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Memphis
03:16
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We got Randahl the host, Blind Mississippi-Morris
We got the two apache bikers who just wanted the coast
Three Irish dudes from Dublin, an English poet with nothin’
Traveling the open world to make his nothin’ and something
Now i believe I’m going down.
To Memphis, Tennessee
The old taxi-guy left us, at the steps of Stax Records
Saw a girl from my own school in Gus’ Chicken god bless her
Tod Melnar repair dude, rockin' the no-hair hair-do
Gettin’ wasted every night in every club that we went to
Now I believe I’m going down
To Memphis, Tennessee
Back when my work was done, it felt like thirty-to-one
I met more real characters here than anywhere I’ve gone
It’s a shame we gotta go on-a such short notice
But believe me once were home, we’ll be beggin’ for Memphis
Now I believe I’m going down.
To Memphis, Tennessee
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2. |
More Sadder
03:16
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We snuck out through the back door
With flowers in your hair
We sat up on the rooftop
The old ways seem better
Stars seem like they're fallin’
You take me by the hand
I fall right off the rooftop
I guess the old ways are better late than never
Why does this always, why does this always, happen
Saw the store across the street
Knew I wouldn’t see you there
Eyes are heavy, knees are weak
Is there some underlying message
Pretty sure that green means go
Followed my feet into the road
It came from out of nowhere
Now I’m crawling from the wreckage
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3. |
James Franco
03:59
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Call me a long time investigator
Call me a personal impersonator
Professional impostor honey, call me later
It’s only for your benefit
Audio, radio, video, television
Channel 5, morning news, incidents and near collisions
Every time I look at you I realize my indecision
It’s only for your benefit
Finding it harder to-
Oh, how can it be
The walls begin to talk to me, and they say
Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoh o hohohohoho hohoh oh ohoh oh oh oh
How much are you attached to your attention
A Grammar Nazi taking a vacation
A syllable and all you’ve got is syncopation
It’s only for your benefit
Freaks and Geeks, never sleeps, playing roles and counting sheep
Idiotic information always giving me the creeps
Counting reasons for your disbelief
But it’s only for your benefit
How much are you attached to your attention
How much would you charge for your new intentions
I’m in the market for a kind of intervention
It’s only for your benefit
Call me a long time investigator
Call me a personal impersonator
Professional impostor honey, call me later
I’ll never see the end of it
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4. |
Badass on a Bicycle
03:32
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Well, momma, I think I'm falling
Can't you put me on my feet
Walk a lonely road
Only one I know
Can't you put me on my feet
Follow on down the family
Got another deadline at my back
Well, brother, see
You gotta set me free
Got a deadline at my back
I don't know about you, but I know
Nothing's gonna keep me round
I gotta get it made before my judgement day
Gotta keep on moving down the line
I gotta keep on moving down
Well, momma, I think I'm hollow
All this time's gone and used me up
Still taking strides
Million miles wide
Time's gone and used me up
So won't you give me something to fight for
I need a couple days to catch my breath
Feel my insides groan
Now I'm on my own
Need a day to catch my breath
I don't know about you, but I know
Nothing's gonna keep me round
Gotta get it made before my judgement day
Gotta keep on moving down the line
I gotta keep on moving down
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5. |
Intermission
00:26
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6. |
Tuesday
02:45
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7. |
Yoho
01:56
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Greetings mum and pap as well, I’ve got something to tell you
I’m not the ordinary boy you thought you always knew
Please sit down, it’s quite a shock, I don’t want to hurt you
Something must get off my chest, from me, to you.
I’m coming out, I’m coming clean, there's no secret to hide.
You're my loving mum and dad, no reason to be shy.
Prepare your fragile eardrums for the news sent on its way.
Hello mother, hello father...
I’M A PIRATE
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8. |
Burnt Out
03:18
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When they ask you all the questions
When you turn and preach your choir
When they run around the edges
When you burn a little brighter
And you know it’s not just me
You've gone a bit insane
When you push them all aside
You just can’t forget her name
Do you feel a new beginning
Can you feel it in your chest
Just forget the newest ending
Leave your past to all the rest
And when they ask you all the questions
When you turn and preach your choir
One after another
All my feelings turn to doubt
Then congratulations
On your great expectations
You built the saddest house
And now it’s time to burn it down
Did you like all the attention
Did they learn how to be quiet
Did they pay you for your questions
Did you try to start a riot
It’s a classic new corruption
Leaves you begging for your breath
Keeps you coming back for more and
Lets you taste a bit of death
Then congratulations
On your new expectations
You built the saddest house
And now it’s time to burn it down
I will always remember
I will always forever
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9. |
Silver Eyed Cyanide
03:01
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Walk with me in the rain here forever
I woke up stressin’ on the 7th of December
And every-now-and-then I seem to see your face
But I guess we were both a little uneasy, no
You are my silver-eyed cyanide, oh.
Don’t let her go, don't let it go
You were my silver-eyed cyanide, oh
You were my best friend, seen through our own lens
Oh - should’ve known
That you’ve been happier when things didn’t matter
And I’ve noticed that you kept the same charm passed through
Till the end.
Well, it never really came to that.
And I’ve wanted to tell you how much I’ve been missin’
All the stories you told me, I could sit there and listen
For hours, and days, maybe months if you’d like to.
Find a bus eighteen flights in the sky,
You would not believe -
And neither would I.
You are my silver-eyed cyanide, oh.
Don’t let it go, don't let it go
You were my silver-eyed cyanide, oh
You were my best friend, seen through our own lens
You are my silver-eyed cyanide, oh
Let it go, just let it go
You were my silver-eyed cyanide
You were my best friend, seen through our own lens
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Hannah Wears Glasses Washington, D.C.
Hannah Wears Glasses exists perhaps solely due to the fact that Hannah does indeed wear glasses. Contrary to popular speculation, neither the drummer nor guitarist is named Hannah- Charlotte Racioppo and Mikey Ambrosino are college-age musicians hailing from the Metropolitan area and only half of them actually wear glasses. ... more
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