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Gatineau
03:23
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Cold Spring
03:06
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You said please move to Brooklyn
and I said ok
You promised if I waited
everything would be great
I waited for two years
and they turned to four
Now i am sitting thinking of
walking out the door
Oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
You were supposed to help me
after I'd helped you
I gave and gave and gave
and you just took
Now I need a hand
you've gone away
While I sit around lost
you go off and play
Oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
I think it might be time
to get gone for good
All these days a wasted
and misunderstood
Night turns into dawn
and I'm still full with booze
A drunken realization that
both of us lose
Oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
Oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
oooh oooh ooooh oooooh oooh
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Evergreen
02:27
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4. |
Denmark
03:53
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Beautiful sky seen from a bar stool
where we all stab our own backs
There's a 666 on the bathroom stall
and abandoned railroad tracks
I get lonesome
Getting fat on my own fear
pass that shot and beer here
I stomp on the floor just to make a sound
but no one's coming near
I get lonesome
Because you are alive now
the ceiling once told me
We'll just drive to Denmark
Before we head back to the Levee
We can be lonesome
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5. |
Meet Me In Montauk
03:59
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6. |
Don't Forget To Write
02:12
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All my biggest problems came from
all my best ideas
Don't forget to write
my dear
Underneath the lamplight
notebook postript near
Don't forget to write my darlin'
Don't forget to write
my dear
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7. |
Alight / Alone
04:43
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Today let's sail to Reykjavik
on conjured time and vessels
To its hushed, foreign labyrinths
and incubator vistas
Let's camp in frigid bars
mapping a new familiar
We won't think of home
we'll set the streets alight alone
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8. |
On The Wall
03:57
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Unlike the mole
I'm not in a hole
And I can't see anyway
Just like a doll
I'm one feet tall
But dolls can't see anyway
The frozen stare
The clothes and hair
These make me taste like a man
Tied to a door
Chained to a floor
An hour glass grain of sand
Swim in the sea
Swim inside me
But you can't swim far away
I never grew
Covered up by you
And nothing grows anyway
Life in a sack is coming back
I'm like the clock on the wall
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With his ramshackle, bargain basement, DIY approach to technology, Taperecorder's roots are deep in house, with nods to the punk aesthetic, early rave culture, and indie rock. Marc Francis cheekily infuses his signature squelchy beats with found sounds, acoustic doodlings, touches of glitch, and a naughty tale or two. ... more
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