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Fantastic
02:58
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she's more strange than I thought anyone could be
for her soul tastes like milk and her legs like bumblebees
on the day we met I dreamed
half awake and half asleep
always listening to the same tune
in consonant homophony
and I'm waiting
I'm counting leaves
be quiet
on a distance we can see
the flare of things
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Lucy
02:10
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Lucy died on monday no one can lift us up
there's no sky to hide under
no more shiny songs
nothing that shines
the night feels like diamonds
it grows colder with the new sounds
there's no buzzing in my head
it all stopped when I saw Lucy die
Lucy you're supermarket music
she carries home sweet memories
of men she hasn't met
no neon dress or fancy hair
but Lucy thinks about herself
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frozen fingers holding the keys
bodies shaking while everyone else is asleep
a bed with aching pillows awaits
strange cities pass us by
swallowing the streets
we used to walk on almost every night
it keep us with a sense of something more
what could have been
the future on travelling wings
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4. |
A Series Of Weddings
03:41
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I was a ballboy at Roland Garros
an aspiring astronaut
a revolution won't be enough
burning buildings was all I ever saw
you borrowed my wedding ring
and traded it for strange pornography
you said it's a normal thing
at drowning, you can't say a thing
you borrowed my wedding ring
and traded it for strange pornography
you said it's a normal thing
I'm speechless, and I agree
don't let them fool you
don't let them be Castro
don't let them be W.
I tired to draw you a small map
it feels safer when there's no going back
but I can't draw anything right
so goodbye
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Orson Waltz
03:47
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waiting on a sunday morning
birds are chirping on the country side
you undress without warning
let us dance, dance
waiting on a sunday morning
we have earned the right
to spend all day and night in bed
we've won a sleeping grant
goodbye victorian houses
so long prissy postcards
a woman misses her cue
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I'm waiting
I'm going out of town
I'm expecting
a certain spell
motion in small details
something to came back to
I need you
where the weather never changes
if the sky is paralyzed
your eyelids will signal the passing of time
we can waste it as we like
we'll turn into something
that makes sense to you and I
something that our mouths
won't be afraid to name
I want to get out of town
and if Jenny drives an automatic
there's no need for us to change gears
no need to take charge
every reason to remain paralyzed
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7. |
Bluebird Sings The Blues
04:52
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bluebird sings the blues
there's a rabbit on the moon
no one can film it
hunting it is impossible
directors run out of ideas
and foxes face starvation
bluebird sings the blues
we haven't heard the news
president has killed again
shadows didn't leave a trace
just a summer verse that goes
hand in hand with amputation
bluebird sings the blues
are you drowning in your pools?
you built them based on faith
and filled them with
three legged horses
I can't out run them
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Third
05:40
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setting foot on a larger scale
the one where you can easily loose yourself
take with me with you, she said
how do I love this place
Alone she'll understand
but she cannot tell you what it means
alone she understands
on the night she drowned it meant something
never put a hat on a bed
and try to avoid all broken stairs
keep your weakness intact
there's a reason for these affairs
and if the third one is the last one
there are certain things we'll never figure out
like the major and the richter scale
heart throbs
heart beats
etc.
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Oh! The Wandering Cinema
05:35
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behind the movie babes
lie your moves babes
behind the wild courtesan
are your lovers eyes
I'm tired of being called a wanderer
when my home is on the screen
but I'm a wanderer
my heart can't stand still
behind the movie babes
there's an unlit cigarrette
behind the thick air
is a terribly weak sigh
I love being lost
and the years will be ghosts
holding road signs
leading us to where we are
earth be a spirit
earth be screenplay
earth be kind as a knife
shed your writer's block
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Antoine Reverb Guadalajara, Mexico
We're a psychedelic pop band. Sort of.
We have released a couple of LP's and a few digital EP's.
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