1. |
Finally Made It (Intro)
01:30
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2. |
Death To The Head
04:11
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There is a lot of heavy breathing
A lot of "I can't do this anymore"
Slumped shoulders like a predisposed condition
and a pattern for your face on the floor
the car crash was supposed to kill you
but now there's something out of place
like your space on this planet is all used up
or has been completely erased
Maybe if I had an anchor on my arm or some lead in my belly
I could tell you where we are now
Baby the metaphors have all sailed off
or thrown in the towel or whatever they do
Let's be honest in their absence
and hit each other in the head
Death to the head
Death to the head
Maybe if I had an anchor on my arm or a hole in my head
I could tell you where we are now
The flies are bitin' somethin' fierce
there are strange lights outside my bedroom window
projecting upon low hanging clouds
All this taking place in the fall
I thought all the insects
were real far down south
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3. |
Internet Girl
02:25
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Internet girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
Blacklipstick girl
Your blog is killer
Let me scroll forever more
My favorite girl
I'd make you mine
But you are the whole world's
Internet Girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
Blacklipstick girl
Your blog is killer
Let me scroll forever more
My favorite girl
I'll make you mine
I'll make you mine
Internet Girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
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4. |
Snow
02:54
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Snow is falling on the park we used to walk together through
The closer branches are still brown the rest fade away into
When the leaves turned brown it must have been a shitty symbol for
Useless nights spent watching internet videos at home
Your father was a really good dude always there for you
You hated him I don't know why I think he still likes you
Snow is falling on the park we used to walk together through
The closer branches are still brown the rest fade away into
White snow
When I go back to your place to see if anything has changed
I always seem to forget that you left and you took everything
There still are useless night but it feels natural wasting away time
I hope that you are well and you've got somebody that likes you
Snow is falling on the park we used to walk together through
The closer branches are still brown the rest fade away into
White snow
The rest of the world
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5. |
Instrumental
03:11
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6. |
Waltz c. 2000
04:10
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Tired as we were
Wandering around
Tryina find timelines
A way to figure it out
For he would go waltzing
Waltzing with the bears
For he would go waltzing
Waltzing with the bears
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7. |
fuck
02:16
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8. |
Blood Moon
04:16
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Blood moon
Why don’t you take our many lives away from here
Blood moon
Why must you only show your face
A couple times a year
So many days pass and it seems as though
You’re not here
Always the innopportune times
you show your great fear
Why do you only show your face
When I’m tired
Why do you only make a case for me
When I’m fried
Blood Moon
Blood Moon
We can all dance round your reddish glow
Blood moon
We can not fathom your
bad energy
Blood Moon
We offer you this case of beer
Blood moon
If you don’t want it we won’t show our faces round here
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9. |
Finally Feelin'
05:01
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There’s a big man sitting in his window
red velvet drapes behind his back
Smoking his girl’s cigarette
and he hopes it is his last
Finally feelin’
Finally feelin’
Finally feelin’
There’s a boy on the dock where he last saw his father
he was sitting there polishing guns
He said ‘boy we all grow up and when you finally grow up
it ain’t nobody’s fault but mine’
Finally feelin’
Finally feelin’
Finally feelin’
Nothin’ at all
Turn me on your radio show me all the stations you get
Blow your money at the high seas pirate tirade masquerade
Oh captain, you don’t know where this is going
There’s a mermaid out at sea and it don’t mean much to me
but it means a whole lot to ma and pa
If you turn around the ocean it don’t take no devotion
but a breakup on a saturday night
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10. |
Internet Girl (v 1.0.0)
02:30
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Internet girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
Blacklipstick girl
You came and stormed
The pixelated world
My favorite girl
I'd make you mine
But you are the whole world's
Internet Girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
Blacklipstick girl
Your blog is killer
Let me scroll forever more
My favorite girl
I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine
Internet Girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
Your blog is killer
Let me scroll forever more
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11. |
Richmond
04:53
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I've got a lot of friends on Richmond avenue
Some of my friends have pools
Some of my friends are just cool
I don't know what I'd do without Richmond Avenue
I just wish somebody would pave the street
I've got a lot of friends on Richmond Avenue
Some of friends, they have pools
Some of my friends are just cool
I don't know what I'd do
without Richmond avenue
I just wish somebody would pave the street
There's lots of pretty houses on Richmond Avenue
I don't know what it was like
Before they were there
I've got a lot of friends in those houses on Richmond Avenue
And almost all of them
Are really cool
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12. |
My Dad
01:23
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My dad is so cool
he buys me lots of shiny toys
my dad is so cool
he drives me to the go kart track
He buys me lots of race cars
my bed is shaped like a race car
he makes me feel like I'm the king
Underneath our blanket fort
All the other kids
They do not know
The kind of love that
I have got here
My mom is so cool
she buys me lots of pretty things
My mom is so cool
she lets me shadow my eyelids
She takes me on day trips
where we get our nails done good
she lets me pick out hair colors
and we dye it later on
All the other kids
They do not know
the kind of love that
I have got here
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13. |
nascar racer
03:54
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Sitting on my bedroom floor
Thinking how could I love you anymore
I really don't know but I hope it shows
Sitting on my bedroom floor
Thinking how could I love you, anymore
You didn't do nothing but I think I just changed my mind
Crawling bodies
Outside my room
Carrion mountain
Casting it's doom
I just ignore it
And carry
On my way
Carry
All the way
Friday night
I wrote you a song
Saturday
I got the words wrong
Do you believe it
When I say
I don't have the heart
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14. |
Christmas Cheer
02:40
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Merry Christmas
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