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Slick
03:14
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If you take me
you just wanna see my baby,
but you don’t wanna feed my baby.
Heard you blacked out
in the back with the music,
a fact you’re refusing,
I guess you don’t sweat it.
Don’t know why you’re surprised somebody—someone with the money’s sick of all of the same old same.
I play the game alright ‘cause
I don’t get bored easily,
it’s the small things.
Been here before—
nothing new, bright, or shiny.
Covered in bleach in the sink.
Count the cash.
Let it soak in the trash for a week.
On my dime, on my own.
Every night I’m thinking about who I owe.
Sell my hand or call my landlord?
If you hate me,
if you just wanna call me lazy
(you just wanna call me lazy),
I’ve got a list of questions I need to understand,
so I’ll know why I can't get by
without falling to the opposite side.
I'm alive.
I’m alive.
Oh God, I noticed.
On my dime, on my own.
Every night I’m thinking about who I owe.
Sell my hand or keep thinking about it.
All this time, on my own.
Every night I’m thinking about who I owe.
Why?
It’s a lie to my face until it’s not covered in grease.
Do you think I would mind if you wanna resign?
I can’t stand you.
I don’t get bored easily,
it’s the small things.
Been here before—
nothing new, bright, or shiny.
Covered in bleach in the sink.
I want to drain it.
Level and repaint it all black.
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Thumbs
04:42
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Don’t you double down like lead.
Don’t you say that phrase,
that blade is dulling.
I just wanna bite that bullet, break my legs.
I could press it,
I’m not really sure what for.
Nine hours—I can push my thumbs like paddles ‘til I drown in it.
Don’t you run around like that.
Don’t you tether us to the time you’re wasting.
I don’t wanna bite that bullet, break my back.
I should press it.
I can’t even sleep at all.
Five hours unconsciously calms my battles.
God it’s not enough.
On sight, light the lame old ruffian.
Oh I’m afraid of saying something.
I know I noticed—stayed quiet.
Don’t you double down like lead?
Don’t you wonder what somebody else is thinking?
I don’t wanna sew my solace tight to the bed.
I could test it.
I know that you can’t shut up for one hour.
I could use a long hot shower.
God it’s not enough.
On sight, light the lame old ruffian.
Oh I’m afraid of saying something.
I know I noticed.
I know I noticed.
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Non-Toxic
04:09
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Put the pen down.
Stick your neck out just for fun.
Throw a fit in public at rush hour.
Cut your losses.
Choose non-toxic just for fun.
Bit by bit, just slowly slip away.
The rest won’t give a shit,
But does it ever calculate?
Does it ever carry weight?
My love, my god for heaven's sake,
Drink some water.
Call your father.
In the afternoon you might just gain a thing or two from walking.
To count your options.
I know you don’t wanna
keep ‘em watching.
Fuck the point.
Adjust the joint.
You’ll always turn out disappointed.
Does it even fit the bill?
Does it just beat sitting still?
Can I convince myself it will?
Oh the ways you’re culling out the weakness,
and I was ready.
Once you break, you’re holding all the pieces.
Put the pen down just for fun.
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4. |
Tall Socks
03:05
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Go on walk in a straight line.
I know that you won’t do it.
Someone called you a comeback kid.
Calm down, can it.
Come back kid.
One lie and you lose it.
Don’t talk to me about what you wanna love.
Use what’s left.
I wouldn’t hold my breath,
but you never know it so you breathe it in.
Fill the lungs, hold it close, then leave again.
No one talks in a straight line,
and I know that you won’t do it.
Don’t talk to me about what you wanna love.
Use what’s left.
I wouldn’t hold my breath,
but you never know it so you breathe it in,
Fill the lungs, hold it close, and
am I stuck in my ways, or can I shake it?
I’m falling back here, my hands feel nothing.
I can’t relax.
There’s no more love in the game.
I want ‘em one in the same.
Gotta love my chances.
I was a young pup,
tall socks, all talk,
singing Elvis in my living room.
And I’m still an old dog,
cold tongue, singing the same songs
on the floor of your living room.
Don’t talk to me about what you wouldn’t love.
Choose what’s left.
I only want what’s best,
but you never know it so you breathe it in,
Fill the lungs, hold it close, and
am I stuck in my ways, or can I shake it?
I’m falling back here, my hands feel nothing.
I can’t relax.
There’s no more love in the game.
I want ‘em one in the same.
Gotta love my chances to screw this up.
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5. |
Call Back in the Morning
02:24
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Call back in the morning.
I might answer you then.
I might try to connect.
I might try to fit it in.
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6. |
Lies
03:32
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God is a widow
tossing and turning.
Lovers taken.
Others waiting
Lost in the water.
Obstinate daughter,
Lover’s taken.
Others wait inside.
I wasn’t telling you lies.
Cause is a weirdo.
Lost in the wording.
Lovers laid in,
others waiting.
Loss is a bother.
Obstinate daughter
never weighed in.
Tell her, “stay inside”.
I wasn’t telling you lies.
Don’t you drive away.
How do the torches light up?
Out like a culprit, you without warning.
I was at home then, I was.
Call ‘em up, call ‘em up,
up to the surface.
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Toxic
01:32
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Say I’m the only man.
Say I’m the only man.
Take down that old photo off your Instagram
and say I’m the only man.
Say I’m your lady first.
Say I’m your lady first.
Tell that one to stop wearing all your old shirts
and say I’m your lady first.
You are the one I love.
You are the one I love.
And I’m so sick and tired,
but I can’t get enough
of you the one I love.
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8. |
Telepathy
04:52
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I know I tend to bite your head off
I let you get the best of me
I scream and I shout and I won’t this time
I’m using my telepathy
Why can’t you hear me?
I know I bend despite the trade off
I let you get the rest of me
I scream and I shout and I won’t this time
I’m using my telepathy
I didn’t tell you a thing
I didn’t think you could handle
Give me a definite phrase
I really think I can take it
I was a piece of your day
I wasn’t part of your canvas
Everything I didn’t say
I kept it in for a reason
In my head I’d been telling you thousands of times.
Are you listening? Are you listening? Are you listening? Are you listening?
(Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?)
I scream and I shout but I won’t this time
I’m using my telepathic powers
Why can’t you hear me?
There’s no doubt that I’ll sort it out
The way I planned
What do you care where I land
I tried to find a better route
My lips were sealed, my voice was loud
My hands were out
But you were acting tough
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9. |
Road Rage
03:26
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How’s traffic in the big, big city?
Hows your road rage?
I heard your mom’s mom passed away.
Do you still not speak to your father?
Will we ever really know our dads?
Well I know if that happens for you,
I get sad.
I do, babe.
I get sad some days.
Did you leave the back door broken
when you sold the house?
I know.
You’re right.
I told you I would fix the thing myself.
Do you still want kids before thirty?
I’m not sure that I do now.
I feel bad.
I do, babe.
I feel bad some days.
I feel bad, then it goes away.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
I do think about you.
One day,
in blue,
down roads built just for you,
I hope you’ll get it.
I hope you’ll get it then.
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10. |
The Last One
03:47
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Is this the last one
We’ve still gotta track one
Toss it on the album
Can we take it back one
We made a promise
Strap me in the harness
Leave shit at the office
Now we’re staying honest, I guess
I like to think that i’m saving us all of that stress
Will I miss passing out in your best friend’s car
Is the drive too far
Did the ride take all that was left
Is this part where it ends
Where the material bends
I wanna see the thing break
I want a place by the lake
I’m sorry I won’t be taking on more clients
Every small reliance
Carved down to a science I guess
So what do I get if I give it a rest?
I miss you at the worst damn times
God, I stayed in light of how
Wasted all of it felt
Let’s try something else
What do I get if I give it a rest
Oh death, did it sting like a well placed line
I can tell I’m finally tasting mine
Some say it’s progress.
I think it’s offense.
You call it processing my time.
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11. |
Irish Goodbye
02:15
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Call it opposites, maybe?
I’m sorry for dancing too fast.
Kat’s in the back rolling one to take with us.
I’m sorry I spoke to you like that.
What if we both Irish goodbye?
Not sure I have much of an appetite tonight.
Stuck by the door to get paid out.
You’re cutting your teeth while you’re bored,
Circling round ex-lovers or lovers
Of someone you can’t talk to anymore.
What if I just Irish goodbye?
Not sure I have anything else to
Load out, contribute, or give you.
My tab’s closed.
I don’t care to know what their name is–
If they’ll be there.
I’m better off taking myself home
To watch reruns with Charlie.
I think I still have what Kat rolled me.
I think I might go.
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Indie-rock band from Columbia, SC. Led by siblings Alex & Emily McCollum.
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