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Finale
03:24
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Hope you know just what you’re doing
I’m a mess, I hope you don’t come to ruin
Cause nobody ever moved on without making a trade
I’ll break a bottle but I won’t sing in a parade
I know you’re trying to do better
So I will try to be good, oh I’ll be good
I ain’t asking for a boot of leather
I’m only wishing that you understood
I never thought that I’d be your thorn
Cut your tooth on me if that’s how you learn
Cause nobody ever moved on without making a trade
I’ll break a bottle but I won’t sing in a parade
I know you’re trying to do better
So I will try to be good, oh I’ll be good
I ain’t asking for a boot of leather
I’m only wishing that you understood
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Poor Alexander
04:15
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There’s an overcooked machine in the observation deck
And I’m carrying it all in the back of my neck
Who trusted me with all of this machinery?
Who’s pumpin this confusion into my scenery?
Poor Alexander
You got so much to prove
Can’t you leave it on the curb?
Poor Alexander
Tell me when will you rest?
How much more do you deserve?
Who’d wanna look on anything in despair?
How’d I get in such a state of disrepair?
Poor Alexander
You got so much to prove
Can’t you leave it on the curb?
Poor Alexander
Tell me when will you rest?
How much more do you deserve?
Poor Alexander
You got so much to prove
Can’t you leave it on the curb?
Poor Alexander
Tell me when will you rest?
You’re gonna get what you deserve
Oh deserve
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Hush
03:42
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I can feel the furniture rearrange
In the parlor room
I can hear your syllables separate
I’m in between them
Aw my head is buzzing, I think I know too much
Everybody’s screaming, underneath the hush
We laugh too loud, too desperately
In the parlor room
Every one of us would kill for love
When the chips are down
Aw my head is buzzing, I think I know too much
Everybody’s screaming, underneath the hush
Hush now babe, don’t you weep
We’re gonna lay the truth to sleep
Hush now babe, don’t you cry
We’re gonna rewind the lullaby
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4. |
Foxhound
03:53
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Our love was dead a long time ago
But I still hear it on the radio
There are things I still owe you
and I should take an interest in the interest
Come on give me an x that I can’t uncross
Aw let me be a bullet that you dodge
Need time I got a minute
Need space I got a shoebox
Forgive me, said the foxhound to the fox
Can you turn a page, but not a shoulder?
Can you bow to all my ridiculous demands?
You know I can’t stand to have you thinking of me poorly
But poor was my heart, cold are my hands
Come on give me an x that I can’t uncross
Aw let me be a bullet that you dodge
Need time I got a minute
Need space I got a shoebox
Forgive me, said the foxhound to the fox
I know I left a lot of holes
Careful darling how you fill them
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5. |
Bloodline
03:49
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How did I end up where I am?
Won’t you trace my bloodline back a few seconds?
Suppose I was a child once, but when?
My mom has the photographic evidence
I wanna point my finger to a section and a clause
Where do I end? Tell me how do I begin?
Won’t be long till you figure me out
I’m just a cardboard cutout
I’m flatlining again
Won’t be long till I’m given away
I’m just a projection display
Who do you say that I am?
24, 6’2” and O positive
It don’t add to what I wanna know
Laying down another empty layer
It’s a journey to the center of who knows?
Won’t be long till you figure me out
I’m just a cardboard cutout
I’m flatlining again
Won’t be long till I’m given away
I’m just a projection display
Who do you say that I am?
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6. |
Quick Snap
03:30
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Drown, drown it out
Quick snap while your upper half’s away
’Cel, accelerate
Slip a little bit of lipstick on decay
Where did I go? I left the car on
Tell all my friends that I’m having fun
No fingertips, nothing on my thumb
Mud in my head, blood under my tongue
One, one by one
Shingles are flying off the roof
Interrupt
Won’t you slip a little lipstick on the proof
Where did I go? I left the car on
Tell all my friends that I’m having fun
No fingertips, nothing on my thumb
Mud in my head, blood under my tongue
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Sour Peaches
02:41
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Tell me more until I snore honey
Sour peaches
You’re talking loud, aw but where’s the money?
Who believes it?
You’re hanging pretty low up on that vine
Somebody’s gonna have to tell you the time
Oh I’m on the tip of your tongue
I know exactly where you belong
Go home and put a clean shirt on
If I’m a pig then you’re a bore honey
Sour peaches
You’re talking loud, aw but where’s the money?
Who believes it?
You’re hanging pretty low up on that vine
Somebody’s gonna have to tell you the time
Oh I’m on the tip of your tongue
I know exactly where you belong
Go home a put a clean shirt on
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8. |
Broken Folks
04:02
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If I pay attention
You drop a clue or two, ooh
And I can see you’re hurting
Even if you don’t want me to
Maybe it’s a broken dream
Could it be a broken home, ooh
If your heart’s a broken record, ooh
Aw babe you’re not alone
Drown your pain
Pour out your joy
Join the parade
You broken toy
It’s a little scary
Everyone is haunted, ooh
Everyone is nursing, ooh
On a secret wound
And I go running off to fix it
You pick me up off the floor, ooh
I wonder if we’re any better, ooh
Than we were before
Drown your pain
Pour out your joy
Join the parade
You broken toy
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9. |
Another Complication
02:58
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I got another complication
There’s a static in my mirror
See all the urges of the ages
Are gonna have it out right here
Lemme go baby on the hinges
Down on a bended knee
Lemme go baby at the finish
Of a disassembly
You know that I’m a man of reason
Aw but it’s a dead man’s head
See there’s a monument to treason
Aw to which my soul is wed
Lemme go baby on the hinges
Down on a bended knee
Lemme go baby at the finish
Of a disassembly
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10. |
Dream Girl
04:48
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I wanna draw you from the water
I wanna feel you on my shoulders
You’re not allowed to be someone’s daughter
You’re not allowed to bleed
And when I fall it’s ’cause you catch, the right light
Dream girl
And when it’s wrong I got my knife, held tight
I give the cutting room a whirl
Oh no
What would my momma say?
I’m mixing movie reels with DNA
No spiral staircase to that pedestal
Dream girl, dream girl
I want it now, just add water
I’m gonna build you out of every song I’ve heard
You are the clay, I the potter
I will put flesh to the word
And when I fall it’s ’cause you catch, the right light
Dream girl
And when it’s wrong I got my knife, held tight
I give the cutting room a whirl
Oh no
What would my momma say?
I’m mixing movie reels with DNA
No spiral staircase to that pedestal
Dream girl, dream girl
Dream, Dream Dream Dream
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The Wimps Richmond, Virginia
The Wimps wear suspenders and play rock and roll. The four-piece play their peculiar and soulful indie rock in and around Richmond, Virginia.
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