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Cassette Intro
01:36
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Desert Community
02:44
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how do you think you'll get very far
always crashing in the same car
that you did last week
what we do is stare at the sun
now you wanna think you are the only one
in my desert place
baby it's alright
it's okay
there's no right
there's no wrong way
we all live inside
our desert community
baby it's alright
it's okay
there's no right
there's no wrong way
we look to you
we all stare at the sun
whaddya think we're gonna do
when we look around
and we see that you are the only one left now
how do you think it's gonna be
when we say, "we are three”
when we used to be one
baby it's alright
it's okay
there's no right
there's no wrong way
we all live inside
our desert community
baby it's alright
it's okay
there's no right
there's no wrong way
well, whadda ya know?
we all go west from here
what do ya think we're gonna do
when you look at us and we look at you
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3. |
Come On!
04:06
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cheers!
barbecue
grab your paper plate
and if you could handle the tunes tonight that would be great
i think we wanna put a record on
something by the Rolling Stones
you know i heard dad say it’s been a while since he last heard Exile
so come on
come on
we’ve been waiting for you
come on
come on
we made room for your family too
so come on
“now let us say grace,” i hear Father Rob
and if you got nothing to do, mom hands out the jobs
she’ll have you watching children by the pool
to enforce the buddy rule
you know at 5 o’clock there’s sidewalk chalk halfway ‘round the block
so come on
come on
we’ve been waiting for you
come on
come on
and we’re glad that your brother's here too
so come on
cheers!
end of the night
wine in mason jars
and Aunt Sarah and some of the girls head out for the cars
which started rumors of a Kimball’s run
little voices, setting sun
you know by 8 o’clock there’s sidewalk chalk all around the block
and then at 9 o’clock the dads all said, “kids, it’s time for bed.”
so come on
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4. |
Vinnie Valentino
02:54
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bright lights
changing color of my eyes
i won’t stop ’til we get out of here
in here there are certain questions
out there we can disappear
if you want the sweet surprise
the love that holds all your lies
we would say to you
whoa we gotta leave the city
whoa before we run out of time
what they do isn’t pretty
what’s worse they do it all the time
they do it all the time
here the walls are closing in
the inner state is bust
what once was a palace of sin
has now become a world of dust
if you wanna know the truth
i’m already sick of you
i am so sick of you
we would say
whoa you gotta leave the city
whoa before you run out of time
what we do isn’t pretty
what’s worse we do it all the time
we do it all the time
cover it up
c’mon and cover it up
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en route to New York
had to get some juice in the pipes
fazed sheer on benzos
wasn't clear when we arrived
someone started unpacking
i wasn't sure what was happening
when i saw her
walkin' to me
and our eyes met
like she knew me
i just wanted to hide my head
and turn away
i saw her smile
and heard her say
hey
how's your day?
hey
how long you gonna stay?
hey
i'll lead the way
here take my hand i'll make sure you're okay
bites at the Kayser
then a stroll to Starry Night, Manet,
the crowds jostling each & every flight
arm in arm now
call it a sign...
or was it a tempo game
and could i keep in time?
Mionetto
before she leaves for the boroughs
and her invites
as her Lyft fades into the night
hey
what a day
hey
ya think she's gonna stay?
hey
and lead the way
and take my hand and make sure i'm okay
two lovers
sight in sight
sleepin’ in same bed
with different dreams
they just couldn't get it right
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7. |
Fool's Gold
03:06
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wrong doors open easily and they’ll lock behind you
king me
rippin’ darts reminds me, eating plates, eating trays of shook foil
all our lives they’ve known i’ve been searching for fool’s gold
but they’re just throwing forearm shivers
in the streets, so many faces
getting lost in familiar places
yeah we choose the dogs we feed
the mobs we lead
the fields we bleed
and the promises we keep
rippin’ darts reminds me, eating plates, eating trays of shook foil
wrong doors open easily
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8. |
Theme for 16-bit Heroes
02:04
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