1. |
Introduction
01:24
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2. |
Juice
02:49
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Verse 1
Over out out
I’ll shut my mouth
I do not doubt
[You have] something to say
[My] drink’s almost out
[And] I’ll be on my route
[Un]less you can spout
Something to make me stay
Chorus
Come tell me something softly
I hear secrets often
Rumors are all false and
Secrets might be true
I swear I won’t mention
It might need intervention
We’ll all need some contention
To see this thing through
Verse 2
Lifted and done
Take a seat son
I can be someone
To spill some juice for
I know we’ve just met
But your eyes are wet
And my thirst is set
Waiting for it to pour
Chorus
Chorus
Lai Lai
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3. |
Panacea
04:14
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Verse 1a
I try to roll it out in stages
I try to break into the symphony
But gimme a break with all the noise
Gimmie a break from all the anti-sympathy
Verse 1b
Call it an argument in plain view
Call it a cure to fuckin cancer
I won’t take your panacea
I won’t take your shitty answer
Chorus
Call it systemic indecision
Call it a day spent well in bed
I will try hard not to hurt you
Take you to new places instead
Call it righteous indignation
Call him the last hero of the west
We all turn our heads
Because, who are we to say what’s best
Verse 2a
I’ll never break that smell of danger
I’ll never shake that sense of guilt
For all the deeds I haven’t done yet
And hope to call them well spilt milk
Verse 2b
It’s anti-identity and bollocks
It’s all I’ve ever said and more
But happiness in the smell of dirt
Is found face down on the floor
Chorus
Spoken Bridge
I want to identify some people
That have found some thing to worship
That isn’t wealth or youth our power
That gives us something shared and something perfect
Chorus
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4. |
Nicotine
03:01
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Verse 1
I can see all the words I’m gonna say
Flashing in my mind on marquee display
I write my words with continuous lines
To hide the fact my thoughts are discretized
I burned my notebooks and I burned all my art
In the dead of night, to wake up fresh start
To quit a part of me to ardently dismiss it
But when I close my eyes sleep doesn’t visit
Chorus
I smoked those cigarettes to trade my time
For camaraderie and piece of mind
But all the that writing and the lucid dreams
Came before the nicotine
Verse 2
Who watches over us who stops to contain
The wherewithal, gumption and sweet aspertame
I’ll never know you but I’ll know a part
And for some time I’ll hold it in my heart
I never liked the way it rains
So fine and misty you have to squint and strain
I love it when the drops bulge at the seems
And break on you and in seconds you’re clean
Chorus
Post-Chorus
I tried to control
My immediate world
But I was floored
By the flow of it all
And with a rush of disgust
Mixed up with the lust
I went blank
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5. |
Weekend
05:33
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Clarinet Intro
Verse 1
I wanna dance with you in innocent time
Spin you round to see your face through the light
[I wanna] smell you sweating from the heat of it all
[Until you] feel it dripping from your forehead and arms
[Around me], around my neck and you know I’m all yours
Come into kiss me, just to be sure
To hold you closely is never close enough
[As the] world dissolves around
Us
Chorus
We could try to make a weekend
[But] I just wanna sleep in
We know we could just up and skip that
Just draw lines on eachothers’ backs
Chorus
Verse 2
I wanna dance with you in innocent time
Spin you round to see your face through the light
[I wanna] smell you sweating from the heat of it all
[Until you] feel it dripping from your forehead and arms
[Around me], around my neck and you know I’m all yours
Come into kiss me, just to be sure
To hold you closely is never close enough
[As the] world resolves around
Us
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6. |
But Come Pirate Day
01:14
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7. |
Meadow View
03:20
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Harp Intro
Verse 1
They closed down the school
They’re damming up the river
Nobody can fight it
And we’re not going back
No we’re not going back
The ponderosa pines
Don’t change with the seasons
But they burn in the summertime
When the berries turn black
The berries all turn black
Slide intermediate
Verse 2
Burning needles in the backyard
I swore to myself not to miss her
To backtrack the trail of the pioneers
[They came] here with the promise of treasure
[They came] here with the promise of treasure
[Whether it’s the] 405 or the Golden Gate
We all have our reasons
For saying goodbye to that meadow view
But oh it was a pleasure
Oh it was a pleasure
Oh it was a pleasure
Oh it was a pleasure
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