1. |
Bær
02:53
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2. |
Arthaus Rock
02:49
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A torchlit blanket
Sleep over at Art’s house
And silence is a sh-sh, sh-sh
I don’t know what to do
Go out
Read up
Don’t go to sleep tonight
Sneak out to the vantage point
And stare upon, the naked city
Where I spent my holidays
Go out
Read up
It’s been so long
Never apologize
Never apologize
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3. |
Quit Jazz
03:52
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Where won’t I go
In the darkness of the weekend
I said no, this can’t be, this can’t be
The last jazz, it goes on
And we cannot grow tired
Oh my god, I’m so tired
Daniel, can’t seem, time to,
I’ll be moving on
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4. |
Days
04:15
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Her walk’s discrete
But there’s an echo in the street
Reverberating in the bannisters
Through apartments of barristers
Having dinner in kitchen rooms
Are filled with pigeon grooms
It’s been days now
Since you gave me the badge
Sent a telegram to stall you
To ask can I call you
I live in a museum now
And I want to compare
Where it’s at and what is where
Wallow, wallow, hollowed out
Now I’m evil
And the days are wrapped in grey
You know the window is open
Where the light bulb is broken
You were dancing past the ice cream vendors
To a record by The Seaside Menders
Pass right through the dull of my blank eyes
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5. |
Vault II
02:34
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Like a movie
See a lifetime flicker across the street
The radio advertiser does say
«Cricket & Circuit’s Company
They will take you up the hill
On New Year’s Eve
I believe we get a little closer every year»
He ties his tie a little tighter every year
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6. |
Among Verticals
01:56
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7. |
Rings Hollow
01:54
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Phone booth on the street outside
In the drizzle and the movie lights
The quiet week is gone
Just a pompous man with shiny shoes
Cannot be prevailed upon
The ocean’s in his ears tonight
Worn out posters, torn out notice
There are no stories at rings hollow
Just dimes that fell
In search of the operator
And who’s that kid?
With lipstick on, in her father’s leather jacket
Let me fall backwards through the pages of
The photographs that led me
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8. |
Swacket
03:43
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Varsity ties
Loved her once could love her twice
Should have gone to her show
Used to listen to her once, you know
In a worn grey poncho and a striking bow tie
We went Punch and Judy without ever knowing why
Either way now, suit yourself
Either way now, suit yourself
Don’t fail me tonight
There’s no way that I might
Say so
I don’t think so
Oh what you do when you’re close to me
But I’m not the man that I used to be
Either way now, suit yourself
Either way now, suit yourself
Don’t fail me tonight
There’s no way that I might
My sweetheart
My sweetheart
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9. |
IIFTTTLT
03:46
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Someday won’t you tell me it’s cool
There’s no reason to hide away
I was not that drunk, you know
People move around, a lot
Like chess pieces on a table
This turns out bad
Was this all I had
To say for myself
I used to be good looking
But now I’m evil
Saw ten thousand stars and I’m spinning
Black eyed through the door
And into the night
And I’m long gone tonight
Way out of sight
To ruin someone’s happiness
It is for them that the lights twinkle
And not for me
Saw ten thousand stars and I’m spinning
Black eyed through the door, and into the
Led me by the hand
Strange city at night
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10. |
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Tonight’s coolest concert
Grim la tengo
Over there’s George on bass
Except there is no bass
They covered Puccini
And a legal struggle would ensue
Wine and cardboard
I’ve got nowhere to go
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