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Coast To Coast
04:28
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I want to be there when you wake
Never let those mornings fade away
Hold to you tightly, though I'm not going too far
We'll keep running up that hill
Nothing new to bend my will
Oh no
They're just holes
Wait for the other side
You don't have to fly tonight
Cause I don't want to hit the ground
Echoes of you all around
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2. |
California Revisited
03:48
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On the bus mountain view
Taking tickets from the queue
Drunk on Friday's Friday one more day to go
Till' the weekend takes us climbing to new lows
Another sunny 85 no need to go outside
But the rays still find their way into my eyes
Soak in all that classic aura
After all these years, still getting burnt in
California
In California
Right back where we started from
Overdose on microclimates
In-N-Out of Keto diets
Have some friends who'd want to move here
Indicator of a boom year
Your cocaine David Berman seance
Might not be enough to save us
Looking out between those peppermint bars
It's still too bright to ever see the stars in
California
In California
Right back where we started from
We go right back
We go right back
Right back where we started from
Yeah we're right back
Ooh, I'll be right back
We go right back
To where we started from
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3. |
Sun (Daily Routine)
03:24
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If we ever get out of Dogtown
I’m gonna go to a cafe and spend the whole morning
Flirting with waiters and giving out candy
Kissing babies and workshopping poems
I'm gonna take a small handful of my friends
You know the ones, the ones that I still adore
And we'll all go into the city
And not plan a damn thing just loiter explore
Damn, these times get heavy
Break my back, just making coffee
Watching all my friends descend into excess,
Drinking without end and without purpose
Like its nothing
Just wish I was up to something,
I was up to something,
Wish I was up to something
Just wish I was up to something
or there was something, that I was up to
After midnight the hardest part begins
You know the house is sleeping but your mind is wide awake
And every time you move you hear the floorboards creaking
And its eight more hours til you can catch a break
I’ve been searching for any kind of hobby
I’ve seen every video on Stephen Malkmus
I’ve exhausted all my tolerance for whip-its
I think I might finally get into Death Grips
It gets so heavy
Break my back, just making coffee
Looking at myself descend into excess,
Drinking without end and without purpose
Like its nothing
Just wish I was up to something,
I was up to something,
Wish I was up to something
Just wish I was up to something
Or there was something, that I was up to
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4. |
Through The Window
04:02
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In the dream when you kiss me
Through the window of your car
I just stammer in the moment
and you drive off in the dark
You looked into my eyes
You know we're not alone
When I stammered in the moment
You just drove back home
Over pink tarmac in Newark
I still can't shake that stare
Over pink tarmac in Newark
I am not there
Not anywhere
Woke into an image of you sitting on the pavement
You were calm unflinching, spitting image of a stranger
Turn the light on in the courtyard
Your footprints on the stairs
When I reached out to touch
You were not there
Not anywhere
So please tell me
Am I acting crazy,
When I think that maybe that's what makes me blue
That I can't hold you
Hold you
So that's it
When it's over
I just snap out of a daze,
And wonder if you’re hiding
In that soft remembered place
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5. |
Big World
01:29
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Walking in the wedding
Hands at my sides
You say it’s forever
Well I see that in your eyes
You're not afraid to die
But you know its a great big world
That's waiting to swallow you Up, whole
But you don’t have a care
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6. |
Your Name Out Loud
03:10
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I know you don’t love me, you just wanted to shake hands
That makes my whole signal blackout, nervous, cutting plans
For Carolina
I've never said that name out loud before
I don’t want
All or nothing love
I think our day in the garden is coming to an end
Biblically this passion results in oblivion
Cause Carolina,
I’ve never seen a face like that before
I don't want
All or nothing
I don't want
All or nothing Love
In your arms I feel
the grip of something real
A glimmer of abandon
That’s been nipping at our heels
When the angles right
And the clock hands both align
I’m spun out on the street again
Begging to be let back in
To be wanted
Here I go, the frogger back into the boiling pot
Drowning in your furnace wondering how it got so hot
But I’ll be honest
I’ve never felt just quite so comfortable
I don't want
I don't want what I want
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7. |
Pony
04:28
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Well if I’m the show pony
And working is the trick
And money is the carrot
And money is the stick
I think walking in circles might just make me sick
I need to lie down
Borrowed consolation
From fairground carnie games
And suburban excitement
Know by many names
I used to get high and get righteous
But nothing's been the same since then
Sure has changed a lot since then
Song for Steven
Song for Trevor too
I miss you
Hitched onto a trailer
Behind the parade float
As New York City flashes
Under its trenchcoat
I was dressaging for the judges
but no ones taking notes no more
A converse teenage riot
On rattled subway cars
As converts vow their silence
To blank apartment walls
But still I couldn’t ask for more love
from those who give it all
Song for Steven
Song for Trevor too
I miss you
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8. |
One Day
03:12
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One day it'll get to me
Sure as the numbers count 1, 2, 3
Sure as the alphabet moves alphabetically
One day it's gonna get to me
Tried to move to California
The sun and sand couldn't take it away
So I'll find a new place to stay
And someday it'll get to me
I tried to stuff it in a paper bag
I tried to fit it in a whisky glass
I tried to hide it where I could not see
But one day it'll get to me
One day it'll get to me
Sure as the numbers count 1, 2, 3
Sure as that old alphabet moves alphabetically
One day it'll get to me
It'll get to me
One day it'll get to me
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Lucy Spacehead Brooklyn, New York
good slop from the east coast since 2012
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