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Cobwebs
03:37
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They’ll always tell you life is what you make it. That don't mean you’ve got to sit there and just take it, and soak up all the bullshit they throw at you. The end result is always disillusion, overeducated and no contribution. Resenting all the lies that they sold to you.
It’s easy to procrastinate, the writing’s on the wall. I’m still waiting for what’s mine but they don’t call.
And through the corner of my eye I see my future waving me goodbye. Blame it on life’s cruel design.
We used to be convinced the world was ours, now Sunday’s even hurt to take a shower but come next Friday night we’ll go start anew. So hang your hopes and dreams on something real, turn your back on the frustration that you feel. Embrace that life with someone you did pursue. It’s easy to procrastinate, the writing’s on the wall. I’m still waiting for what’s mine but they don’t call.
And through the corner of my eye I see my future waving me goodbye. Blame it on life’s cruel design. And in the cobwebs of my mind, I find a picture that reminds me why we will live on to their surprise.
We could have some fun and roll in the garden. We should have some fun, pretend we were young.
Not easy to domesticate, intentions made of gold. We’re cleaning up our act but they're not sold.
And through the corner of my eye I see my future waving me goodbye. Blame it on life’s cruel design. And in the cobwebs of my mind, I find a picture that reminds me why we will live on to their surprise.
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My Lucky Token
02:42
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The media served the only word, it rhymed with academic. These could’ve been the best years of our lives. We took a chance, the hostile glance of fear is now upon us. They’re stocking up on masks and food supplies.
If this must be reality then you my lucky token, to shelter and protect when all is broken.
I’m well annoyed and self-employed but I’ll ride the consequences. I guess we’ll have to wait ‘till we can build our home. Who’ll benefit from this apocalypse? I know not you and me dear. This rigged machine, society’s warped syndrome.
If this must be reality then you my lucky token, to shelter and protect when all is broken.
The cheap champagne that keeps us sane, lift up your long white veil. A pledge to not desert you if you fail.
You’ll be living the dream, I’ll soak up the scene. We’ll roll around in the gutter and live to create our new idea of fun fun fun.
If this must be reality then you my lucky token, to shelter and protect when all is broken.
If this must be reality will you be my lucky token? To shelter and protect when all is broken.
So I’ll hold up a paper cup to those that’ve never awoken. I hope you’ll be there with me when all is broken.
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It Bites
03:38
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I shuffle down, it’s dark, the place you used to live. Fluorescent moon illuminating all my sins. The bars have changed, we’ve aged and all I have to give, is still much greater than the longing.
And lately it bites and it blows, orange rain staining my clothes. The spectacle is free for all of them to see.
You wear a frown, a crown that’s circled by the bees. Another day has passed and we talk but do not speak. Beyond majestic the domestic dream you weave, you know that’s what’s in store tomorrow.
And lately it bites and it blows, orange rain staining my clothes. The spectacle is free for all of them to see.
I’ll pick you up, arms open wide. Learn to tame the beast inside. Lights are on but who is home? Sweep the corners of my mind. I’m outta breath, nowhere to hide. I hate to break it but I’m broke.
And lately it bites and it blows, orange rain staining my clothes. The spectacle is free for all of them to see.
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True Crime
01:36
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The jury found him guilty, he’s going down for life. You know the deal, when you’re poor you’ve got to pay a heavy price. And prejudice a million, his folks sat there bemused. They had no fear, they had no fear. 35 years later he still maintained his pride though society was never on his side. The days spent in the library to occupy his mind, dreaming of the day he would find...
His long awaited release, they’d robbed him of his youth. Set him up for a fall ‘cause they had much less to lose. He’ll breathe the air of freedom, they’ll get what they deserve. They had no soul, they had no soul.
35 years later he still maintained his pride though society was never on his side. The days spent in the library to occupy his mind, dreaming of the day he would find...
The system found him guilty, he’ll fight until the end, and although I never knew him I’ll treat him as a friend.
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Dreams of Arcata
03:37
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I swear last night that I was dreaming of Arcata, where green grass fields and college kids, they rule the roost. And though we barely spent a day there, it was wild enough to save the photo finish where we’re hanging with the crew. It was a quiet 5 hour drive up there from ‘Frisco, where my friend Fon had been so down he almost puked. But as we drove up to the garage I saw him sense a night of damage, and the full moon in the sky, it grew and grew.
The night did wash away the sorrow and tears of laughter we cried. And though I feared for the gear we had borrowed. As the cops showed up as our last song was about to begin, they said “Kids this is over” still it felt like a win, ‘cause then when I looked left there stood Jacob with a grin.
A giant bag of weed after the show was a no-brainer. I lost my cap, misplaced the keys and didn't know what to do. And as Paula laid there sleeping we cranked “Nuthin’ but a G Thang” while around the forest fires they spread anew.
The night did wash away the sorrow and tears of laughter we cried. And though I feared for the gear we had borrowed. As the cops showed up as our last song was about to begin, they said “Kids this is over” still it
felt like a win, ‘cause then when I looked left there stood Jacob with a grin.
Time has a weird way of building understanding. It cuts the grass and plows the fields for you to roam. I lost my way, then started to play the piano. As ammo.
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The Arches
02:27
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The damage done, I lost my vision staring at the sun. The race is run, a 12 year chapter has ended, a new one just begun. We moved down south seduced by the notion of a bigger house. On Baker Street, we didn’t skimp on the furniture, it wasn’t cheap.
The humid summer months that flew, I pinch myself to believe it’s true. A living room, the arches, the bedroom’s painted lilac blue.
Now you’re working near, and though you’re riddled with doubts I urge you not to fear. And If you must drive far, I’ll be riding “shotgun” front seat of your car.
The humid summer months that flew, I pinch myself to believe it’s true. A living room, the arches, the bedroom’s painted lilac blue.
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Whisky & Soda
02:47
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I’ve never been diagnosed with OCD, committing to the pleasures of monogamy. They came to fit the lock but then they threw away the key. ‘Cause in the bigger picture there’s a test and I need to feel much smarter than the rest. When back in college I laid in the grass and thought that charm alone would merit a strong pass, but despite leading off I ran the risk of coming last. It’s easy to blame things on innate fears and if I could I’d shave off half the years.
Responsibility is a drag. I’m on my 4th damn decade, no signs of slowing down.
The day I met you the whisky & soda, I gave you the eye in that club in Barcelona. I took to the stage you looked over your shoulder, a badge for posterity.
Admit that I’m an addict of technology, no better than the ones hooked on pornography. If I do fuck up will you be there to cover me, I mean it when I say that you’re the best and now I’m not inebriated. Will we build
a home that you could be proud of? I did mess up but never turned my back on love, and if I run a bath will you give my back a scrub? ‘Cause things are much more simple than it seems and I’ll meet you with a cocktail in “In Dreams”.
Responsibility is a drag. I’m on my 4th damn decade, no signs of slowing down.
The day I met you the whisky & soda, I gave you the eye in that club in Barcelona. I took to the stage you looked over your shoulder, a badge for posterity. The rest is history.
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We Owned the Night
02:48
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We owned the night, the day will own us. I left my key in the door and the records all on the floor. As you checked in I was checking out, one never learns from mistakes and now inside there’s a heavy drought. Pick up the phone and tell me now tell me now, do you feel as bad as me or are you underground? Cloudy memories lead to anxious doubt, we’re in the same boat so sort me out.
You talked for hours, said nothing at all. Showed me your childhood pics and a diary from ‘94. Intent to reform, belated with trust, you've burnt most of your bridges and next year you’ll burn some more.
Pick up the phone and tell me now tell me now, do you feel as bad as me or are you underground? Cloudy memories lead to anxious doubt, we’re in the same boat so sort me out.
Upbringings make no difference, old habits die hard. I’ll be in touch next Christmas, this is a goodbye for now.
We owned the night, the day will own us. Don’t have a car to drive you home but there is a bus.
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Eruptions
02:20
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Sometimes I feel triumphant, it’s not unusual for me I hate the powers that be. At nights mighty eruptions, it’s not unusual for me I hate the powers that be.
Give her dance and give her song, confuse her cunning. She gave me wine and ale that’s strong and it got me running. Then you said please hold me tight and we’ll go again in the morning light.
Give me back my serotonin, I’ve been on a winning streak, I haven't slept for a week. ‘Cause inside there’s a fierce gale blowing, I’ve been on a winning streak. I haven't slept for a week.
Give her dance and give her song, confuse her cunning. She gave me wine and ale that’s strong and it got me running. Then you said please hold me tight and we’ll go again in the morning light.
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Castaways
03:30
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Stumble around in a darkened room, there’s no sign this is gonna end too soon and the phone doesn’t rest now it’s almost June. I can’t get out of this goddamn place, everyone’s split and left without a trace. At least I have my guitar now I’m castaway. I look out and see the dogs in the park and the hobos out sleeping in the dark. Hell I shouldn’t complain, this is just the start. Here, confined in this lonely place, it’s been 2 months since I saw a friendly face. So beam me up because the planets await. Another world that greets me, it’s all good here so far...
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Jamie 4 President Madrid, Spain
The band was formed in Madrid in 2013 but main songwriter/vocalist/guitarrist Jamie R.Green, bassist Borja Perez and drummer Pablo Gonzalez are currently scattered all over Spain. They've released 5 albums and several standalone singles to date. Their new record "It BItes" was released in October 2023 and the band will be touring throughout winter and spring to promote it. ... more
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