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Pilgrims Loot
04:33
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Oh Any
04:06
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Well the processing rooms, of the broken pay phones
Flags are burned, collapsed vending machines
And across the bay, the runway lights they sway
A blinding taunt, for a travelling vaccine
Oh Any, why do, you make them boys cry
You know that, you really don’t have to try
Just pull your stockings, from your sweet thighs
Oh Any, tease them boys tonight
The plough is pulled, by a horse and a mule
The coffee tastes so, bitter when you wake
And the cars fumes, is the breath of its fuel
Out on the streets, shadows suffocate
And isn’t it absurd, that there’s letters inside words
A fantasy world, a fictional bouquet
And from the fiery slums, to Embarcadero’s lungs
Of the stations, where we silently wait
And there are some twin lines that circle the sky
That trace the lies, that shake like a war
A length of bail, designed to sail
From the horizon, to appreciate the curve
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Take Things Slow
05:11
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Swept away, washed away
By the things we never thought to say
And feel my heart wrap around your skin
It doesn’t matter where we start as long as we begin
And as your pillows wrinkle and smother us in
Just let me buy you all the prettiest of things
And as I leave your house with my hair in a mess
I can still taste your lips, so sweet I confess
So let’s take things slow
There’s no need to rush we have a long way to go
And in your eyes my world moves slow
So let’s take things slow
And for all the time that it may take
For me to be next to you in some tiny way
Outside your door the world will have to wait
Cause every time I see you I feel new again
Who really cares if we don’t know what to do?
It may be strange to us but it feels right to move
So let’s not suffer their sins it’ll all blow through
Just once in a while let me stand next to you
So in your eyes and the feel of your skin
I adore you with ever word, sound and sin
And I wish we could play but sometimes we’d better stay in
But it just means I dream about you all the time
So we can’t be worried if the others mind
We need to just take our precious time
And I’ll protect you from prying eyes
You, me, us is the most important thing on my mind
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Union
03:34
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Well woke up this morning smelling of sin
Mama’s in the kitchen cooking fried chicken again
She can see how, how her kids have grown
Warm up your hands over the pot belly stove
And everyone feels like a BB gun
Washed away, pointless, full adrenaline
Hold a cigarette close to your skin
Stompin on the floorboards, hootin and a hollerin
And I want a union
I want my freedom
And I have searched for the right to choose
And I want my family
I have roamed this country
And if I go out the door
I may never come back to you
Now on the bowery junky bum trannies patrol
Digging up the pain in their rent controlled homes
Smiling beneath your American spirit rolled eyes
Come on now baby why fight it when we can go for a ride
Well snow falls on the train jumping tracks
We fell for each other like old vinyl slack
We pawned our bones on the empty street
We built a world out of want instead of the things that we need
And when we were poor we would drone and sigh
Sometimes depressed and the other times high
The cities like a canyon built out of ghosts
Gonna move back to the country someday and grow old
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5. |
Platinum Hurricane
04:48
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Suicide Swans Toowoomba, Australia
Open the gates & stand clear Suicide Swans are an Australian band through constant live shows display the ragged glory and swagger of rock, laid back country & dashes of pop, that has seen the band grow into a live force they term cosmic country. Their live sound includes waves of keys, textures & a new found penchant for experimentation, tossing in a mix of country, rock and a hint of pop. ... more
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