1. |
Come
03:54
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Come; walking through the sun
Bringing down the neighbourhood
You're no fun;
Watch all the sparks; appointed; too rough;
In fever;
Wash down the scars with heavy guitars
I'm shivering, drunk and wasted; I'm hearing them
Come; walking through the sun;
Bringing down the goverment;
You're no fun; Watch all the sparks, avoid your thoughts
The point is that they cannot hear us
No boss, no fuss, no fame;
The beat of a drum
Wash down the scars with heavy guitars
I'm shivering, drunk and wasted; I'm hearing them
Come; walking through the sun;
Bringing down the neighbourhood;
You're no fun; Watch all the sparks, avoid your thoughts
The point is that they cannot hear us
No boss, no fuss, no fame;
The beat of a drum
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2. |
Cold Turkey
03:02
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I wish you could be where the cars don't go;
And I wish you could know what the eyes can't see,
That's it, I'm going cold turkey;
I wish I could guess when the time will pass
And friends will scatter all around the clock;
Will you talk or are you going out?
Light another candle may your wish come true;
If an icy Coca-Cola is a medicine then that's it,
I'm going cold turkey, YEAH-YEAH
Born in the suburbs; I've heard this story once before;
Nothing new; I swear a god it's true
Now it's party time, go pour yourself a drink,
Become a different guy; you're so fun; you're so legit;
And the drunk and stoned philosophy - only ever remedy
I could find tonight when everything seemed right;
Friends will keep you warm and drugs will come in slow,
Now try and take a walk when your mind is dripping low,
Habits are hard to kick, I'm going cold turkey - YEAH YEAH
Born in the suburbs; I've heard this story once before;
Nothing new; I swear a god it's true
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3. |
This is your House
02:42
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I AINT GOT NO HEART
AINT GOT NO MIND
AINT GOT NO WORDS TO DEFINE THESE EYES
THIS IS YOUR HOUSE
THIS IS YOUR LIFE
THIS IS THE JOB YOU'LL DO ALL NIGHT
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4. |
Post Soviet Post Mortem
05:25
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Those beneath us are the ones who need us
You've let somebody else take our place
Cry us a river, cross your little fingers
You've let somebody else take our place
I’m addicted to conception of affectionate narration
Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection
A bald man’s statue in the middle of a square
I love this land, dog
Express the extraordinary need for demonstration
Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation
A black building, white building, green building, people singing:
I love this land, but
Mother of god, was all of it worth it?
Don’t stand in the doorway; Oh, don’t block up the hall
WE ARE DONE
Christmas present; Life is not that pleasant
All those idols are not worth your time
The words are forgotten, they’re drowning in the water
Where’s the beauty in your ordinary life?
We’re fallen idols begging for your kindness
Do you remember all the songs we used to play?
We bow in your presence; Hope you buy our record
Don’t let somebody else take our place
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5. |
Ego Disco
04:09
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Beats me; Why would you go on the road as a little toad?
And talk about things that you’ll never know;
As you think about a book with a different look,
A god wearing a stash a handful of good loop
Breath the air of an unelected mayor
Boy I’d like to own just a lock of her hair
Scratch your itch my independent bitch
Squeeze the body tight and keep it from the light
Cus’ I know where you’ve been and I know where you’re headed
I know where you’ve been and I know where you’re headed
If only I had been a sailor I’d sail the seven seas
If only I had been a painter I’d paint my body green
If only I had been a superman I’d save myself and let you choke
If only I had been a lover I’d love this silly thing playing on
You’re freaky; Why would you be such a cold and obnoxious person?
Dribbling on my name, saying boredom is certain
As you think about a god with a mighty heart
Ruin the illustration; we’ll be out of luck
Breath the air of an unelected mayor
Boy I’d like to own just a lock of her hair
Scratch your itch my independent bitch
Squeeze the body tight and keep it from the light
Cus’ I know where you’ve been and I know where you’re headed
I know where you’ve been and I know where you’re headed
If only I had been a sailor I’d sail the seven seas
If only I had been a painter I’d paint my body green
If only I had been a superman I’d save myself and let you choke
If only I had been a lover I’d love this silly thing playing on
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6. |
Midi Waltz
03:58
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Saint Peter's beside me; No matter where they find me;
I trust that you feel it; I guess we still believe it;
We'll hunt for extinction; I'll get right back to you somehow
This city keeps blinking, I'd rather drown myself in
The ocean than live as another fish in the tank
I hope that you'll be there if I got back to you somehow
And so it goes; We're not cold enough to miss the warmth
Unconscious behavior will ruin our perfect day out
I know you're reluctant to start a new adventure
No trouble, no worries; I'll get right back to you somehow
Farewell now, I'm leaving; I don't know if I'll be back
Take care of your sacred and sweet imagination
This ship is out sailing; I think I'm leaving here for good
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7. |
Morning Sunday Bloom
04:30
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Roses fall, your mind is calling for you
Ten hundred walls around you
Feel the morning sunday bloom
Roses fall, your mind is calling for you
Ten hundred walls around you
Feel the morning sunday bloom
Roses fall, your mind is calling for you
Ten hundred walls around you
Feel the morning sunday bloom
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8. |
Nausea
05:22
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9. |
Cranes Are Flying
03:53
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10. |
Midnight Ride
04:24
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11. |
Fish Tank
03:37
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Wake me up and send me shiver
Roll over butter fingers
Break me down and beat me senseless
Laugh over being resentful
Drug my insides, fry my brains out
Salt and pepper to adjust the taste right
Invade my state and take me over
Burn down those trembling bridges
Cross the river, sail the ocean
I've become another fish in the tank
Cross the system away from nonsense
Hundred years of solitude is not enough
To change the status quo that you've
Set so long ago, you've set so long ago
Bring me coffee with cream, with sugar I
Know you've seen me on a cover of a magazine
You bought just to fill the crossword
With all those words that never made any sense
To you and no sense to me or a
Velvet goddess on a tiny silver screen
Wake me up and send me shiver
Roll over butter fingers
Break me down and beat me senseless
Laugh over being resentful
Drug my insides, fry my brains out
Salt and pepper to adjust the taste right
Invade my state and take me over
Burn down those trembling bridges
Cross the river, sail the ocean
I've become another fish in the tank
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12. |
Almost There (A Lullaby)
03:38
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13. |
Diane
05:33
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Surfing in daydreams
With someone to play with
Need her attention
Need her
Diane
Young and destracted
Warmly reactive
Someday they'll reach out
But nobody's there yet for
Diane
It stops when we are busy
It drags when we are bored
The doctors found a problem
In her little lungs
She only loves the people
With whom she falls apart
She only loves the people
With whom she falls apart
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Bedford Falls Tbilisi, Georgia
We're an indie-rock band from Tbilisi, Georgia creating modern musical masterpieces, nothing special.
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