1. |
Elixir
03:13
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Tired feeling sleepless in the night?
Demon dancing?
Doctor, do you have a cure?
Post-traumatic antiseptic
Like Elixir
Tastes so tragic
We stay patient
Praying for tomorrow
One day we may
Find the words to say
At a loss for now
Like an empty bottle
Louder we sing
Doctor do you have a cure?
Post-traumatic antiseptic
Like elixir
Tastes so tragic
Chosen poison bring me heaven
Like elixir
Taste that magic
Post-traumatic antiseptic
Like elixir
Tastes so tragic
Chosen poison bring me heaven
Like elixir
Taste that magic
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2. |
Blue Sky
03:29
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Water far as the eye can see
Yeah your thirst for eternal bliss
Is insatiable
Return me to eternity
For the rest of my life
All I ever want is
Blue sky
Way up there past them pearly gates
Are you comfortable?
Or still stuck in the wait?
End of line, where do I take my number?
Will I ever see that sky again?
Blue sky
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3. |
Faulty Memory
03:07
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In a far off place
I'm staring at the wall
Asking 'What's my name?'
I sit there waiting for ages
Tell me what's name
I swear I won't say a word
Faulty memory
Delete and repeat to no one
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4. |
Eyes
03:36
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The blood in these veins,
From heart to brain,
Try to find their way,
To get to the face,
And wrap around the socket,
Squeeze their way right under the brow,
Bleed into the iris,
Right behind the eyelid
'Cause your eyes,
They can't taste,
Where ya lookin'
If only it were,
A perfect world,
You would find me gunning,
For another vessel,
But beggars can't be choosers,
And maybe I've been wrong all this time,
If I only knew what you're going through.
Curse your eyes.
Your eyes,
They can't taste,
Where ya lookin'
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5. |
Bad Men
03:23
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You play the part of the country rose
Wearing silk so thin like a piece of rope
He plays the part of the country hero
Defending this whole town with his own two hands
From the bad men
From the bad men
Woo-hoo!
From the bad men
From the bad men
Woo-hoo!
Don't you wish you were me?
I'm the god of this town, Shame.
This part you play ain't the role you chose
'The dumb damsel, dancing in the red stilettos'
He believes he can only be the one to save you
He's the chosen savior of this land
From the bad men
From the bad men
Woo-hoo!
From the bad men
From the bad men
Woo-hoo!
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6. |
Out of Place
03:41
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Bones, let me embrace,
Feel inside, for what remains,
I found that child,
Kept in a cage,
Sitting on his own,
Wondering what it's like in space.
It's so lonely,
As he cries for a home,
to escape from within.
Like you, I can feel out of place.
Burn, moth to the flame,
There's no light for you today,
So run from here,
Fly away,
Go off on your own,
Everyday I'll look to space,
'Cause it's lonely,
Down on Earth,
Where I lay,
These bones hold onto me.
Like you, I can feel out of place.
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Haven't Thought Framingham, Massachusetts
A project by Framingham, MA based artist AJ LaSalle largely inspired by early 2000s garage rock/indie/alternative.
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