1. |
Rickshaw
03:43
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She’s that ocean I might just dive in
Concentrate don’t let them spread you thin.
She’s the only island left up north, ever.
Condescending, like the back of my throat from a cigarette
Ms. Diet Cola, a sugar-free slut that really tastes better
Rearrange don’t let them wear you down.
She’s the only island left up north, ever.
So complicate me because the back of my throat is warm and bloody
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2. |
Peer Assisted Drug Use
03:48
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Bleed your conscience
Post-synaptic bliss, colours rushing in to breed the day
And they don’t ever wash away
And Hold yourself together now
Keep it in your skull underneath it all and start to wade
away from all the other shades of grey
Now curb your illusions
can’t be tripping on your legs when the devils in the back of the bar
with scars, the denim, lace and scarves.
But you want to believe that the world wasn’t watching when you dropped it
Whatever helps you sleep at night,
You’ll never survive, Love.
Cut some diamonds
post-synaptic bliss, shadows rushing into plead the case
and you can never seem to brace
yourself for our opinions oh, I cannot relate but I can recieve a base today
and you won’t ever wash away
to move your illusion
can't be tripping on your legs when you got to make us think on the stage
to waste and i don’t want to change
But you want to believe that the world wasn’t watching when you dropped it
Whatever helps you sleep at night,
You’ll never survive.
Get on my level
Just believe in me, and leave
Get on my level
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3. |
Party Favore!
04:01
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Slip into the room
Smooth Level
Anybody’s choice
pretentious
Lots of ways to go down, lots of ways to go down
Party favour!?
So tired
I start counting sheep again
Baby you don’t even think to weigh out
The lies of a simple man.
Catalina wine,
Smooth devil
Sticking to your sheets,
Pretentious
Lots of ways to go down, lots of ways to go down,
Party favour!?
Just as soon as you walk through the door
I start counting sheep again
Baby you don’t even think to weigh out
The lies of a simple man.
Waiting for the sun to seize and take me to my dynasty,
It’s the only way to get to the top.
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4. |
Bastards Ranch
06:01
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Drink it all in, my soul is parched
I’ll hide you well when the ceiling caves.
Hid away on a bastards ranch, falling asleep to the smell of guns
Such a sweet little girl
Too bad you could have been a good fuck, Belisimo
But who are you to waste?
She brought a knife to the shootout at the OK Corral
You’re so high, you’re so high.
She’s so much more than a vicious smile.
When this place burns down, she’ll just walk away.
Hanging around for a second chance, resting her head on a .45
Such a sweet little girl
Too bad, you could have been a good fuck, Belisimo
But who are you to waste?
She brought a knife to the shootout at the OK Corral
You’re so high, you’re so high
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5. |
Jaynestown (Bright Eyes)
04:48
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Yeah, I've filled these shoes with holes
but she’s a much more sturdy soul
Girls like her put miles on me.
And I won’t waste a day
To watch you fade away
I should learn to like to live
Please be a phase, Marie
Bright eyes don’t ever see the rocks and tidal waves
She thinks the sun will wait to roll
And show her where to go
So one step before she thinks
And you beg the world to change
Your heart screams “rearrange,
Break free, you know you should”
Please be a phase, Marie
Bright eyes don’t ever see the rocks and tidal waves
Please be a phase, Marie
Bright eyes don’t ever see the rocks and tidal waves
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6. |
Iceboxer
03:24
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She’s straight from the edge
The edge of those Spanish hips
You know that she’s in
another dull business trip
She swears she" don’t give news like this to them every day"
So check your box, damn lolita, and send me home ‘cause I’m feeling great
I’ve got the coldest chair in the whole damn room
Time for your money, but your money never bring you more time, no.
She makes it seem like
It’s much more than politics
She stretches her high-gloss
Peruvian lips
She swears she" don’t give news like this to them every day"
So check your box, damn lolita, and send me home ‘cause I’m feeling great
I’ve got the coldest chair in the whole damn room
Time for your money, but your money never bring you more time, no.
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Import/Export Thunder Bay, Ontario
Thunder Bay, Toronto, Ottawa. A collective of four different personalities breaking genre barriers while staying true to their goal of writing tonally rich sounds.
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