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What A Nice Life
03:02
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Oh what a nice life we once had
Moon hit the sun the life we’re livings been a drag
Oh but just like a feeling there it hung
A fractured clip, a great abyss, blowing air back in your lungs
Heard you out there singing, can’t be sure
We’ll I heard the breathe you're breathing brought you back to where you were
Where that cool breeze a-blowing kept ya high
And I swear I saw the sunshine, a little shimmer in your eye
Not sure who I've been lately
Pretty sure your mother hates me
Oh what a fine time this could be
But there aint no time for fine times about as far as we can see
Head on the floor, a muffled sigh
Ain't it a shame shame shame, all those good times slipping by
Well was just a thought I’m thinking passing through
Knocked down the door, slept on the floor, it’ll sure be leaving soon
With that sweet summer air, it's all but gone
And it’s been feeling mighty lonesome now that winter’s coming on
Not sure who I've been lately
But holy shit can barely stand me
Well I knew that you were lying, oh so sweet
So I let that one slide through the cracks, down right in front of me
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Dark Window Panes
01:55
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Dark window panes, everything looks the same
Deep as the oil stain in your pocket
Late in the morning sun, illuminates everyone
But I couldn’t see much of any at all
Much of any at all
Much of any at all
Much of any at all
Air stuck to you and me, old time philosophy
But I’m just a snake sneaking out it’s skin
Running cause I’m feeling late, there’s no need to hesitate
All the good livings at the end of the road
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
It’s the end of the road
Cool alabaster stone, never felt so alone
Sitting on the rock bruising my tailbone
See this is just an evening song, there’s no need to worry long
In time we'll be sleeping the night away
We’ll sleep the night away
We’ll sleep the night away
We’ll sleep the night away
Dark window panes, everything looks the same
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Podcast
03:39
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Sleeping on the ground
Thinking you’re so profound
Your podcast sucks and I think I hate you
Visions in my head
You may think I’m dead
Sour limes and I’m the bitter
Oh the sky’s coming down you better split quick
Oh where’re you gonna be when the good times hit
Oh the bad days gone got your life to live
I woke up early and I’m tired of it
So caught up in directing
Are we all just pretending
Play it cool like it’s overrated
Your bio says your an artist
Filtering all your garbage
Do you know what you’re even saying
Oh the sky’s coming down you better split quick
Oh where’re you gonna be when the good times hit
Oh the bad days gone got your life to live
I woke up early and I’m tired of it
Skeletons in your closet
I can hear them a’ knockin’
Getting to you I hope you let it
When I look in the mirror
Couldn’t get any clearer
I’m high as hell and I need some water
Oh the sky’s coming down you better split quick
Oh where’re you gonna be when the good times hit
Oh the bad days gone got your life to live
I woke up early and I’m tired of it
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4. |
Cold Rain
03:30
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Late morning, cold rain
Shock of silence and I lost track what I was saying
Gentle warning, don’t get me wrong
I’ve been feeling like this for too long
Mid September, slipping out
Stuck trying to figure all the shit I’m talking about
Sure is a hot one, so we’re sitting in shade
But who are we fooling burning up just the same
Simple question, no reply
No use in shouting I can see the answer in your eyes
Shake the notion, go cool it off
I’ve been feeling like this for too long
No I didn’t see it coming
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Lemons
02:35
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All the lemons in the window grow cold in the winter time
And everything is feeling fine, all cool and yellow
Well don’t it feel good, all the moon and the sunshine
Saw that ya had rang twice just to say hello
While the treetops glisten got caught in a rain cloud
Getting pretty cold out, misplaced my jacket
But it’s warm when the sun hits, lights up your eyelids
There’s darks days a’ coming but i think that I can hack it
Such a bright morning, all green and blue
She said I can feel god in the soles of my shoes
Well it’s a long life you’re living when you’re living out a long life
Sure it’s been a short time, but it’s so good to see ya!
All the sad songs, bouncing off the roof tops
I’m sitting on the same block, but I swear that I can hear it
Now I’m packed up, alibi is air-tight, everything is alright
Left without the chorus and the speakers
But I still feel all the vibrations, everything your saying
Coming back screaming through the tweeters
Such a bright morning, all green and blue
She said I can feel god in the soles of my shoes
Well I woke up just before the birds did, thought about what you said
Now I’m just swimming in the feeling
With my new shoes, sitting on my new feet
Walking down a new street, singing songs I learnt when I was dreaming
Such a bright morning, all green and blue
She said I can feel god in the soles of my shoes
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6. |
My Baby
04:18
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Oh my baby’s much more than a pretty face, got teeth behind the smile
A heart that fits right on the sleeve, and a love the stretches miles
And eyes so far from lying, that they stand straight up and down
And up to the heavens, oh where we might be found
Oh my baby’s much more than a pretty face, got the light of a billion suns
Beaming out of the rafters, into the stars above
And ties to the spirit, stronger than silver and gold
Wrapped up in the body, and in harmony with the soul
Oh my baby’s much more than the eye can see, see light it travels fast
Pretty as it may be, my baby’s much more than that
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Patio
02:25
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Sunflare in your eye, you swore you saw it coming
Fresh tracks across the mind, could see my thoughts running
Late night mid July, last I got to thinking
Hung up left to dry, caught right on ceiling
But it all keeps coming round, all the daffodils and rose petals
Sunshine slipping in on the patio at your mothers house
Woke up, foggy window panes, sitting still staring at the pouring rain
All feels different but it looks the same, got up early and I’m tired again
Don’t it sit better with a proper view, hot tar burning up the avenue
Long gone before I even knew, I can’t remember what I said to you
But it all keeps coming round, all the daffodils and rose petals
Sunshine slipping in on the patio at your mothers house
A lifetime passing by, left you with the feeling
Too much wasting time and all that's worths been leaving
Touched up after thought, must’ve lost its meaning
Woke up after dark, guess I was only dreaming
But it all keeps coming round, all the daffodils and rose petals
Sunshine slipping in on the patio at your mothers house
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Painter
02:26
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When I crawl out of this hole that I've been in, well I think I'd like to be a painter
Painting portraits, smoking cigarettes and feeling like I feel alright
And when it's all over and it's all up and gone, the sun will still be shining like it supposed to
And thinking about those good times can help you feel warm
But it's just the cold you’re getting used to
And breathing’s just a way of getting by
Well it's all coming down, no use in staring
So I’m looking backwards, through the rearview, getting high
Getting high
When I woke up the morning I’d forgotten who I was, but the folks on the block know my name now
And I am not who I had thought I was, and I am sure that I am not who I am
But I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine
And it looks like we’ve got blue skies honey, coming up a’ down the line
But it's just the cold you’re getting used to
And breathing’s just a way of getting by
Well it's all coming down, no use in staring
So I’m looking backwards, through the rearview, getting high
Getting high
I’ve got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine
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9. |
Quietly Heartbreaking
03:39
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The only colors on the road, smeared red of break lights
Water streaming down facades, frothing at the mouths of sewers
Sit and wait for the roadside flowers
I’ll be sitting here for days, giving all my time away
Just so I can see you soon
Garland drips lazy down the hall, lying on my doorstep, empty pack of cigarettes
Smoked up your last one, hope you don’t mind
While I was talking to myself, killing all my time
Sit and wait for the roadside flowers
I’ll be sitting here for days, giving all my time away
Just so I can see you soon
Should’ve wished for a sunny day, a clear view, drifting across the water
A cold winds blowing over you, could’ve been mistaken, quietly heartbreaking
Sit and wait for the roadside flowers
I’ll be sitting here for days, giving all my time away
Just so I can see you soon
And I waited here for days, I gave all my time away
Just so I can see you
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10. |
Sweet Girl
02:55
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I was thinking about the green grass and the sweet girl on the mountain
And the sun that shines on down through the clouds oh everyday
And all the stars are out midnight, all shining down upon us
Well the fire was a blazing, it was the month of May
It was back when you had loved me, oh and life was just a movie
Smooth as peanut butter, honey apple on your plate
Oh and time will keep on moving, oh and I will keep on moving
All while time keeps on moving, always moving away
Oh I am not myself
I am everyone else
Was it early in the morning, felt like later in the evening
Oh when everything means nothing, nothing’s feeling the same
Oh and I could feel the lighting as you crossed the room so gently
You could barely see the flicker as you were fading away
Oh I am not myself
I am everyone else
I will just keep living life, like life is like worth living
Cup of coffee in the morning, we’ll isn’t it the middle of the day
And there's Jupiter and Saturn shining bright down through my window
And the grass is always greener, so I’ll be running away
Oh I am not myself
I am everyone else
Oh I am not myself
I am everyone else
And I'll be thinking about you all, sitting down at the end of day
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11. |
Sleeping Dogs
02:58
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Holy hell is it cold in this old apartment
February freeze stuck to my jacket pocket
Good god I could barely get the engine going
Turn on over break on through the early morning
Don't you let them sleeping dogs lie, oh don't you
All them good times passing you by, oh they flew before you even knew
Dreamt I was sleeping in a bed of good sunshine
Dozing off the afternoon of my long life
And I’ve soaking up the sweet loving that you gave me
Woke up in the haze that I've been living in lately
Don't you let them sleeping dogs lie, oh don't you
All them good times passing you by, oh they flew before you even knew
Don’t you let them sleeping dogs lie, don’t you
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