress,
An Oscar for actress,
Was here all the while,
This pretty young reject,
Has elbowed her way,
Back in style.
They want to defile you,
They don't want to see,
The creepy wood horses,
You keep.
And they say!
Maryanne, Maryanne,
Listen to me,
This self-serving fortress,
Will not set you free,
You're killing the mirror,
You kiss it to death,
Make free down the hallway,
And pull on your dress,
An actor for actress,
Was here all the while,
This pretty young reject,
Has elbowed our way,
Back in style.
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9. |
Meditation
03:32
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I am just a little secret,
You keep,
I am just a deviant,
On business trips,
I am just a phonograph.
The needle, you drop in,
I am just a sewer rat,
You've draped in leopard skin.
I want to be a little secret,
You keep,
I want to be a deviant,
Everyday,
I want to be the pagan temple,
Where you pray,
I want to be the gutter where,
You drink yourself away.
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10. |
Secret Show
01:36
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I hear a rumor from a friend who works down at the radio,
And he said,
The band goes on at 2,
We can hitch a train to that dump on the Lower East Side,
Where you know,
We can sneak in flasks of booze,
'Cause what have we got to lose?
(let's go)
To the secret show,
(let's go)
To the secret show,
(let's go)
To the secret show.
Old geezer was a cool kid,
Last time the original line-up played,
Back in 1994,
I heard that they're playing all the songs,
Off their first two albums,
Yeah, the shit we like,
Like we waited here,
Our whole damn lives for.
(alright)
To the secret show,
(let's go)
To the secret show,
(let's go)
To the secret show.
(let's go)
To the secret show,
(let's go)
To the secret show,
(let's go)
To the secret show.
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11. |
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We,
We haven't even met,
We haven't even shared a bed,
Or broken a vow instead.
Me,
With my hands between my knees,
Dreaming of catastrophe,
Broken lines release,
And the cardboard city falls.
And the city will,
Fall.
You,
You spread your wings apart,
From fingertips to bleeding heart,
The radio believes,
In the sea,
And the enemy beneath,
This apartment in the sumer heat,
Open the walls to breathe,
And the cardboard city will fall.
And the city will,
Fall.
Fall down.
We,
We haven't even met,
We haven't even shared a bed,
Or broken a vow instead.
But the sea,
And the enemy beneath,
This apartment in the sumer heat,
Open the walls to breathe,
And the cardboard city falls.
And the city will,
Fall.
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12. |
Red Car
03:36
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She drove a red car,
Over the state line,
She can't remember,
Saying goodbye,
The highway pulls her,
Deeper into the night,
She drove a red car,
Over the state line,
Yeah, the state line.
I can't believe the crushing blow,
I can't connect the dots,
From home,
To go go go go go go go go.
She drove a red car,
Over the interstate,
The drugs, and love, and lust,
Will take all the blame,
Fill-ups and tolls are,
They are the price you pay,
The price you pay,
To be a free bird,
Flying this highway,
This highway.
I can't believe the crushing blow,
I can't connect the dots,
From home,
To go go go go go go go go.
Go away.
(well that's fine, well that's fine....)
(with me)
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The Planes Brooklyn, New York
The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste. ... more
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