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BPM
05:33
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I skipped the fall and counted down
I left you all and turned around
It’s been a long time
I left before it all came down
I woke to you holding me holding you
Look now: Bowery. New Years. Nightfall.
I should’ve known that soon
You’d wear it like a wound
Knowing boys lie too
I left a comment that said turn it down
I touched the glass and it kind of turned me on
No way up, no way down. Free fall
I’ll skip the part when I got my start
Bouncing round all the back rooms and city lots
You brought the comma and oh god I caught the full stop
I should’ve known that soon
You’d wear it like a wound
Knowing boys lie too
Me, I’m trying to think over this techno
Me, I’m trying to think over this
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2. |
League of Nations
05:47
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When the night won’t stop
Never here means never there
You tell ‘em you’re staying put
But the light won’t lie
Karma connection
Call it anything you want
Oh my god
It’s tearing me apart
You’re a troubled little mint
I’m sorry for everything
When the signs won’t lie
Never here means never there
For a state or county line
No thought will survive
Memories of ponytails
Spinning in the light
Oh my god
It’s tearing me apart
You’re a troubled little mint
Found the trucker speed and you’re selling it
You’re a leather bound love and you’re loving it
You’re lost and back where you first started
Oh my god
It’s tearing me apart
Some twenty minutes on
It’s the longest that you got
From where we’ve been
To you where you think you’re headed
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3. |
Local Support
04:01
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Alone in the dark
Like a lullaby
Say it out loud
Like you don’t know why
I stuck around
Made a mess at best
You were the last to sigh that night:
I outlived myself.
Born in the club
And you don’t know why
There’s art on the walls
I made art in the stall
I used to play
Maybe two sets a week
Wait, you're not the band from the bill
You're not the singer from the stage
My stride is state wide
I never step outside
Ask where I’m from
And I’ll point to the ground
Not beyond here and still outta reach
Like a breeze in the high desert heat
Was the look she gave me
I believe in the songs
I believe that support can come in all forms
I believe in the saints
I believe the best sets can go unheard
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4. |
Nomads in the Light
03:54
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Memory be good to me
I walk with a limp, some call it a strut
Never forgotten, never messed with
Nomads in the light are omens at night
I’m on laundromat time
And quarters are fine
Like the shapes on your shirt
Our choices can hurt
Memory be good to me
You did what you could and sold if off fast
To love is a lie and to lie means love
Through the cracks you can see to those underneath
I’m on laundromat time
And quarters are fine
Like the shapes on your shirt
Our memories hurt
New days be good to us
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5. |
We Deliver
03:49
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Back on the run and we’re born on the lam
Notice my hands in the dark
Both the same
It's okay
Broke a bottle on the bridge like it was a ship
Kind of pissed when we didn't move at all
When we didn't float away
We got romantically detained
Loving the rhythm but losing the feeling
Where did we all come apart
If you tell it like a statement
They'll go easy on the questions
Fighting the wind and the voices for days
I don’t feel much like I thought
Indicate
Say my name
Wine and liquor, we always deliver
Anything you need round back
Sail away my friends
Sail away to the end
I know you’re trying or was it just dying
These are the sounds that we make
I know you’re trying or was it just dying
Not much more now we could say
I know we’re trying or was it just dying
I nearly checked myself in
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6. |
Build Me a Mystery
06:35
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I was built to last and built to fall
Rounded the corner
Punched in the face
Waiting for a breeze under Joshua trees
I follow bass
No use for the beat
So turn to the west
Now turn to your left
Ask me why I’m here
Ask me why anywhere
I was so far gone, so out to sea
I was so far gone, so out of reach
I call from the Port Authority
Midtown lost and found is where we meet
I love like a mountain
You move like a cloud
All restroom scents
And French cigarettes
Build me a mystery
Some way it all could be
Circle around me
Buy me a history
Kids tend to scare me
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7. |
The Grace Notes
03:51
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He looked at me with one dead eye
Asked for an exit hiding in plain sight
I was lost between state lines
Like a bouncer on a bike
Never safe when it’s not the motorized kind
I came to in a side stage room
Slipping on the grenadine
Slow to stand on the concrete
Light to dark, night to day
Follow the handrails
So alive with nothing to say
They called themselves the grace notes
For a few years on now
No one really got the joke
But every time they showed up
To this metal machine club
I watched confused
Five nights, tens sets
No love at the exits
Buybacks. No tips.
We’d walk around to settle down
Not quite holding hands now
Love is not quite letting go
They called themselves the grace notes
Always hard to follow
No sound from the stage
No life on the range
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8. |
They Found Me Here
03:38
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They found me on the old river walk
Under the bridge at dawn
They found me committed
Aging like a speed limit
They found me out
Playing for hooks
I was paid off the books
Spread out like a map on the street
Oil and water at my feet
Mix it fast and swirl it all round
No room for light, no room for sound
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Merchandise
03:20
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Awake in a tidal wave
Hardly ever knew the seasons change
Today in a metal cage
I watch your band from an authorized stand
I’m a relic. I’m a random
I show up like a ransom then
I tried and died here
I read the sizes still
Count by hand and sort at the van
By the loading dock
Sea of rocker vests and the digital clock
Love your chorus
More than one versus is so combative
Four paid at the gate
I watched some guy drink salsa straight
No time to commiserate
Never any space at municipal dates
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