1. |
hell to pay
01:22
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you've got hell to pay...
but that ain't bad.
there's something always better...
worth saying is worse.
maybe driving by your house
will make you at home...
because someone's always there for you.
i want them there for me too.
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2. |
farming communities
01:52
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i'll show the way to the basement,
if you shove me down from the rooftop.
we'll drive the track like we're idiots!
don't ever say that i didn't warn you.
her wheels have been run through!
take the keys away!
gettin' older day by day!
i always thought about ghosts, pharmacies,
and the cops that used to be punks...
in grade school
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3. |
sofa king
02:32
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it's not a question of fault
of south-bound soft derelict
there's a new paramedic
for calamity's sake
call my name on a whim,
answer comes back in rain
lose yourself in the weather
could it happen again?
chorus:
i don't think we could ever get along,
bombed down by drag
and i don't think we could ever sleep alone.
to keep me warm
make french kissing a crime
a backyard sunset strip
it's not the carpenter's fault
we'll be serving hard time
sure of self/uninsured
is it first on yer list
upset your mother with unsavory gifts
chorus
i'm a sofa king
this is what you asked for
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4. |
girlfriend
01:47
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youth in charge
disciplinary report
pray safe landing
in your own airport.
your girlfriend is suffering
from a lack of attention.
cause your trial.
error your effect
house on fire
make the call collect
drinking..........
organizing everything we own.
ensuring us the safest trip back home
the longing will outlive the clothes we wear.
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5. |
descendants
02:00
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descendants of a former breed
working to imaginate by passing
passive vanity and an ever growing
wardrobe no one believes
there's nothing to believe in
anymore we got it bad and
we made it worse committing
is impossible of course it's
not impossible to believe
in the possibility that
dirty kids on ecstasy have
arguments you can agree
with the world is open but
your wallet is empty now.
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6. |
occupation
02:38
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miles away from the war zone,
underneath a little catastrophe-
woke up to find some star's head,
sold my last ticket the walking dead.
figure the factories have closed their doors,
all my little beauty marks are off to saturn.
enemies fighting over turkish goods,
i left your golf course back in the woods,
where you should be, alone with me,
maybe we'll know what it's like feeling occupied...
you'd feel small if you were occupied.
just like a foreigner, your mother and i will come
with armies blazin and save every amazin son.
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7. |
former babies
01:36
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concentrated lovers walk...
distance how the high schools rock...
former babies and backstreet lights,
afraid of types that lurk these streets.
oh the wandering eyes...
come on let's play hesitation.
all i ask is a destination.
someone falls but no one listens,
sanctuary!
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8. |
red dawn
02:30
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red dawn on my ghost head.
mysterious like your breath
take three steps to the market
the graveyard boys
they're out to get you
they're out to save the queen
among ten thousand friends
and when will it end, my darling one?
christmas gifts on wedding days, so temporary
and when we kissed there
and knew that we would die
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9. |
handlebars
01:12
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10. |
j'amais
02:31
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our floating angels never to return again
i sing and praise and shout
i'm calling out his name
floating architects are tripping just the same
your body soaks itself into a snowy grave
once we laughed at the crosses above our heads
and where women tied their frocks and put children to bed
a sickness takes us to a place we never were
a bright and shiny place where all good boys deserve
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11. |
top gun
03:57
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at the fireman's bake sale
you were better off inflammable
to burn off this immaculate mess
imitation, yeah that's where i'm from
but i ain't going back until they change the name
i am an unstoppable force and you...
you are my weakness.
are you a doomed generation
lost in lofty penetration
i can't hurt you here
i would never hurt you, you hear!
is your safety regulated
by the picture frame, i made it!
sitting still would be so bold
like you were made of miner's gold.
i am an unstoppable force and you...
you are my wing-man!
is there any use in organizing
vaguely caustic pantomimes
take the past for example
mobs were seldom useful
attacking my diaphragm
but only god is dead
and i found that the best scripts
were written by the audience and
everyone involved was led astray
as the prophets say
it's so predictable
and the ice comes from falling down
and i alone am there to catch it
and i can never die
because i am truly guilty
i am an unstoppable force
and you are my wing-man
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12. |
citalivinded
01:38
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sometimes a fuzzy picture
makes these headphones more
insincere than a blow to the head.
and i meant what i said
but only if the pilot isn't breathing.
his dark eyes cross the barroom
drains our fuel now or so it seems
that our favorite teams won't be finishing the race
an orgiastic disaster for wingspan
gray rat hey hey ace
we built our homes over oceans
draining our fuel from the atmosphere
i won't back down now.
i can't back down from the temptation
to be so unemployable
my resume will always say
i fought very well.
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13. |
raving notion
02:18
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sometimes i feel so overcast,
a raving notion to become half-mast
she said marriage was a passing phase,
outgrown only by a loss in status
waiting for a man who will take the
shape of his fading shadow
shoe box housing the photographs,
taken two years before the crash
space wasted and threats discarded
the collection plate that i left unguarded
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Carrie Nations (Athens, GA) Athens, Georgia
carrie nations was a band from athens, georgia that played energetic basement pop and bedroom punk songs from 2001 to 2006.iIan mccord and andré gallant played guitar and sang, jon andrews played bass, and forrest effer played the drums. we played loud, fast, sweetly, and sincerely. we meant every word and believed in every chord. ... more
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