1. |
To France!
03:36
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I’m gonna wake up, way up
I’m gonna stand out and stand up
For me and forever
I’ll freak out, break down
I’ll break down and freak out
And reach back to find out
I’m run down, not running
I’m sunken, not sunning
It’s warm, it’s not safe
To be singing, I’m needy
Don’t seek me, I’m sinking
It’s warm, and I’m drinking
Red wine colors me inside
Red wine colors me inside
Red wine colors me inside
Red wine colors me inside
I can’t change my mind; maybe it’s the wine
C’mon! Let’s blow this place
Say fuck off to the money game
And sell the car and my guitar
And blast off on a red-eye plane
Breathe the air of a different place
And pas-de-deux along with you
At the Pont Neuf, Île de la cité
With the stinky cheese, and the tortured meats
and pass the bottle to all we meet
I need this, I’m needy
Don’t seek me, I’m seeking
It’s warm and I’m drinking …
Red wine colors me inside
Red wine colors me inside
Red wine colors me inside
Red wine colors me inside
I won’t change my mind; I tell you it’s the wine
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2. |
She's Alright
01:42
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She swung her shovel at my head
I knew that she loved me
It was very very touching
The way that she touched my hair and
Cried … shovel at her side
I wanted to take cover
She wanted to hold my hand and fly
I … just wanna kiss
That glitter lipstick
I can taste the neuroleptics
In the quiver of her lips
Her glossy lips
Let’s ditch the orderlies and fly
Tonight ... we run outside
We run and hide
She say we gonna live forever
And she’s a digging us a hole
A deep, deep home
She wanted to fall right in and fly
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3. |
Distortion
04:16
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And the record spins
As she floats across the room
Into his lonely tune
And the arms of someone new
Then the whiskey kicks in
And the record skips again
And the little boy within
He goes on in
And everybody’s screamin’
Why!
The record spins another tune
Strikes a chord of something new
He pumps his fist and sings to you
But he will never make his move
Then the whiskey kicks in
And the record skips again
And the little boy within
He goes on in
And everybody’s screamin’
Why!
And the needle hits the groove
Changes speed and warps the room
He’s watching from the corner booth
She never sees him make a move
Then the whiskey kicks in
And the record skips again
And the little boy within
He goes on in
And everybody’s screamin’
Why!
Why!
Why!
Why!
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4. |
The Great Hour
02:22
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Wake up sleepyhead
It’s time to get up now
It’s three in the morning
And I know my way around
This is one hour that you've never seen
But I know where it hides
Right between you and me
And underneath the sky
And we’re singin’ now
Ba-ba, ba-da-ba / Ba-ba, ba-da-ba / Ba-ba, ba-da-ba / Ba, ba, ba
Let’s take our clothes off
Throw ’em on the lawn
Show the jerks how to party
And maybe they’ll follow along
Maybe we’ll just mess around
And drink up all the wine
Dance the room and sing our tunes
And shoot out all the lights
And we’re singin’ now
Ba-ba, ba-da-ba / Ba-ba, ba-da-ba / Ba-ba, ba-da-ba / Ba, ba, ba
Wake up sleepyhead
It’s time to get up now
This is our greatest hour
And you don’t wanna miss it now
I’m not so in love with you
That I’d let you sleep at all
’cause there’s a tune a-gatherin’
Inside my big ol’ heart
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5. |
Thundercoat
08:28
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What if I picked up the first round?
It’s warm; the band’s on fire
And what if you promised to stick around?
I’ll get you drunk tonight
And what if the whole bar would sing along?
I need, need, need one more song
What if we zip you up, and hold you strong?
Please, please, please, one more song
I need, need, need, one more song
I need, need, need, one more song
Please, please, please, one more song
One more song …. One more song
Just one more …
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6. |
No Bongos
02:31
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What’s wrong with the scene, I hear the hippies are back
It’s a burnout, man, twirlin’ up from the ash
I lost all my punk songs; let’s just write some new ones
Drink a fifth of Makai, and drop a bomb on the building
Like this …
Let’s warm up the scene; let’s heat up these amps
Let’s pick up brick and find something to smash
See that empty pickup, let’s fill it with big amps
Drive it right on the stage and invent this big jam
Like this …
Sent here to destroy you
Sent here to destroy you
Sent here to destroy you
Like this …
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7. |
No Sound
03:29
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In space there is no sound
Your words hang from your tongue
Nothing comes near
I don't hear them
Under current
I don't feel it
My eyes are open
I'm awake dreaming
I hear your sigh
No light - out of sight
Hey, guess I'm in here
Somewhere I hear
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8. |
Celestial Monochord
08:23
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The world has always been sick, it has always been mean
I’m not the first to say it’s how it’s gotta be
Yeah, the world will always been sick, it’ll always been mean
Even when I’m rotting underneath
You go down to the water to wash your sins away
But those same dark waters will carry me away
You’ll still reach in, gather up a drink
Even when I’m rotting underneath
You might disagree
You’re wrong and I’ll prove it now
We been singing this song since the world was born
And we’re still singing it now, singin’ now, singin’ now
Yeah we’re singin’
The world has always been sick and mean / I’m not the first to say it’s how it’s gotta be
The world will always been sick and mean/ Even when I’m rotting underneath
You might disagree
We’re fine and I’ll prove it now
We’ve been singin’ since the world was born
And we’re still singin’ now, singin’ now, singin’ now!
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