1. |
The Berkeley Arms
03:30
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Promise to forgive me
Swear if I do it again
Well I’ll wake this house up way past dark
And go to sleep in it
Wrestling with tradition
Wooden nose wouldn’t do me no harm
They know I’m lying, that I’ll be gone
Waiting outside the Berkeley Arms
Stop staring at me longer than's allowed
Detoured the parades away from my house
Could find another reason to believe
I’d rather just leave
If only I could see what you could see
It wouldn’t be so hard
A sea of reason rises
For every drop of truth
If you swear its you that’s right
I’ll shout your judgement from the roof
Wrestling with conviction
Is this as sacred as it seems
I’m tired of trying to fall asleep
with Berkeley Arms reaching for me
Stop staring at me longer than's allowed
Detoured the parades away from my house
I could find another reason to believe
I’d rather just leave
If only I can see what you can see it wouldn’t be so hard
I can see a thing and I cant feel a thing at all
But when I hears those sounds I know I’m going down
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2. |
City lawns
04:09
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Your howls are competing with the other hyennas
Gliding down the highway at dark
Your one working headlight shines like a compass
Reaching for your yard
There the city is
And there the city goes
North north north
You take your course
Knowing that I wont be long
Till the shine and the shimmer where the memories linger
All along our city lawn
This times always humid,
Till its not
You get caught locked out of your car
Just wanna hear that engine roar in between those yellings of yours
The city’s got a rainforest coming for us
You sure you wanna try the shore
South south south
Trying to get out
As the windowsills tap along
To our
stretching
and
yawning
Soaked
to the
bone,
Laughing
and lazy
city lawns
Then the town erupts
False alarm of the firetrucks
The sirens swoon in key
To the tune of your springsteen
He’s howling how its kinda hard
He’s singing that its sorta the same
Whether you were
Born to a new York city serenade
Or just bump into a city lawn
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3. |
Receiver
03:44
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There you go again
talking like its over
Doing as you’re supposed to
Getting much older than me
Fill your head with electricity
Go to bed to the buzzing of bees
And if the buzzing doesn't stop you from falling asleep,
Just lay there quietly wait and see
And if you don’t think that I can’t dig down deep
I got a couple of friends that’ll make you believe
T.V.’s on loud
But you don’t make a sound
And the last thing you need before you go to bed
Is with six feet flying thru the roof of your head
But here it comes
Cologne commercial come on
You got the feeling all wrong
It’s not your fault, its in a pretty rough spot
Don’t think I’m a stranger to your see thru oh no’s
I was born and raise on your tongue and cheek back bone
I’ll see you soon
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4. |
Midnight sessions
02:05
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First lessons
Thirst quenching
A mess of things you never thought about mixing
The field house,
Its weird out
Bats are caving in our midnight session
Cats are raiding that mouse holes, oh well
I focus on her braid thru the smoke cloud
I focus on the motion detection
Threatening our midnight session
A park jeep
A slight breeze
Self inflicted friction
The swing of the car keys
Passed me
Passed the fur trees
She adjusts her aperture
To capture the......ggaaaa al al alsi.d;SV
I focus on the falling leaves dance amongst the ever greens
I focus on the motion detection, nowhere to be seen
I focus on that U.F.O, or maybe I’m just dreaming
I focus on anything
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5. |
Dogpound
05:06
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90 pounds, dripping wet
and a look on your face
suggests its best if
He gets yelled at a little more often
He’ll be wearing that frown
laying in his coffin or
Staring down the barrel of a gun
Or at least turning his head when some bark makes him run
If its gonna be that kind of Tuesday night
I got my money on the boys in blue
The young can clean up quite allright but that sports drink doesn't taste the way it should
There brewing something, something that they’re not used to
90 pounds, dripping wet a look on your face, how could you forget that
flinching at the crack of the bat,
your ride is leaving its your only way back
He heard the dog pound call
Born ready, born to be a ball player
Its gonna be that kind of Tuesday night
I got my money on the boys in blue, the young can clean up quite allright
The sports drink don’t taste the way it should
They’re brewing something, something you're not use to
I’m sure he read the new
Another kid got shot, another baller juiced, all the while these planes flying lower than
No, don’t go there, just you wait.
Got another thing coming and its coming this way
Just run outside with nothing on,
A portrait of those sixties songs
Or bow your head
And repeat after them
I’m never going home again
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6. |
Jaguar Joe
03:41
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Jaguar joe was feeling low
Teeth were getting crooked right under his nose
Only way to go from here is up
But the elevators broken and the gates are shut
Happy birthday older than he thought
Passed the kids his age making half court shots
Too late for safety too soon to understand
How all these crooked teeth fit into his plans
If only this fever can wait another day
Till the one hes got right now goes away
Amy ohio, aint she just wild!
Finding formulas for joes missing smile
To shared with him she’ll have to try her best
So with the grace of a guillotine, she softly suggests
“lets get wasted,
laugh our ass of on the floor of your basement.
Take in in fast,
I don’t know how long it will last
This laughing gas”
If only this fever could wait another day,
Till the one we’ve got right now goes away
Three's a party so here comes pistol pete
Empty car seat in the back of his X3
Kids off at his moms
Lets go have some fun
Three were last seen god knows where
with who knows
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7. |
Crooked stairs
06:08
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Please don’t stare
Your mother taught you better
The drinks outside are wetter that the rain in here
So stay a while
Play eyes and crooked smiles
Singing songs you haven’t heard since you got out of the car
Singing all we do is win, win win,
Wink to force a smile
All we do is sing sing sing
Like a rotten choir
All the young pick and choose, what they wanna hear in swimming pools
drink drink drink
These crooked stares they follow me
And laugh at all the symmetry
We’re looking for but cant seem to find
And you swears it’s the stairs that are crooked
But I can hear the floorboards creak
Despite those crooked stairs, someone made it to the peak
Singing all we do is win, win win,
Wink to force a smile
All we do is sing sing sing
Like a rotten choir
All the young pick and choose, what they wanna hear in swimming pools
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8. |
Going, going...
04:55
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On the other side, of this black and white
Transmission, I’m listening
In a more colorful condition
Legs-crossed-kicks-flicked-off on the carpet
I wouldn’t dismiss it, even if its:
Dishes aren't done and dads barking up the wall
There’s a time to need surviving and a time to fuck it all
Could act as if from Sunday till the next apocalypse
I hear sounds the last to go, I can hear the awful tick
Another Irish blessing you can put to the test
Hang it and frame it like all the rest
Hope for heaven a hour before the devil knows your dead
Well I hear sounds the last to go, I hear tip toes to your bed
In parody of greatness I could cover both my ears
Silence all the singing, still these things they persevere
A ringing in the absences passed the bedlam in the streets
I hear sounds the last to go, I just hope it sounds as sweet as:
Wait, just wait, no miracles today
I hear sounds the last to go and you hear me creeping up your way
By the time I arrive you don’t seem taken by surprise
But I look around at black and white and you listening on the other side
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Berkeley Arms New York, New York
music written and recorded by ryan tucker
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