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Think!
03:33
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You're standing and
I'm swinging
I think
You're gorgeous but
It's not important, no
It's not important what I think
You bought another drink
You're working and
I'm working on it
Whatever that means
Make a fortune, now
Break the porcelain down
It's not important what I think
Cause I'm taking a back seat
It's not important, I don't think
I'm taking a back seat
It's not important what I think
Repurposed but
Still orbits
I wonder what you'd think
Forget that
I mentioned it
It's not important, I don't think
Cause I'm taking a back seat
It's not important what I think
I'm taking a back seat
It's not important, I don't think
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2. |
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I burnt the coffee
Waiting for the news to come up fake
I've been flipping every board
Just to try and find the game
I'm witness to a marvel
I'm witness to a lie
I'm running out of patience
And taking it in stride
I've been flipping through the pages
Looking for the big reveal
I am swimming in a fallacy
To suffocate what's real
I'm witnessing a marvel
I wish it was a lie
I'm running out of patience
Running out of time
Running out of patience, eh?
Running out of time
Now they are counting up the ballots
They're running all the data
There are pundits and opinions
There is love and there is hatred
I'm witness to a marvel
I wish it was a lie
Running out of patience
Running out of time
Running out of patience, eh?
Running out of time
Running out of patience, eh?
Running out of time
Well I burnt the coffee
Waiting for the news to come up fake
I've been flipping every board
Just to try and find the game
I'm witnessing a marvel
I'm witnessing a lie
I'm running out of patience
Running out of time
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3. |
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His guitar is only this big
And a couple things are missing
Yet, you're listening
And his guitar is only this big
Man, her voice is only once inch
And everyone is measuring
Everyone and everything
Everyone's a measurement
But I have a radio
And it's unmistakeable
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
Some people are turning out
Some people are turning in
And some of the bleeding hearts
They're under arrest again
Just look at the President
Everyone's a measurement
Everyone and everything
Everyone's a measurement
But I have a radio
And it's unmistakeable
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
And it's unmistakable
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
And it's insatiable
I have a radio
I have a radio
Eye of a radio
And it's unmistakable
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
Eye of a radio
And it's insatiable
I have a radio
I have a radio
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4. |
St. Laurent, the Apostle
02:42
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Caught wearing sunglasses indoors with the lights off
Man, I don’t wanna see a damn thing
Just leave the smokes on the counter
By that busted up router
Cause I wanna breathe in more nicotine
I’ll leak my head in the pool of my arms
On a pillow made of Aspirin and panache
While lying warm by the heat of a fire
Fueled by all my missing cash
Yeah
I’m leaning towards 86'ing my morals
Cause I don’t smile with all of my teeth
I think it’s boring not to think in the plural
I think it's boring, I think that it's easy
Now let’s get down to what most people call business
And take a good hard look at the world
It’s revolutionary to shop for forgiveness
With every penny that the boys went and stole from the girls
Now give it up cause you know that concession
Is what’s missing from a compromise
It’s a line up the nostril
St Laurent, the Apostle
Making love to the death of July
Yeah
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5. |
Weapon
04:37
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Man, the whole block smelled like electrical fire
There were ConEd trucks and a spindle of wire
Then the lights flickered off, all the kids got excited
Then a string quartet of police sirens
So I looked for my smokes & saw the pack on the ground
My last 27, she was bleeding out
So I lifted up a Spirit and pretended to like it
Simple little pistol, just a bullet we’re firing
1
2
3
4
There was close to an eighth, a Pax vaporizer
A c’est les bon temps plastic novelty lighter
She said “I’m not armed officer, I can’t find my license
I swear on your god. I swear on my life, man.”
I can’t breathe
1
I can’t, please
2
I can’t breathe
3
I can’t, please
4
I can’t breathe
5
I can’t, please
6
I can’t breathe
7
I can’t, please
8
I can’t breathe
9
I can't, please
10
I can’t breathe
11
Hold me like a weapon
I don’t think I can stand up
Hold me like a weapon
I don't think I can stand up
Hold me like a weapon
Baby, that goes without question
Hold me like a weapon
Baby, that goes without question
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6. |
Hard Truths (feat. Cuni)
04:18
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Big gulp of primordial soup
Hey, I flirt with dysmorphia, too
And you know that I’m here for you
That’s a hard truth
Big dose of some extract at 2
I’m going through an episode, tru
GAD and a case of the Blues
I just wanted to talk to you
But the hard truth
Is we got loose
That’s the hard truth
Great view of the trashcan
King Knee-Jerk Reaction
Bet you’re learning your lesson
You will be better
Ask your permission
That’s the hard truth
In case you needed more proof
That’s the hard truth
Cause the hard truth
Is we got loose
That’s the hard truth
Big hill so lose the bravado
Just skip to tomorrow
Man, I hope that you follow
Get the canvas back to your Kahlo
That’s the hard truth
In case you needed more proof
That’s the hard truth
Cause the hard truth
Is we got loose
That’s the hard truth
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You’re so young and white
I bet you think you’re in love. Well, alright!
Bet you feel sometimes you’re a bit uptight
But it helps you sleep and you kinda like it
Bet, you’re on
Cause everything you’re sold
Its all you’ve got
And everything feels old
And everything you’re told
Is always false
And everything feels old
Bet you lost your religion. Oh my!
No idea where it goes, but it goes all the time
But you feel what you feel and it feels alright
Ain’t it nice to feel something, am I right?
Bet, you’re on
Cause everything you’re sold
Is all you’ve got
And everything feels old
And everything you’re told
Is always false
And everything feels old
Yeah, bet. You're on
Cause everything you stole
Is all you’ve got
And everything feels old
Now every place we go
There’s always cops
And everything feels old
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8. |
Hint! (feat. Matt Lange)
04:36
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I wanna get rained on
I wanna get drenched
In the weight of the heavens
Soak me to death
I want to believe
In everything that I can
But I cannot believe
That I'm here again
I can't take a hint
I can't take a hint
I'm reading my heart rate
I'm reading for truth
I'm only as dead
As the free print will prove
I'm glad that it hurts
I'm glad that it stings
So I know that it's real
(At) least that's what I think
I can't take a hint
I can't take a hint
I can't take a hint
I can't take a hint
The whole of our bodies
The whole of our faith
Are just matter and light
And we will be replaced
The whole of our bodies
The whole of our faith
Are just matter and light
And we will be replaced
We will be replaced
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The Bottom Dollars New York
Cherch &
Berg &
Mick &
Sean &
Chris &
Jer
"Professional Sonic Assassins" - CMJ
"The sonic version of a worn-in leather jacket" - P&W
"It's having a flask tucked, at all times, in the inside pocket of any coat that would ever be worn. It's keeping that flask healthily full with something that coats." - Paste Magazine
"The Bottom Dollars go ALL NIGHT!" - Village Voice
"Smoldering" - The Deli
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