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Left Coast Luv
05:11
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money doesn't matter but it always does
money doesn't have emotions
so many lovers are on the left coast singing
I tried to get out
I wish that my mind was the ocean
I'd ride out the ebb and flow
I'd fill it up with plastic and I'd signal smoke
nobody for miles
so many lovers are on the left coast singing
I tried to get out
you start to repel and then you look around
a mind is not matter
the thought of heaven above brings you a smile and a laugh
but you stick to the land and sea
so many lovers are on the left cost singing
I tried to get out
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2. |
Seven Days
03:05
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seven days out to sea
twenty years it seemed to me
the sun is gone, no alibi
wasting time as time goes by
moonlight on a rolling sea
twenty years it seemed to me
crumbled cliffs and iodine
white caps turn the sands of time
run old Molly run
I have taken myself
for a walk out in the sun
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3. |
Feed the Machine
04:51
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you live in a house; eating off a plate
spill food on the floor; preacher will tell you straight
you were tempted, fell, broke yourself down in every way
you can't feel anything clear, too much change in the atmosphere
government doublethink is shifting your ideals
you are running in circles from the monkey that's on your back
American golden kid- you're rising like the sea
fueling up your jets, conquering the source of being
you streamlined the winding path to be successful
feed the machine and make your destination accessible
you bathe in the river of death with ripples made of fire
you're ripping off your friends, working your ass off
to streamline the winding path to be successful
feed the machine to make your destination accessible
virtual spheres, mimicking time
start to feel weird, calm down your mind
let's pretend like you never had that thought
fly on a jet, hop on a train
plug on in, there's no one to blame
nothing you can do will make it all disappear
let it all change you down to your deepest fears
living this life, love in your eyes
pools of black fail your sweet disguise
no fear of death, it's just a tactful little lie
think you can create an empty afterlife
coming together, living as one
that's not as fun as what's about to come
settle your score and find a better way to fall asleep
feed the machine and make your location accessible
American golden kid- you're rising like the sea
fueling up your jets, conquering the source of being
you streamlined the winding path to be successful
feed the machine and make your destination accessible
you bathe in the river of death with ripples made of fire
you're ripping off your friends, working your ass off
to streamline the winding path to be successful
feed the machine to make your destination accessible
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I've got a stack of receipts I can't tie with a rubber band
I've got a stack of receipts I can't tie with a rubber band
I've got a Bible I can't touch with my right hand
I was feeling lonely when we stayed at the Motel 6
I was feeling lonely when we stayed at the Motel 6
You whispered in my ear, sounded like Stevie Nicks
Lost eyed reptilian momma- shed a layer on me
you had your first born baptized in the fire water
and the CPS, they got the best of you, babe
you are a rambler, you are a gambler, and you are a night owl
you are a rambler, you are a gambler, and you are a night owl
hide in the cottage, I know that it will straighten you out somehow
you're not turning tricks, you're no mail order bride
but when you say you stay clean I know that you're lying
early in the morning you're on the Puget Sound flight
Lost eyed reptilian momma- shed a layer on me
you had your first born baptized in the fire water
and the CPS, they got the best of you, babe
you are a rambler, you are a gambler, and you are a night owl
you are a rambler, you are a gambler, and you are a night owl
hide in the cottage, I know that it will straighten you out somehow
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5. |
Dora
03:00
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Dora stood out upon the river bank
talking to the Devil and the parasites
it aint been the same since 2008
she turned the cold ground into a strobe light
hey Ms. Dora I see you let the fear go as you speed thru the city
forget about your past life, look at all the pretty lights
streaming thru the weeping willow tree
chasing down a meadowlark, sipping on honey
I'll meet you in a while on the banks downstream
she drank some beer, drank some rye, dipped her bucket in the clear blue sky
in the valley we watched the spring rain fall
Dora saw clear to the bottom of Hell
She lost her child, lost her home, a demon stole the sun and now it's all gone
Dora wanders thru the town all alone
I love her and so does everyone
hey Ms. Dora I see you let the fear go as you speed thru the city
forget about your past life, look at all the pretty lights
streaming thru the weeping willow tree
chasing down a meadowlark, sipping on honey
I'll meet you in a while on the banks downstream
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6. |
Bright Morning Stars
03:43
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bright morning stars are rising
day is a-breaking in my soul
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