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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
I got a number on me
I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun Well I am my father's son And I am my father's son His bed is made And I was a hero Early in the morning I ain't no hero In the night I am my father's son And I'll build a house inside of you I'll go in through the mouth I'll draw three figures on your heart One of them will be me as a boy And one of them will be me And One of them will be me watching you run Watching you run Into the high noon sun Watching you run Farther than guns will go You are a runner With a stolen voice And you are a runner And I am my father's son I am my father's son I am my father's son |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
I'm not in love with the modern world
I'm not in love with the modern world It was a torch driving the savages back to the trees Modern world has more ways And I don't mention it since it's changed While the people go out and the people come home again It's gotta last to build up your eyes And a lifetime of red skies And from my bed the sound of your haunted hissing in my bed Modern world don't ask why Cause modern world will build things high Now they house canyons filled with life Modern world I'm not pleased to meet you You just bring me down Modern world I'm not pleased to meet you You just bring me down Modern world I'm not pleased to meet you You just bring me down Modern world I'm not pleased to meet you You just bring me down |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
You said you hate the sound
Of the buses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down Such were the grounds for divorce I know On the radio And the bouncing body drone Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone Said look at the clouds It's a show all on its own Such were the grounds for divorce I know But the darling is dead We hit her on the head It looked like a wedding cake But the darling is dead We hit her on the head It looked like a newlywed But I look at the lovers And they way they stand And the way they move and the way move their hands And I look at their babies And their tiny little hands And the way they get loved and the way they get loved Oh look at the lovers And they way they stand And the way they move and the way move and the way move their hands Said you hate the sound Of the buses on the ground Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down Such were the grounds for divorce I know Looked like a newlywed On the radio And the bouncing body drone Found eighteen reasons I can't pick up on the phone Said look at the clouds It's a show all on its own Such were the grounds, such were the grounds for divorce I know |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
At the party we got chained at the wrists
Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I had a bad bad time tonight I had a bad bad time tonight Bad things happen in the night Where we built another world Styles surround you here comes the night time Where we built another world Evening time I made a loud sound and shake some teeth Saw the lights pale across the street It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I had a bad bad time tonight I had a bad bad time tonight Bad things happen in the night Where we built another world Styles surround you here comes the night time Where we built another world Evening time Where we built another world Hang ghosts from the trees and that's what I saw Where we built another world Hang ghosts from the trees and that's what I saw Where we built another world Where we built another world Where we built another world Here comes the night time |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
Oh, behold
The parapet's fallen out Oh, behold! When it reaches the ground Oh, behold Oh, behold When We can sing To cracks in the crossbeams We can sing Very very quietly We can sing We can sing for each other Until then don't tear your hair out I won't tear it out if you don't When I die I'm leaving you my feet When you die You can stand up for me Make a lie and all they can do is put me in your hair I'll be happy there Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh, behold When my parapet has fallen out Oh, behold Lift it up off the ground Oh, behold then Oh, behold then We can sing then Oh, behold then |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
When you're on your own
Spread out on the map Dead The highway's endless drone Something familiar And how we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs That howl and howl and howl as if Dropped from the great height And I thought the hours that lie in the kitchen They drag him, drag him, drag into black night Dropped from the great height It was strange Constant blue And the same ghost every night I go walking Just to find My own breath my own breath through the path I go walking Just to find My own breath my own breath through the path Dropped from the great height It was strange Constant blue And the same ghost every night It was strange Constant blue And the same ghost every night I go walking Just to find My own breath, my own breath through the path I go walking We are raised up very high We are raised up very high My own breath |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
I keep my head uptight
I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Something's flowing, someone buried alive There is an awful sound This haunted town And it will not it will not it will not just be quiet Some ghosts sing. Someone get called to the life Spend boring hours in the office tower In a bus on a bus back home to you and That's fine I'm barely alive It's just a matter of time No one gets out alive And I'm content I'm content I'm content to be quiet It's only six. Someone get called to the life You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive I keep my head on tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Pulse flowing, someone buried alive And if that head opens we built a life of work Where we're chain chain chain chain, chained to the life But that's fine, our blood is alive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
I got a hand
So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we say, it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he? I ain't quite the beauty Who holds up two guns and shoots at the pretty, pretty view And, God, I keep thinking things - hunters and kings To block out the view I gotta get a new bell to ring A new song to sing A steady hand to ring A readiness of things A new plan to bring to the people People I can trick 'em into thinking anything Ya-ho And you rust it just right in the light, it's gold, it's golden Ya-ho I got watering holes in my hands I'm a digger of holes in the land of holes Ya-ho It's the easiest way Ya-oh It's the easiest way Ya-ho It's the easiest way Ya-ho It's the easiest way Hey So I go La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la I got water and I got holes, oh La la la la la la Sons and daughters of hungry ghosts, oh La la la la la la I got water and I got holes, oh La la la la la la The sons and daughters of hungry ghosts, oh, go, go La la la la la la I got water and I got holes, oh La la la la la la Sons and daughters of hungry ghosts, oh, go, go I got a hand (La la la la la la) So I got a fist So I got a plan, it's the best I can do Say, is it in God's hands? (La la la la la la) But God doesn't always have the best goddamn plans, does he? Say, la la la la la la I can't believe in the guns, I can't believe in the view I sing, say, say (La la la la la la) I can't believe in those hunters and kings Ya-oh Say, la la la la la la I got a new plan to bring I got a new song to sing, it goes La la la la la la I got a new plan to bring and you know Ya-ho It's the easiest way (La la la la la la) Ya-ho It's the easiest way (La la la la la la) Ya-ho It's the easiest way (La la la la la la) Ya-ho It's the easiest way (La la la la la la) Hey So I go |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
Give me your eyes, I need sunshine
Give me your eyes, I need sunshine Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost We've both been very brave Walk around with both legs Fight the scary day We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves, but I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything Said I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything If I could get the fire out from the wire I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd take you where nobody knows you and Nobody gives a damn I said nobody knows you and Nobody gives a damn And I could take another hit for you And I could take away your trips from you And I could take away the salt from your eyes Take away what's been assaulting you And I could give you my apologies By handing over all the olive trees And I could take away your shaky knees And I could give you all the olive trees And look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here So give me your eyes, I need sunshine Give me your eyes, I need sunshine Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost We've both been very brave Walk around with both legs Fight the scary day We both pulled the tricks right out of our sleeves But I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd take you where nobody knows you and Nobody gives a damn I said nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn I said nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn either way About your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost Because nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn either way You know I'll believe in anything and you'll believe in anything Because nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn either way |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
I heard all your reasons
I heard all your plans I have seen the seasons Clutched up in your hands You're the one eyed feather You're the lion's mane Swear you've heard the weather Calling out your name There'll be no more winters There'll be no more spring and There'll be no more dinner bells Left for you to ring There'll be no more dinner bells Dinner bells to ring Maestro learns the music Musicians learn to dance There'll be no more trumpets There'll be no more flutes No more clapping hands I've heard all your reasons I've heard all your plans I heard of your treasons and I've heard all your pleas And i've made friends with the hang man So there'll be no more winter There'll be no more spring and There'll be no more dinner bells Left for you to ring There'll be no more dinner bells Dinner bells to ring There'll be no more dinner bells Dinner bells to ring There'll be no more dinner bells Dinner bells to ring |
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from Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)
Sometimes they rock and roll
Sometimes they stay at home and it's just fine This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire I am my mother's hen and left the body in the bed all day We don't know what to do This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire A thousand made-up loves What makes the sound of surf once you know you're alive? This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire It's getting better all the time It's getting better all the time This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire And you're my favourite thing tell it everywhere I go I don't know what to do This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire Sometimes they rock and roll I'd rather stay at home in real life This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire It's getting better all the time It's getting better all the time It's getting better all the time It's getting better all the time This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire |
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from Wolf Parade - Wolf Parade (2006)
I keep my head uptight
I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Something's flowing, someone buried alive There is an awful sound This haunted town And it will not it will not it will not just be quiet Some ghosts sing. Someone get called to the life Spend boring hours in the office tower In a bus on a bus back home to you and That's fine I'm barely alive It's just a matter of time No one gets out alive And I'm content I'm content I'm content to be quiet It's only six. Someone get called to the life You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive I keep my head on tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Pulse flowing, someone buried alive And if that head opens we built a life of work Where we're chain chain chain chain, chained to the life But that's fine, our blood is alive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive |
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from Wolf Parade - Wolf Parade (2006)
I got a number on me
I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun Well I am my father's son And I am my father's son His bed is made And I was a hero Early in the morning I ain't no hero In the night I am my father's son And I'll build a house inside of you I'll go in through the mouth I'll draw three figures on your heart One of them will be me as a boy And one of them will be me And One of them will be me watching you run Watching you run Into the high noon sun Watching you run Farther than guns will go You are a runner With a stolen voice And you are a runner And I am my father's son I am my father's son I am my father's son |
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from Wolf Parade - Wolf Parade (2006)
I saw a secret place
Oh yes, show it to me again show me to Your secret place Oh yes, show it to me again, show it to me. I know everybody's got something disgraceful Everybody, that's what the sake of… It looks so pretty in the light? In the night's light Show it to me again, show it to me again, Show it to me again, show it to me, oh I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… You breathe (clapclapclap) Deeper than I do, (clapclapclap) I do. (clapclapclapclap clap) He breathes (clapclapclap) Deeper than I do, (clapclapclap) I do. (clapclapclapclap clap) I breathe shallow like I could've spied on spite One time I spied on you. I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… Everybody got their lid on tight, Everybody says, “Come with me, I'm easy, and then we'll see who's got the secrets.” So if you're looking for romance I got answers Where the dancers evidently say, “Come with me, I'm easy, and we'll see who is the deepest.” And everybody got their hair just right, And their lips just right, and their eyes say, “Come with me, I'm easy, and then we'll see who gots the secrets.” No one has to see, believe me Oh, I'm sorry about the dark… Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [bum]… |
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from Wolf Parade - Wolf Parade (2006)
Where did you go?
Across the sea? Sat on the beach With the rusting machines? Where did you go? Across the sea? Sat on the beach With the rusting machines? I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing An angel with its wings on fire Become an angel with its wings on fire I’m in the basement delivering the hours With famous sticks we Threw rocks at the sky Old cities where they built things high Got famous sticks we Threw rocks at the sky Old cities where they built things high I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing I know there was a time Before we were born We stood in the trees Heads filled with nothing They had a photograph (All I wanted were) A Lousy Picture Of You (Lovely pictures of you) Just suckers to my review (All I have are lousy pictures of you) They had a photograph (All I wanted were) A Lousy Picture Of You (Lovely pictures of you Just suckers to my review (Oh, oh, oh, lousy pictures of you) They had a photograph (All I wanted were A lousy Picture Of You (Lovely pictures of you) Just suckers to my review (Oh, oh, oh, lousy pictures of you) They had a photograph (All I wanted were pictures of you) A lousy Picture Of You (All I have are lousy pictures of you) Just suckers to my review (Oh, oh, oh, oh, lousy pictures of you) An angel with its wings on fire Become an angel with its wings on fire I'm in the basement delivering the hours I'm in the basement just killing the hours. |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
In my head it's a city at night
Static gauge with the rush and the lights And on this concourse you look very fine But this place here is no friend of mine And what you know can only mean one thing And what you know can only mean one thing Rooted to the place that you sprang from And this dirt was a building before Tore it down before they opened the door Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry What's past we'll just leave it behind and I rode horse-shaped fire draggin' stereo wire and we rode chemicals until the breaking of dawn and I rose over a town, raised up by the sound of its drum and I rose out on the porches, again making horses lay down and this place here is no friend of mine what's past, we'll just leave it behind and what you know can only mean one thing and what you know could only mean one thing rooted to the place that you sprang from |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
Well, into the desert we must go
So into the desert we go Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will And you will grow out of me As naturally as branches from a tree Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will But you know they will swing Swing their swords for show While you turn your flower pedals so slow You said the desert will eat us alive I said I make the decisions You just drive You just drive And I saw the windmill raise from the ground And I heard the wind come creeping around Call it an act of easy mercy To tear the structure down Call it whatever you will Call it whatever you will 'Cause you know they will swing Swing their swords for show While you turn your flower pedals so slow But I am amazed at how they go I am amazed at how they go I am amazed at how they go So call it whatever you will Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will 'Cause you know they will swing Swing their swords for show |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
Language City is a bad old place
We all know Where eyeballs float in space We all know We were tired, we can't sleep It's crowded here, none of us leave Language City don't mean a thing to me Audiences, the same program is always on I'd infer, it's best to avoid the law When your wife wakes up and sees Shut the blinds and block out the street Language City don't mean a thing to me All this working Just to tear it down All this working Just to tear it down Language City is a bad, old place We all know Eyeballs float in space We all know We're tired, we can't sleep It's crowded in the street Language City don't mean a thing to me I been here so long my heart is a parking lot Hollow feet rooted to the spot But the fields are beyond belief From tower out to where I can see Language City don't mean a thing to me All this working Just to tear it down All this working Just to tear it down On the telephone On the telephone On the telephone Someone's counting the hours In a paper room In a paper room In a paper room Somebody's counting the hours Know I know it's true From above this room Somebody's counting the hours The hours The hours The houuuuurs Oh the long bitter road Let us down Oh the ringing telephone There's no one around We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home Hang on the telephone Hang on the telephone Hang on the telephone Hang on the telephone |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
California dreamer
Tell me why did you go? I carved your ever fading figure Into the ever dying snow I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around Like a teenager in town Where all the other young lovers are found And I think I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow And you were dreaming of Los Angeles While I was singing songs you wrote You quietly gave away the winter clothes I made for you While I made angels in the snow I would have left if you just asked me to Or come to me before the preacher Now you're surviving And I thought I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow And I thought I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow Do the young stay pretty? Do the pretty stay quick? You know, but you never surrender The city doesn't belong to you anymore California dreamer You dream of seasons that never die You go to oceans that never touch the ice You dream of seasons that never die You go to oceans that never touch the ice You dream of seasons that never die You go to oceans that never touch the ice I surrender, the city to slender Creature's getting younger and younger And I think I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow And I think I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow Do the young stay pretty? Do the pretty stay quick? You know, but you never surrender The city doesn't belong to you anymore California dreamer I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around Like a teenager in town With all the other young lovers, their mothers have been found California dreamer |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
Darling please, let's get out of here
On a train to who-knows-where I got a feeling that I can't explain We have to leave this place, we won't go back again Getting tired of landscapes, were just floating Rolling past the grey estates Oh oh, oh oh We'll put the fire in your stomach out Movie tans all across your mouth Up through the window, the neon sing It blinks the telegraphs that don't mean a thing And we crawl on to our destination Rolling past the grey estates Oh oh, oh oh Rushing through a new world A new world, a new world, It's just a minute away So let the needle on the compass swing Let the iron in your heart's blood ring Strike up the band as the ship goes down And if it's loud enough it will erase the sound Of a hundred thousand sad inventions Let them rot inside the grey estate Oh oh - oh oh Rushing through a new world A new world, a new world, It's just a minute away I'm half-awake and the world is ending All across the border just a minute away I'm half-awake and the world is ending Across the border just a minute, just a minute away |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
In this house
There's no order There's no loss of love out here If it's over And though I call out to you something is haunting these four walls Baby, you know it's true I will crawl Right back to you Under swollen summer sky, I'll be there soon I feel tall, tall, On new, fast days There's no room to breathe but I don't think twice We'll be there soon Soon Well I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me breathe I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me leave I'll answer my And we hold it My heart is clean Like a cratered moon And the sea Of darkling mood And I'll be true True to you We may consume ourselves but then I don't think twice We'll be there soon Soon I'll answer my Trick of the hour Let me breathe I'll answer my Trick of the hour Let me leave I'll answer mine Then we hold it Oh, oh There's nothing here Oh, oh There's nothing here Here |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
Time after time you will forgive me
Like an animal in your care But give it time and you will outlive me And take the bow back you put in my hair Made a parade of myself in the street outside your house For the New York photographer there I fell for crime I fell for beauty I fell for you because you're the one that cared And when I die you can put on costumes In the style of the clothes I wore And sing the songs your mother taught you When you were too young to know that this was what they were for Like some dead relative you will remember me most By my funeral and all the beautiful toasts you made Take back the spade We've both been filling up our days like we were filling a grave You let me hang hang hang around You put your ribbons in my hair It's in this language that I found I am an animal in your care Animal in your care Animal in your care Animal in your care It's in this language that I found I am an animal in your care |
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from Wolf Parade - At Mount Zoomer (2009)
While stumbling where our hearts beat regular time
Where the landscapes dump on rivers flowing by We're just drifting all night long, hands to the sky And our captain, oh, he is never denied I hear them sinking out from shore, hands at their sides And we find a rock to hold the head to tear at the sky We're just drifting all night long here with the flies And our captain, oh, he is never denied As if you didn't know that it would sting Kissing the beehive Pissing down the mountainside while nude in the rain As if you didn't know that it would sting Kissing the beehive And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring Well, we lie on frigid shores of light We knew nothing of this bitter hand of war Something strange in the coals tonight Still we knew nothing of these bitter hands of war I wish I could believe in you Crashing all the weddings wearing white But we all hate the landlord, baby, it's alright, it's alright I wish I could believe in who you are You held your cap in the air and you called it a guitar You put your face on the glass and you call it good cinema As if you didn't know that it would sting Oh, oh, oh, oh Jonathan, Jonathan, waterfalls are running thin You know here's a holy grail for you to hold and Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole I'm not a wild party, I'm just an evening at the show Put the ring back on, and take your husband home and Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole, oh, oh, oh Radio, radio, why did you leave Virginia's side It's an alibi, we all know how the music died Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Jonathan, Jonathan, waterfalls are running thin You know here's a finger made for me, for you to hold and Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Estranged from the captain's light And his bitter hand Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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from 레스큐 미(Rescue Me) (2006)
I keep my head uptight
I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Something's flowing, someone buried alive There is an awful sound This haunted town And it will not it will not it will not just be quiet Some ghosts sing. Someone get called to the life Spend boring hours in the office tower In a bus on a bus back home to you and That's fine I'm barely alive It's just a matter of time No one gets out alive And I'm content I'm content I'm content to be quiet It's only six. Someone get called to the life You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive I keep my head on tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Pulse flowing, someone buried alive And if that head opens we built a life of work Where we're chain chain chain chain, chained to the life But that's fine, our blood is alive You know our hearts beat time out very slowly You know our hearts beat time They're waiting for something that'll never arrive |
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from Sub Pop Is Now Vol.1 (2008)
Well, into the desert we must go
So into the desert we go Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will And you will grow out of me As naturally as branches from a tree Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will But you know they will swing Swing their swords for show While you turn your flower pedals so slow You said the desert will eat us alive I said I make the decisions You just drive You just drive And I saw the windmill raise from the ground And I heard the wind come creeping around Call it an act of easy mercy To tear the structure down Call it whatever you will Call it whatever you will 'Cause you know they will swing Swing their swords for show While you turn your flower pedals so slow But I am amazed at how they go I am amazed at how they go I am amazed at how they go So call it whatever you will Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will 'Cause you know they will swing Swing their swords for show |
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