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Loose Grip on a Lion
03:11
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I am the raging bull when I’m not the clown
I’m a ballet dancer in a funnel cloud
I’ve been losing it lately
Just kind of wearing down
I’ve no clue what I’m doing and time is running out.
You can take my hand, but baby, I don’t know where to go
I tend to drive on blind luck all alone.
I’ve got a loose grip on a lion.
I don’t need to tell you that I’ll be just fine.
I can swim underwater
I can dance through fire
I am a confident handshake
I’m the seed of doubt
I’m your guardian angel
And the thorn in your crown.
You can lean on me and I’ll try to keep us in line
But I steer this ship with no hands half the time.
I’ve got a loose grip on a lion.
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2. |
Beisbol en el Blue Fuego
05:14
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When we got to Portland, sweet Portland, what a mess.
Three friends in a great bar with a credit card.
We got wrecked.
I never want to call it quits, but, we’ve got a show tonight.
We pulled the reins, but, you cracked the whip.
Now everybody is pissed.
That was a blast, but, it don’t seem so funny now.
You’re lost in a blackout and you’re just about getting choked out by the crowd.
You’re never going to call it quits till the tank is on empty,
Your liver it taps out, you’re coked out, and you’re broke down
And everybody is pissed.
I could kill you myself, but, you never needed much help.
Maybe that makes me the fool.
You dropped every beat and the irony ain’t lost on me.
You never wanted to miss a thing.
With you, I could never stay sour for long.
Dark nights become mornings, and we’re shining again.
Then, your body just called it quits. Now I’m feeling empty.
It’s been years, and I don’t feel this can be for real.
I’m either dreaming or I just can’t admit it.
But if I close my eyes for a minute,
You’re in the bucket seat beside me in this shitty van.
And we’re drinking whiskey, and laughing,
And screaming at the Dreamcast.
Adios Portland!
Hey, California, where the party at??
Another mile, another highway, another city
And on the TV you’re crushing me
You’re killing me
At MLB3
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3. |
Daffodils
02:45
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It's heaven - the sound of songbirds in the spring.
Black, yellow, and blue saying "How do you do?" when the dawn breaks.
Some days the sun won't shine and most of our life is lost to the grind,
but that beacon in your heart burns bright.
Through the darkest depths of the fog
Among the fascists and demogogues
Your heart burns brighter still
In a field of daisies you're a daffodil
This empire will most assuredly burn
They've known from the start yet still play their part
And refuse to learn.
The road to ruin has been paved with holy bibles and hand grenades.
Here's we bathe in the ashes and the afterglow.
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4. |
165AD
02:53
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Protective and afraid, a paranoid renegade
I really hate to have to say, you're the real enemy
Tests conclusive, results crystal clear
You're the one responsible for spreading the disease you fear
Vaccines are made of dead and weakened antigens.
Essentially a pathogen disguised.
The body now equipped to fight infection, it's basically the reason you're alive.
A litany of proof that doesn't cater to your views.
Seemingly immune to the objective truth.
A life in shackles, bound to ideologies
devoid of science and dripping in hypocrisy.
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5. |
The Void
02:54
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So, you’re leaving soon.
It’s safe to say that’s not breaking news.
You’ve made a new friend and
I hope she treats you better than this.
I’ll bet you’re bored of this scene.
The struggle ain’t real like it used to be.
If you never come home,
I’ll know you’ve found your way in the dark.
Kick back and keep time in your new life
Keep things sunny on the Northside
In the dark times, when she kicks back,
Stay strong, honey.
I know you know where I’ll be
I think I know everything…
What happens to you
What happens to me
But what goes in the void where you used to be?
Well, it’s been a long road
A little dusty at times, but that’s how she goes
Did we hit a dead end?
Or, just run out of exits?
Kick back and keep time in your new life
Keep things sunny on the Northside
In the dark times, when she kicks back,
Stay strong, honey
I know you know where I’ll be.
I know. I know everything.
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6. |
Wild & Free
04:37
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The mountains are singing and it sounds like my song.
Don’t think I’m staying too long.
I can’t take the talking. It’s grinding my gears.
I know I said I’m liking it here
But I don’t.
So put me on an aeroplane
Come on get me out of here
Just take me anywhere
I don’t care where I go
Stuff me on an aeroplane
Come on let’s get out of here
I’ll go anywhere with you.
Take me away somewhere wild and free.
We don’t owe this place anything.
We’ve worn ruts in this city
We’ve done our time.
I know I said I’m loving it here
But I lied.
The world’s gone to shit, it’s depressing
We are wild and free
Grab what you need, we’re leaving.
We are wild and free.
We’ll never pay rent cause we’ll never stop moving
The boss can try calling all day
We’ll cash in our savings and drive to the ocean
Baptized and reborn in the waves
And we’ll lapse our insurance
If we get sick we’ll die
They’ll bury us in unmarked graves side by side
And they can’t call our relatives
We’ve got no I.D.
They’ll toe tag us “Wild” and “Free”.
I’m sorry, sometimes I get carried away
I’m stressed and I’m tired these days.
Don’t sever the anchors, I just need a break.
I act like I hate being here
But I don’t.
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Tight Whips (formerly Apocalypse Meow) Minneapolis, Minnesota
We used to be called Apocalypse Meow, but we called it quits. We tried to do something else, but just ended up back together, slightly rearranged.
Some things just work.
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