1. |
Coca Cola Socks
02:01
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Hell rewound,
your socks turned inside out,
you're no more woman now,
than you'll ever be,
Still think about,
being trapped in your fucking house,
vacuuming endlessly,
will never be clean,
I hate that sound,
that came out that purple mouth,
said love ain't no such thing,
how many dicks you been sucking?
Something bout,
how you slap those lips around,
your soul is a leather purse,
an appendix bout to burst,
Through cluttered trees,
though I search hopelessly,
It's rare I won't find,
another side
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2. |
Book of Rocks
03:13
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We all want answers, yah something, predictability,
comfort in world where the future can't be seen,
Nobody wants to read a book without an ending,
does a song without a name still have any meaning?
Well can't just sleep under some book because,
it fills in uncertainties,
sometimes I wish that there was a man watching over me,
but fear it was never enough to control what I think,
hopelessness ain't comforting but maybe it's what we need
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3. |
The Organ Song
02:18
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Language the only thing we speak,
not speaking a word to me,
Promise me you think,
I'm more,
Than just some boy that you'd see,
before,
dreamt you passed me on the stairs,
you didn't know me I just stared,
Promise me one thing,
You'll forget about,
these things I can't help but think,
and awful sounds,
(chorus)
Dreamt you threw out my old watch,
then you told me it got lost
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4. |
The Festive Night
02:40
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Hadn't had to think in a while,
six more days of the heavenly cry,
wrong number's what you'll dial,
poked you right in the third eye,
I'm gonna wait for a part of you,
if it follows me to my grave,
your dirty rotten revenue,
couldn't steer me away,
Hadn't had a dream in a while,
six more days until I reach my,
flying cactus Roman style,
close your eyes don't let 'em go dry
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5. |
The Ocean Blue
02:22
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The shepherd won't show where he's leading you,
are we s'pose to be confused?
the sea won't shine where you want it to,
though the water was crystal blue,
Ah yah,
ah right,
oh no,
oh yah,
The seeds of life have just been chewed,
your morals were disapproved,
these pills weren't meant to be misused,
though the feeling was far from new,
Ah yah,
ah right,
oh no,
ah yah,
This feeling may hide your deepest blue,
but those words still are very true,
the season starts with a darker view,
won't captured and contoured you,
Still the water was crystal blue
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6. |
My Old Watch
01:59
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I cut off my hair,
still felt something was wrong,
I don't wanna be your man,
if you're just stringing me along,
got a head screwed round my neck,
but somethings always wrong,
Watched Star Wars alone,
wasn't as boring as I thought,
Well I want back my old watch,
and some other things I lost,
why'd you promise yah you said,
you weren't bored,
I knew you were,
a disco girl
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