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Favorite Records
04:04
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Are you tired of me yet
Like the CD in your car you keep on repeat?
Isaac Brock worked on the soundtrack
Once the dashboard melted, we just watched TV
We reached for old CDs
It felt like Blood on the Tracks when I knew you weren't coming back
But it wasn't blue I was tangled in
There were white stripes and simple math
I sit at home
And listen to my favorite records
This one never gets old
If that needle don't skip, everything will be all right
You had me feeling like I was the Doors in Ybor City
I'm Charlemagne in sweatpants
With nothing but a 20th century fox to hold me steady
We tripped through the Mystic Valley on a sunshine daydream, a gentleman's pact
We were she & him perch patchwork
Bursting at the seams while listening 'til we play it back
I sit at home
And listen to my favorite records
This one never gets old
If that needle don't skip, everything will be all right
The soul is a funny thing
Craig Finn, he tried to warn me
He said certain songs get scratched into your soul
If you play 'em back with a red right hand, boy, you'll feel everything again
It's like planting a bad seed when thinking about you
'Cause you're only in my head if I let you in
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2. |
Nobody Needs You
03:36
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Take a walk downtown
You can see life carry on
She got tired of waiting on your sorry self
Now she's gone
Cheap for such assistance
Still you wait in line to see the show
Tell them that you'll see them all there
But none of your friends go
Maybe try a new town
When nobody needs you around
Get yourself a day job
It's nobody's life but your own
You got yourself around
Now you're out there drifting all alone
Maybe it's time for a new town
When nobody needs you around
And if I speak, it's not me you hear
It's someone else
And I don't like him all that much
You're still an empty page
You're gonna have to fill it on the fly
Maybe I'll lend a hand
Maybe we'll hide it in the sand
And maybe try a new town
'Cause nobody needs us around
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3. |
Alternative Facts
04:15
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You smell like old money
You've got millions and millions that used to be your daddy's
You'll make everything great again - that's the power of myth
Build a wall to keep 'em out just to box us in
That shit just makes me angry
Wikileaks and the DNC prove you've never been with me
Now you wanna include me in - that's the power of myth
You've never been on my side, you got the system rigged
Give us fact instead of this myth
You hold us down
You hold us back when you feed us that bullshit
It's probably nothing
It's like we'd rather not know than have to diagnose him
I mean, he's always been a strange kid - that's the power of myth
Ignore the monster in his head, soon it's under his bed
I'm really lucky
My skin's white enough for the cops to avoid me
They're all protecting & serving - that's the power of myth
Spilling blood don't bring back the dead, it starts the cycle again
Give us fact instead of this myth
You hold us down
You hold us back when you feed us that bullshit
Your hands are cold and bloody
Pontius Pilate tried to wash and made the water cloudy
You'll make us all righteous again - that's the power of myth
Build Heaven, and pretty soon that's all there is
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Let 'Em Eat Cake
03:29
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Jesus turned the water to wine
Now we're all drunk
The table is set
Everybody's gathering 'round
Some are saying their prayers
But most know they'll be left out
Every seat has been reserved
They got us all fighting for scraps
But that's the real show for the dinner guests who came for the food
And stayed for the bloodbath
I know they don't give a shit
We're just the pawns that they play with
And it will stay that way until we kill the King and the Queen
It's one thing to have your cake
It's another thing to eat it, too
But when you spit in the face of the one who bakes
Don't be surprised when they poison your food
I know they don't give a shit
We're just the pawns that they play with
And it will stay that way until we kill the King and the Queen
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Incubators New Orleans, Louisiana
Folk rock band out of New Orleans, Louisiana.
Ryan Church - guitar, vocals
Wade Hymel - guitar, vocals
Matt Doyle - bass, vocals
Stephen Hansel - drums, vocals
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