1. |
Tonawanda
03:02
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While we were talking the moon got lost
I ate an apple while you were gone
But before it was even tossed
We’d been given the boot
Tag along
Do you wanna
Drive to Tonawanda?
Hey, do you wanna
Drive to Tonawanda?
We’ll find a place with animals and
Six hours of good sunlight and
We can learn to build and drill and behave and
Get ready to put up a damn good fight, yea
We’ll find a place that’s manageable with
Filthy people who are filled with life who are
Ready to walk the talk they engage and
Ready to put up a damn good fight
Do you wanna tell me bout the 123, hey
Do you wanna
Drive to Tonawanda?
Hey, do you wanna
Drive to Tonawanda?
We were talking the moon got lost
I ate an apple while you were gone
But before it was even tossed
We’d been given the boot
Tag along
Rather be out here with you then
Inside and all alone, no
It’s doesn’t come from rhyme or reason
It’s a part of the brain called home, so
Wherever we go there’s Eden
Go on, take the last bite, hell
Nobody said that it was easy
To put up a damn good fight
Do you wanna talk about the 123, hey
Hey, do you wanna
Drive to Tonawanda?
Hey do you wanna
Go and drive to Tonawanda?
While we were talking the moon got lost
I ate an apple while you were gone
But before it was even tossed
We’d been given the boot
Tag along
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2. |
Get Outta My Way
03:30
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On the street
200 clicks an hour
Picking up a call again
Sure could use a shower
3 hours left, 3 hours
Every car is a snake
Every light is a knife in the night
Just coasting like a cloud
Soaring like a kite mid-flight
Everything’s so loud
For the middle of the night
Hey, get out of the way
Get out of the way
Flabbergasted, moves so fast
Funny how long a moment lasts
Until your prone, shot of Naloxone
It’ll get you home 'till the nightmare passes
Now we’re flying, part the seas
Hit that siren blue and mean
11 tasks for Hercules
Gotta be that beacon, shine that light away
So, get out of the way
Oh, get out of the way
Started to say, what can I say
About how it all gets swept away
And I don’t lay down but it wears me down
Yea, it drags me down a little more each day
Out on the street, life is cheap
I know I can do right
To sail this wave I’m going to save
Your mother-loving life tonight
Away
So, get out of the way
Oh, get out of the way
Get out of the way
Get out of the way
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3. |
Still Gunna Love Me
03:18
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The sweet collective smile of a full crowd
Paid to cheer and adore me
I barely fit in my new suit
It’s a fitting allegory, I guess
Let’s rile ‘em up with a fist pound
They are but made of clay and
I'll bury you in soft ground
My dear, you’re still gonna love me
As I pull the plug out, hey c’mon
Follow me down into sunk cost fallacy, hey
I’m pulling the rug out baby
Follow me down, follow me down, down to the ground
The crowd is churning, turning
Running out of stories
Can’t get this stain off my blue suit, shoot
No return to former glory, I guess
Time to buy the house a few rounds
They are but made of clay while
I bury you in soft ground
My dear, you’re still gonna love me
When I pull the plug out
You better follow me down into sunk cost fallacy - hey
I’m pulling the rug out so
Follow me down, look at me down, down on the ground
Look at me
I’m starting to bug out, baby
Follow me down, look at me dad, look at me now
Sometimes I get a little ticked off
By those who dare deplore me
Talking the fire and the shadows
Of some old allegory, I guess
Time to hit em up with a few rounds
They are but made of clay and
I’ll bury you in soft ground
My dear, you’re still gonna love me
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4. |
Hang 'em High
02:44
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It’s a call to arms that I should leave this place
With my head held high I accept disgrace
Don’t care who you are, it’s too little too late
Got a call to arms, I've gotta' leave this place
Hang 'em high
It’s a call to arms when your feeling drained
By these prison guards and the dogs they've trained
If there’s something to do, well you’d better do it well
Got a whole lot of time back inside that cell
Hang 'em high
It's a crooked world but I’m going straight
Once I figure out what it takes to break clean
Gotta cut and dry and lay it all out
On a brand new high you’re gonna hear me shout
Hang 'em high
You know I ain't got a lot to say
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5. |
Ohio
02:32
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Ohio
There’s a bar on the edge of town
It wasn’t there then, it isn’t there now
They used to let you smoke cigarettes
And you would sit and hope to forget
I can’t recall if it had a name
It’s got one now, but it’s not the same, yea
Every now and then, I think I’ve caught the scent
But I lose my place and have to start again
Ohio
All the ferns
Smelled like ashtrays
But I've never been there
Never quite that way
See, there’s a girl a few blocks down
From what I hear, she's doing better now
But we used to smoke cigarettes
And we would sit and hope to forget
And I can’t recall if it was love
Or if she was sent from up above
Ohio
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6. |
Parking Lot
03:11
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Quarter to midnight
Whistling dixie
Soak in the moonlight
We're taking a drive
Sirens and whippets
Patrol the parking lot
And all you needs a little bit, hey
When you're taking a dive
All you got is time thrown at the power lines
And a knapsack full of bad ideas on your mind
Learn to control
All of the streetlights
Ketamine, cupcakes, hey
Something to try
Warm off the bourbon
Strictly suburban
We’re made of asphalt
And we own the night
And all we’ve got is time thrown at the power lines
And a knapsack full of bad ideas on our minds and
If you’re so inclined
We can pick up where we left last night
At a quarter to midnight
Quarter to midnight
When all we had was time
Never know when it’s the time of your life
So, if you’re so inclined
We could pick up where we left last night
At a quarter to midnight
Quarter to midnight
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7. |
Singing Stones
02:19
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No lessons learned
For tourist dynamos
Who say they’re sworn
To run with the buffalo
“Paid good cash, now start the show”
Saying “we were born to run with the buffalo”
Fair thee well, those singing stones
You best leave...
(Lord give you self-control when they’re singing to your soul)
...them things alone
Don’t get too close
The ranger said
“You get that horn, wish you was dead
Once gored, always eating crow
Never again run with the buffalo”
Fair thee well, those singing stones
You best leave them things alone
Oh, fair thee well, those singing stones
They bring a world...
(Lord, give you self-control when they're singing to your soul)
...best left unknown
Fair thee well, those singing stones
You best leave
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8. |
In the Valley
03:37
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Racked your brain in
To pass the training
Cause there’s a plane they got
Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey
Night and day, working on things that you can’t say
Man, that’s the way here
Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey
Miles away, miles away on the other side of town
Some folk say at night she comes up from the underground, so wait for it
Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me
Got to be a way to prove it without a doubt
Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me
Some nights she’s all I can think about
She senses weight
And she rides just like a wave
And boy, she cuts through space like butter
Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey
But for your sake, pal
Walk away, walk away now
'Cause it ain’t safe here
Down in the valley, down in the valley, hey
Miles away, miles away on the other side of town
Folk see lights, yea sure, but they never hear a sound, wait for it
Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me
Through the doors I seen her without a doubt
Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me
Some nights she’s all I can think about
Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me
I swear to god I seen her without a doubt
Hot damn, that flying lady sings to me
Some nights she’s all I can think about
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9. |
Father
02:34
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(cough)
Take us up to heaven
Save our souls
Well we bought the shoes, stopped the booze
And listened to the teachings
We’re working cyber-sec
And watching Star Trek on the weekends
Our vehicle’s pristine, we’re living clean
We’re well connected
Lord forgive java chip ice cream
That stuff is near divine
I don’t know, I don’t know
When we get to heaven
I don’t know, I don’t know
What they've got there
But since we heard the news, got walking blues
We knew that it was coming
Since down the hall they snipped our balls
We’re all missing something
Put our shoulders to the wheel and make a deal with ourselves
To honour and obey these ancient cosmic vibrations
I don’t know when we get to heaven
All I know is we’re dying to get there
It’s a cycle, it’s a season
We’re recycled for a reason
And if we are to be ordained
This web site it must be maintained
To reach a new perspective
Got to follow prime directive
This old flesh and these old bones
Are just stepping stones
Father, he came to me
And told me to prepare for entry
Father, he came to me
And told me to prepare for entry
Father
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10. |
Always Nice
03:43
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You don’t need advice
Just a cool place to be
I hear the weather’s always nice
Down the coast’s the place to be, oh
Gonna find a place where it’s always nice x3
Gonna catch on fire
But if you ask my advice, please do
As you head down into the valley
Make sure the weather’s always nice down in LA
Down the coast's the place to be, oh
Take the I-405 to the 10
Take the auto-drive on out for a spin
Take the 101 to the 7-1-0
Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again
Take the I-405 to the 10
Take the auto-drive on out for a spin
Take the 101 to the 7-1-0
Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again
Heed this advice, it won’t come again
As you turn and descend into the belly of the beast
I hope the weather’s always nice down in LA
Down the coast’s the place to be
Far as you can get from East
Take the I-405 to the 10 then
Take the auto-drive on out for a spin friend
Take the 101 to the 7-1-0
Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again
Take the I-405 to the 10
Take the auto-drive on out for a spin friend
Take the 101 to the 7-1-0
Be a hero down the freeway, breeze blowing in, start again
Much as I try, can’t stand these ordinary people x4
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