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Lambtree
01:30
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I’ve been spending most nights alone in my apartment
Burning incense and listening to old records I’ve heard a thousand times before
I’m staring at the painting on the wall
Red and green swirling around me
Could this be some sort of ethereal dream
No, it’s just another lonely Friday night
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Long Live
02:38
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We got your headstone today
It was perfect
Black and grey
With a picture of you
With Clearviews
Records om the wall
Giving it your all
A line of poetry
From XIII
We got your headstone today
It was perfect
And there’s just one thing I need you to know
Shit was lit when you were here
Long live Swirlgaze
Shit was lit when you were here
Long live Swirlgaze
Shit was lit
When you were here
Long live Swirlgaze
Long live Swirlgaze
Long live
Long live
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3. |
Sing to Me
03:56
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Sing to me through the trees
Whispering softly
Your voice rustles in the leave
I love it when you sing to me
I never wanted to write these songs
And I’d give them all back
For blue skies and dry eyes
No more dancing alone at night
I’m floating in the ethereal plane
I hear your voice calling my name
I’ll sing along until my voice gives out
I’ll these chords until my fingers bleed
Your voice
I love it when you sing to me
I never wanted to write these songs
And I’d give them all back
For blue skies and dry eyes
No more dancing alone at night
Sing to me
Sing to me
I love it when you sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me through the trees
As I fall asleep
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Neon
03:25
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Lately I’ve been wondering
What makes an artist
It’s not the paint or the pencils
Not the American Sprits or rolled up jeans
It’s got nothing to do with Aesthetics
Or the profoundness of your statement
This city’s got dreamers
That shine bright like the stars in the night sky
They’re dimmed, drowned out
By neon lights
And I’m starting to understand
What Josh Dies meant when he said “Stab art to death”
This shit that art has become
It’s time to die
This city’s got dreamers
That shine bright like the stars in the night sky
They’re dimmed, drowned out
By neon lights
It doesn’t belong in a den of thieves
Set art free
Doesn’t belong in a den of thieves
Set art free
This city’s got dreamers
That shine bright like the stars in the night sky
They’re dimmed, drowned out
By neon lights
Sell your beer
Sell the things we don’t need
God damn
Set art free Sell your beer
Sell the things we don’t need
God damn
Set art free
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5. |
Fargo
02:56
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And I spent April
Writing haikus in the van
I can’t express myself
In more than 17 syllables
Where are the leaves in the trees
In Fargo in April
Where are the leaves in the trees
In Fargo in April
Wheat field pass me by
As we drive home to the Ozarks
Life springs into trees
Why not me
Where are the leaves in the trees
In Fargo in April
Where are the leaves in the trees
In Fargo in April
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6. |
Sad Like Courtney
02:02
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I’ll never be Mason Blaize
I’ll never write a song like Bay State
I want to be someone
Who means something to you
I’ll never be as sad as Courtney
I can’t make friends with strangers
And do I mean anything to you
And do I mean anything to you
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Grey Eyes Kansas City, Missouri
Nothing gold can stay. Cherish it while you have it.
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