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Daffodils & Love
03:00
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I feel nervous and strangely accomplished
As the only woman here at the bar with
No one sitting by my side doing card tricks
But I wanna go back to my apartment
I don't wanna stick up my nose
I just want a place to change my clothes
So I pack my stuff,
Strap my back with a Cornucopia
Full of daffodils and love
As you're giving me
Thirty drinks for free
Then the sun came up,
Leaving me and a Cornucopia
Full of dollar bills and love
Lithe, and pleasantly
I don't wanna leave
I'm ecstatic and I laugh like I lost it.
Am I the only woman without a conscience?
I'm half-naked and I've emptied my pockets
I don't know the way back to my apartment
I wanna go make a misty home
I just need a place to change my clothes
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Goggles
03:22
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When we locked eyes
I puked up twenty dozen butterflies
And felt fulfillment for the first time, but
I don’t know what you think
I’d scoop your brain out
If that would show me what you think about
Me and my tender darling doubts
And also everything
So don’t you see, you and me could be more?
I’d be your friend ’til the end if you swore
We’d be together, and that you’d never
Leave me hanging underwater baby
Dive deep down and save me, say I’m pretty
Much all you need to keep your heart beating
When I’m alone
Sweating, destroying ramen in my home
And get your call when the shops close
I’m already wearing shoes
That’s all I’ll ever be
Someone with wheels who stays up after three
Who most of all hates to be lonely
But I’m about to lose
I tried so hard to be part of your life
Why don’t you see that I’m the perfect wife?
I’m feeling sideways, you know, you always
Leave me hanging underwater baby
I’ve got goggles, I’ll go swimming and if
You don’t like it, do what you gotta do.
Ooooooooo
You leave me hanging underwater baby
I’ve got goggles, I’ll go swimming but if
I say I like it, you know I’m lying
You leave me hanging under the water baby
I’ve got goggles, I’ll go swimming and if
You don’t like it, do what you gotta do
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3. |
The Matrix
02:27
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My shirt’s inside out, just to try it
With every button clamped to my aching sweat
You said you didn’t mind it
I put a record on, ‘cause I like it
I thought the wailing shreds would just hurt your head
Instead, you didn’t mind it
Do you wanna go to a midnight showing of The Matrix?
And if you turn me down, I’ll survive it
I’ll put my life on hold to try to drown you out
I doubt I could keep it quiet
Do you wanna go to a midnight showing of The Matrix?
‘Cause I gotta know if Neo takes the red or blue
Do you wanna go to a midnight showing of The Matrix?
If you don’t, please promise me you’ll fake it
‘Cause I wanna take you
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4. |
Wallace Everette Pratt
03:46
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Oil in the Earth has placed a yoke around his neck
Burdened, does he mind it, did he like the royal time he had?
Wallace Everette Pratt built a cabin on a canyon line
With blooming trees and tracks flowering around the desert and the mountain head
Those mountains will take away the day, take away the day
I want you to wake up anyway, wake up anyway
Burned in his debacle, blames the new geology
Birthing baby bottles but his covered hands are cold and clean
My moments are broken on display, each of them decays
I want you to save them anyway, save them anyway
Oil in the Earth has placed a yoke around his back
Burdened, does he mind it, did he like the royal time he had?
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Pocket Dial
03:04
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I sit alone in the night
My ramen’s treating me right
I start to buzz and my phone lights up
It’s you
I throw my hand to my phone
I wait, then I say hello
Either you’re waiting, or you don’t know that
We’re talking
I’m so tired of your pocket dial diary
But never gonna hang up
I will keep you on the wire
‘Cause you keep your deep desires
In the words coming from your mouth
About a quarter to ten
You crack a brew with your friends
And I’m still here on the line to listen
To you
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Chorus)
I’m so tired of your pocket dial dial-up
I’m so tired of your pocket dial dial-up
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The Dreaded Laramie Nashville, Tennessee
The Dreaded Laramie is a power-pop & femmecore band from Nashville, TN. A single humbucking pickup is the only equipment used to record, mix, and master their new EP, "Everything A Girl Could Ask," out now on Wiretap Records, Sell The Heart Records, and Engineer Records. ... more
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