1. |
The Rewrite
04:12
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I am a mammal from the last century
I’ll tell you what no twitter account has told me
Who are you friend that I’ve never seen
You wouldn’t follow me now if you knew where I’d been
We drove our car to a class of chi-qong
Planning to do what I always do wrong
Stick my tongue out try to pick a fight
I’m just a boy who turned man overnight
« Do me a favor. It can’t wait »
« I got to get somewhere and I’m always too late »
Never short of reasons
Great or small
Never short of reasons
Oh, I can’t explain
My neighbors are busy chasing their tails
Barking and biting in voices that scare
Me into thinking
The fence needs some fixing
I need to get out for a glass of fresh air
Simon is waiting alone at the bar
Laughing and hiding his own little scars
He tells me the stories playing the part
Drinking the smokes from his fickle heart
“Nothing is easy and more is lame”
Go through the motions that I can’t explain
I smile and silence my breath away
Kill or be killed
It’s the end of the day
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2. |
Out Of
03:36
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You are a ray of light
In the rain and the dark
A mix of teeth and tongue
Don’t lose your words for me
I can only hear you
The quiver in your mouth
I’ve drunk myself out
I still blush when you’re cheeky
I’m a bearded boy
With a crooked sword
Been out of work
So long it hurts
Out of practice
I can’t help this
Bring me back where I belong
The shows all in the past
I’ m trying to make it last
With no make up on
I’ll blow smoke in your eyes
And pretend you are blind
I’m focused on everything
Anything I can throw in
This conversation of lies
Don’t lose your words for me
I can only hear you
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3. |
You, Operator
04:06
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Flying on your censorship
Dreaming dreams of endless streams
Oh my god, is it true ?
Can you please put me through ?
Laughing softly in your ear
Bringing back some hidden fear
In your mind with your words
Left around for good luck
Oh operator ! Hear my call
Howlin’ lonesome on my fall
In and out, would you please
Just find out what it means
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4. |
Summer Ends
05:23
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Now it’s the end of the world
But when I was a boy
In the backseat
Holding the fort
The engines roar
And fight a war
For my sister’s toys
They were better than my own
Like sand in my shoes
It’s staying with me
On every trip
Can’t shake this song off
A ticket to ride
Won’t hold still
The merry go round will be
My only tattoo
Against all this backdrop
Runs a single ceiling fan
Burning my tan off
I’m still hoping I’ll fit in
Ice cubes and water
It waxes and wanes
It’s kind of strange
How every summer ends
I’m there watching the casket
When this goes away
They say I won’t forget
But nothing stays true after a while
I make amends
And against all this backdrop
Runs a single ceiling fan
It gets oh so warm
I’m still hoping I’ll fit in
Ice cubes and water
It waxes and wanes
It’s kind of strange
How every summer ends
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5. |
Wavelength
04:50
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Will you tell me where to go?
And all that I don’t know
Can you help when?
I ‘m here waiting
Will you tell me what to play
I always go astray
I’ll be cheerful
If not careful
So long, curse and luck
I never catch that wave
Again
Will you come and will you stay
Everyone’s too far away
Hell is lonely
It burns slowly
Will you make my bed
And maybe clean my head
I’m ready
When you need me
So long, curse and luck
I’ll never catch that wave
Again
Here’s the drum
Plain and dumb
Washing the shore
Begging for more
The more things last
It strains our past
No one to blame
I’ll do what I can
The fire in flames
Where ashes give in
Hell is lonely
It burns slowly
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6. |
Captionned (if anything)
05:51
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Turned to the wall
When was the last time you called?
The picture is too close the room is too dark
Let’em drink their drinks and hear’em bark
At the lazy drops of rain
A clementine from Corsica or Spain
Peels off like a brand new pair of snakeskin boots
Can I measure the extent of our deepest roots ?
I will not save
Myself
Turned to the wall
Trying to read what was scrawled
Agna agna mai agna agna mai agna agna
Say What? What’s that again?
Can we still be friends?
Bonus footage on a sequel we could name
After our sisters children if anything
Turned to the wall
Long ago I forgot I bawled
It’s Thursday and the week is still young
It’s warm and the world won’t be long
I will not save
Myself
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7. |
Public Eye
03:42
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Don’t put your blade on my neck
Hold on you know you can wait
This never worked out for me
I know you’re bored I can see
I’m just that man I guess
Rotten bones and weak flesh
Oh
There’s nothing else I do
And none of this is true
Playing ‘til you care
Oh no.
While I think of something to say
You’ve already run away
My looks are deceiving it’s true
Time always gives up on you
I still stick out my neck
Too much left I can’t take
Oh
There’s nothing else I do
And none of this is true
Playing ‘til you care
Oh no.
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