1. |
King of the Deep
01:43
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When the sun is too hot and there ain't enough shade to hide in
I'll be takin' off to a place ruled by Poseidon
We don't really care, you're the ones who need the air
The city 'neath the sea is the only one for me
Whoa, whoa
King of the Deep
If you're heading to the coast for a little summertime distraction
You'll get burnt, I'll get satisfaction
Don't mess with the Fins, we will pull you in
The city 'neath the sea is the only one for me
Whoa, whoa
King of the Deep
Now that summer's gone and I'm starin' at my own reflection
Where are my summer friends with their perfect sun-kissed complexion
A thousand miles down, an anchor for a crown
Waiting for next year, an ocean full of tears
The city 'neath the sea is the only one for me
Whoa, whoa
King of the Deep
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2. |
Sharon Shockwave
03:41
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Saw her at the show, she was older than the rest
Dancing front row with the patches on her vest
I should lust for youth when I'm hanging in this place
But I see the truth when I'm staring at her face
The crowd will push around in the sweat and the sound
But she won't be moved
I could use a line that she's heard all the time
But she won't be moved
Should I try, but I realize
How I must be to Sharon's eyes
We know what she's not
But who knows what she is?
Sharon only knows
I could be the guy who was sitting by her side
Sidecar I would ride if she'd only be my guide
I've never gone so fast, speeding through the night
Sharon knows the path so I know I'll be all right
The siren fills the air, she doesn't care
'Cause she won't be moved
I could use a line that she's heard all the time
But she won't be moved
Should I try, but I realize
How I must be to Sharon's eyes
We know what she's not
But who knows what she is?
Sharon only knows
Sharon Shockwave, she'll save my heart
Sharon Shockwave, at the nightclub
Sharon Shockwave, should I ask her?
Sharon Shockwave, does she even care?
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3. |
Magnetic Pulse
02:55
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Countless cups of coffee, a little Hilroy pad
A broken tuner on my Junior, books unread since grad
The ticking clock, the buzzing amp
The birth of rock, the Fucking Champs
The mics are Shure but we are not
So we don't know what we got
Maybe no one's listening
Maybe there's no time
Maybe you won't hear this
And maybe that's fine
This isn't Tin Pan Alley, this isn't Wall of Sound
This isn't Nashville, this isn't mainstream or even underground
Not on the road, not in the tent
Not at the industry event
There is no backstage, there is no pit
There is no front page news of it
Maybe no one's listening
Maybe there's no time
Maybe you won't hear this
And maybe that's fine
And if all the songs on Earth
Are wiped out by a magnetic pulse
The only thing that's ever final
Is the music pressed on vinyl
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4. |
Everybody Whispers
03:41
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Everybody knows you
They see you everywhere
You have a thousand handles
They’re not afraid to stare
Everybody wonders
Do you live alone?
Do you talk to strangers
On that public telephone?
Doot doot doot...
I don’t steal the mail
Or communicate with Mars
I don’t appear in nightmares
Or collect breath in jars
You’re only as human
As people will let you be
Doot doot doot...
Have you heard the rumours
(Don’t believe everything you hear)
From friends of friends of friends?
(And check the source of course my dear)
He was cleaning up from God knows what
(Please don’t act like it’s so obscene)
Where the river bends
(Man gets dirty, man gets clean)
I’ve never been committed
(So many go undiagnosed)
Or been a wealthy man
(Take a step a back, don’t get too close)
I wouldn’t try to hurt you
(I’ll just act like you don’t exist)
I’m not that kind of man
(As I squeeze the keys inside my fist)
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5. |
Party Lyin'
03:03
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Young gun, hot shot
Lines crossed, got caught
You're a young gun, hot shot, oh
Payphone Brian
Party lyin'
You're a young gun, hot shot, oh
No, I never should've trusted you
Medusa's got a new pantsuit
You keep me talkin' on the telephone
You keep me talkin' on the telephone
Your voice is close but I am all alone
You keep me talkin' on the telephone
You keep me talkin' on the telephone
I fall asleep to the dial tone
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6. |
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Bioluminescent underwater blobs
And tiny cleaner fish doing symbiotic jobs
Chimpanzees figured out fashion long ago
And monkeys find a hot tub to get out of the snow
Crows can use tools and figured out the road
And people can get high from licking on a toad
Before a quake, dogs disappear
And butterflies drink turtle tears
Ahhhhh
There’s lots of stuff I know about
But I haven’t figured you out
Ahhhhh
How are sea turtles drawn to the waves?
Are there grizzly bears lyin’ awake inside their caves?
Is an octopus an alien species?
Are jellyfish born from jellyfish pieces?
How does an otter pick a favourite rock?
And how does he know to put it in his pocket?
Before a quake, dogs disappear
And butterflies drink turtle tears
Ahhhhh
There’s lots of stuff I know about
But I haven’t figured you out
Ahhhhh
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know
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7. |
Insomnia
03:33
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Last night
Felt like
I was on a planet of my own
Last night
Blue light
There’s gotta be a better way than this
Minus 1, minus 2, minus 3, minus 4
Minus 1, minus 2, minus 3, minus 4
Minus 1, minus 2, minus 3, minus 4
Minus 1, minus 2, my my my my
Mind squeeze
Pullin' yourself like a marionette
Mind squeeze
Pushin' yourself like a runaway jet
And your heart’s free
Sunlight
Not right
The planet’s gettin' started on the day
One thing
Birds sing
The fog has lifted as the mist sets in
It’s so bad it’s good, it’s so bad it’s good…
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8. |
Cash Salad
02:40
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Ooh, cash salad
Ooh, cash salad
I'm so sweaty, cut the legs right off my jeans
It's obscene
St. Bernard in a self-driving car
On my street
What does it mean?
Ooh, cash salad
Patio platters
Nothing else matters
Ooh, cash salad
Patio platters
Nothing else matters
Milk's on me, but check your food for bugs, Maurice
If you please
Let's go to another city
This town's got me feeling the squeeze
Ooh, cash salad
Patio platters
Nothing else matters
Ooh, cash salad
Patio platters
Nothing else matters
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9. |
Back Home (Grande Cache)
02:45
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Swimmin’ in quarters
Goin’ splitzies on a jet
Flyin’ through borders
Have a tiger for a pet
Struck my fortune
In oil and beef
Had ten thousand men’s portions
Call everyone chief
It ain’t braggin’ if it’s true
This is what I’m tellin’ you
Take me back home
Back home, I wanna go
Take me back home
Back home, I wanna go
Well, I was shootin’ sharks in the South China Sea
It ain’t quite the same as it used to be
When I was seventeen on an icy sheet
Shootin’ top shelf on our frozen feet
Don’t mean to get rambly
On such a short call
Haven’t seen my family (No, sir)
Outside the courtroom walls
Tired of hearin’ yup
Wanna know what’s real
I’m all torn up
Don’t know how to feel
May not sound like a sing the blues
This is what I’m tellin’ you
Take me back home
Back home, I wanna go
Take me back home
Back home, I wanna go
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10. |
Glam Boyz
02:54
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It's a ritual
It's sensual
It's perpetual
'Cause we're never gonna stop
Names are on the list
Me and all my guests
Ink is on our wrists
'Cause tonight it's gonna pop
People filing in
City full of skin
It's all about to begin
'Cause we're going for the top
'Cause we're glamorous
Oh so amorous
You're so envious
Come and join with us
No more calluses
No more papercuts
No one's gonna be the boss of us
We're the glam boyz
And we're living on the edge of tonight
Hitting the rooftop
The beat is gonna drop
The skyline is ours
Time to take it to the stars
Screaming at the night
We might not but we might
The feeling's all around
They're lost but we're found
Dreams of flying
We're crying diamonds
We're so high and
We're never dying
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11. |
Ice Hotel
01:55
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Find me in a waiting room
Find me on a plane
Find me in a nice hotel
Hidden from the rain
Find me in a long haul truck
Just below the dash
Right beside the pop up lighter
Filling up with ash
Now I only see you in a second hand store
Now I only see you on TV
No one needs you anymore
Coins and candy
Cards and clips
Keys and buttons
Poker chips
Sitting in a living room
Looking through the haze
Smoke it, kill it, snuff it out
And empty out the days
Set it out like silverware
Just between the plates,
Coffee shops and restaurants
For people out on dates
Now I only see you in a second hand store
Now I only see you on TV
No-one needs you anymore
Coins and candy
Cards and clips
Keys and buttons
Poker chips
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12. |
Stay Calm
03:59
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Promises outside have changed
From colour TV to the worst WiFi in town
Bowls of apples arranged
Indefatigable host who has keys to your name
And who am I kidding, asking for 2?
A queen sized bed when a single will do.
Wherever you are
Stay calm, stay calm
Wherever you are
You are here
Today's new releases are fresh
The first few channels are someone else's news
What's a guy tip to clean someone else's mess?
Free paper and pen if you're struck by the muse
The Gideons left something if you're looking for Jesus
Or just let me tell you about these new releases
Wherever you are
Stay calm, stay calm
Wherever you are
You are here
Help us do our best to save the forest
By hanging your towels back up
The cleaner the sheet, the darker the stain
Elevator stops on your floor
There's people in suits both business and swim
Everyone's watching the door
Except for Tommy or Johnny or Tim
He hits all the buttons and gets off at the pool
Businessman acts like everything's cool
Wherever you are
Stay calm, stay calm
Wherever you are
You are here
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Together again with a pal and a pen
And it's verse, chorus, verse, chorus, verse, chorus, verse
Locked in a room with a time and a tune
But it works for us, works for us, works for us, works
Our Debut Album, it's Our Debut, Our Debut Album
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