1. |
Darjeeling
03:19
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The city towed my car the first night I got in
At your favorite bar with the guy who owns it
Oh it's just like you called it
And oh you never got it
Stay, keep me here for a while
Stay, you can leave when you like
Phases to ages and you're messing with my head, and I already do
Phases to ages and you're messing with my head, and I already do
Oh it's just like you called it
And oh you never got it
You’re writing your name on everything
Walking up the stairs of your building
And you’re still learning all the light switches,
Sweeping your hand against the wall
Stay, keep me here for a while
Stay, you can leave when you like
Running out of things in kind, running out of common lines
Gonna get you overnight, gonna get you all the time
Stay, keep me here for a while
Stay, you can leave when you like
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2. |
Dark Tropical
02:46
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Dark tropical Brooklyn
That heat won’t let you lie
Boy arms around boy shoulders
Dark curls above his eyes
Nothing left to do
But watch the street undo
And watch with jealous heart
How people fall apart so easy
Skate boys with cuts are talking
With shakes and broken phones
Called home at 7:30
And pick your sister up
Nothing left to do
But watch the street undo
And watch with jealous heart
How people fall apart so easy
Legs spread wide on the stoop
Are they ever gonna talk to you?
Shirt collar open loose
Are they ever gonna talk to you?
Nothing left to do
But watch the street undo
And watch with jealous heart
How people fall apart so easy
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3. |
Clovers
04:14
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I know when to go
I know when to go
Take my time down the hall
With my eyes up on the wall
I hear my shoes and I hear my sigh
I watch myself walk out from the light
Clovers in my eyes
The way the light falls on the bus on the way home
Clovers in my eyes
Trying to stay awake, trying to stay away
Lying down on the grass
Clover bed under my back
Close my eyes in the middle of the day
Close my eyes and it feels just the same
Clovers in my eyes
The way the light falls on the bus on the way home
Clovers in my eyes
Trying to stay awake, trying to stay away
Clovers in my eyes
The way the light falls on the bus on the way home
Clovers in my eyes
Trying to stay awake, trying to stay away
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4. |
Habits
03:37
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Got fat coming off your spit
It goes around and around and around
Black shoes coming off the dirt
Kick down, kick down, kick down
My woods, my road, it’s not enough to know you
I’ve got my habits and I’ve got my time
I’ve got my own, but not enough to show you
Everybody has a season when you see them
This is what you want, what you wanted
Desperate to sleep but you stay up
My woods, my road, it’s not enough to know you
I’ve got my habits and I’ve got my time
I’ve got my own, but not enough to show you
Everybody has a season when you see them
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5. |
Saturated
02:48
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I’m feeling woozy in the back
Watching you talk and you laugh
I could follow you talking that way
I could follow you talking that way
I’m saturated with you, with you
I’m saturated with you, with you
Stop at the corner store
Set off the bell at the door
Go back, go back to the back wall
The pen in black written so small
I’m saturated with you, with you
I’m going back with you, with you
I’m going away
Nobody else would
I’m saturated with you, with you
I’m going back with you, with you
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6. |
Chinatown
03:12
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You give some and you take a little
It works out sometimes better than others
Oh never got my chance to say it
Oh but I can be so cruel
Oh the light in Chinatown tonight
Those are weaker days
When I talk to you, when I say your name
I can’t tell if I fell back asleep
Those were weaker days, when I talked to you
Sitting on a sink in the boys room
Ducking their head to get their hair cut
Nothing on the neck, nothing on the side
It comes off so easy
Oh the light in Chinatown tonight
Those were weaker days
When I talked to you, when I say your name
I can’t tell if I fell back asleep
Those were weaker days, when I talked to you
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7. |
Teenager
02:46
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Central Park West, west on 85th
Tires on the sidewalk in gasoline spit
Back to back I heard you shout and lose your voice
Judas Priest a dream deceived drift lightly from inside, boy
Don’t go crazy, don’t go crazy
Don’t call me Baby, don’t call me Baby
A Trans Am with a dashboard cam on your face
Goddamn, and you got your name on your plates
Think I can see your car leak, little bit from the right back rearview
(She said, she said)
Think I can hear you call me, cut it out man that's not cool
Just like a teenager, sending me back
Just like a teenager, talking like that
You’re sending me backwards
You’re sending me backwards
You’re sending me backwards
You’re sending me back
Just like a teenager, sending me back
Just like a teenager, talking like that
Don’t go crazy, don’t go crazy
Don’t call me Baby, don’t call me Baby
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8. |
Geology
04:28
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Head like a lit match, shifting your weight back
Half tipping over, this isn’t over
They just make noise, again and again and again
And they’re just boys, again and again and again
Oh skipping every other step, who knew what else was coming?
Oh the kids all know your name, you spent your summers running
Well guessing isn't knowing but everybody says that they know about you
They're talking on the stoop, asking how we all do everything that we do
And it's just noise, again and again and again
And they're just boys, again and again and again
Oh skipping every other step (every other step)
Who knew what else was coming? (who knew what else what coming)
Oh the kids all know your name (all know your name)
You spent your summers running
Oh skipping every other step (every other step)
Who knew what else was coming? (who knew what else was coming)
Oh the kids all know your name (all know your name)
You spent your summers running
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9. |
Casino Run
04:00
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Take it slow, with a pocket full of quarters
With a hand like that, he’s gonna win it all
In the approach, locking eyes with the dealer
Showing his teeth, he plays the old rules
Oh and in the end, there’s not really an end
Oh and when it falls, it isn’t worth it all
Hey man, you can’t go over 21
Hey kid, I’ve got the most you know I’ve won, I’m done
Other players start to gather round
Big anger always draws a crowd
Then it got loud
He flipped the table and grabbed the dealer by his tie
He looked behind him and said, Now people am I right?
They nodded and they sighed, nobody likes to lose
He said, We’re right (yeah), now we make the rules (now we make the rules)
It smells like vanilla with cigarettes and rum
Holding cards and cash between his finger and his thumb
Do it, do it, do it, do it, you get what you want
Killer, killer, be a killer, you come out on top
He’s running the table
The world can wait
The cooler’s watching over,
Is that all there is?
Oh and in the end, there’s not really an end
Oh and when it falls, it isn’t worth it all
Oh and in the end (he’s running the table), there’s not really an end (the world can wait)
Oh and when it falls (he’s running the table) it isn’t worth it all
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10. |
Hutch
02:26
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Alice Blue Gown stopped you downtown
Saw your hair and saw your curls
What you got, who you with, where you going?
What you got, who you with, where you going?
We can do better, we can do better than before
(Better, better...better than before again and better than before again and)
We could keep loving, we could keep loving some more
(Loving, loving...love a little more again and love a little more again and)
A body, body so different from your own — not to know it, not to feel it but sit beside it slow
What you got, who you with, where you going?
What you got, who you with, where you going?
We can do better, we can do better than before
(Better, better...better than before again and better than before again and)
We could keep loving, we could keep loving some more (loving, loving...love a little more again And love a little more again and)
We’re gonna treat you so much better
Loud and shouting, getting out
We’re gonna treat you so much better
Loud and shouting, getting out
We can do better, we can do better than before
(Better, better...better than before again and better than before again and)
We could keep loving, we could keep loving some more
(Loving, loving...love a little more again and love a little more again and)...
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Barrie New York
contact: ben@winspear.biz
booking (north america):
bbiesen@fieldbookingagency.com
booking (rest of world): will@atc-live.com
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