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The Great Machine
06:22
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Once we had a trampoline
Whenever I was up you were always down
So we built a Great Machine
That we could orbit around
When you were in retrograde,
I was shining like a star.
I reached out and grabbed your hand
Before gravity tore us apart.
Tell me how
Was this our plan
To build a heart
Out of sand?
There were knives in the kitchen
In the bedroom separate drawers
On the fridge there was a ledger
Where we kept the score.
So we circled around the table
There's blood in our lies
Our Great Machine held together
With duct tape and zip ties.
Tell me how
Was this our plan
To break a heart
Into sand?
When there was no means of repair
Our machine had broken down
I did not even reach for you
As you turned to the ground
When we finally fell
All the way back to earth
We put our backs to the Great Machine
And left it on the curb.
Tell me how
Was this our plan
To bury a heart
In the sand?
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Don't Call Me That
05:01
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Don't you call on my door
You won't find any here
Because in this home there is peace
In this home there is love
We are quiet
The streets are clean
We keep to ourselves
In this home we are brave
In this home we are free
But don't you call me that.
Don't cross the line
We don't speak that here
We hold to the earth
In this home we have faith
In this home we observe
Don't you call me that.
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I never even said this before:
"I was WRONG."
I read it in the news
TODAY
I tried to get with your
Mixed Signals
I was still hoping that I could
GET LAID
But whatever you want from me
It's your funeral
The game will be over before you know
YOU'VE BEEN PLAYED
Hey,
Everything's fine on Wall Street tonight.
The fire's grown COLD
No more fuel
and i SHIVER TO THE BONE
And I got mixed FEELINGS
I'm talking to myself
AND I CAN'T HEAR A WORD YOU SAY
Hey,
Everything's fine on Wall Street tonight.
I'm on the mend
The gloves come off
AND I CLIMB
I can't look down
Hey,
Everything's fine on Wall Street tonight
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4. |
Islands
06:50
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Ships passing in the night
Just in time delivery
Everything to your door
Is this what you wanted?
An island to yourself
There's an army in your room
They're tracking shit everywhere
They ask you who is in charge
They want to know whose side they're on
An island to yourself
It's the same old party
The boys are drunk again
They hide behind your dress
As the tide comes in
An island to yourself
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5. |
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When the outfit you once cherished
Won't keep you warm as they burn
Don't you worry your pretty little head
My love, it's just a dark turn
When the Last Standing has surrendered
Oh my love, how will you fix your hair?
When they point their guns into your kitchen window
My love, what will you wear?
You plug it in
It doesn't work
Apocalypse is such a bore
When the lights go out
And there is no one to entertain you
Who are you going to turn to?
As the riot spreads to uptown
You're looking for photos to share
Don't let the mob bring you down
My love, what will you wear?
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Gasoline
08:31
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The house we built has become run down
The paint is peeling. The weeds are high
The shadows commit to rust
We chase these dreams into the sky.
Like thieves we stole this moment
No you. No me. Something rare.
I never felt so naked.
Deep as night. As dark as air.
And I never knew of heaven
Until she walked away
And desire commits to flame
And lights the night like gasoline
Where can I find freedom
With all these walls crashing in?
Where can I find salvation
If I can't get beyond the skin?
And I never knew of heaven
Until she walked away
And desire commits to flame
And lights the night like gasoline
In the still of the morning
Underneath a blanket of stars
Beyond the trees, a highway breathing
Wherever I travel there you are...
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I never said this before:
I was WRONG
I read it in the news
Today
Tried to get with your mixed signals
I still was hoping I
Get laid
Whatever you want from me
It's your funeral
The game will be over before you know...
YOU'VE BEEN PLAYED
Hey!
Everything's fine on Wall Street tonight...
The fire's grown cold
No more fuel
And I shiver to the bone
And I got mixed feelings
Talking to myself
I can't hear a word you say...
Hey!
Everything's fine on Wall Street tonight...
I'm on the mend
The gloves come off
And I CLIMB!
I CAN'T LOOK DOWN!
Hey!
Everything's fine on Wall Street tonight...
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Tycoon Machete Salt Lake City, Utah
Salt Lake City artists sail the dark waters of the 21st Century guided by the ghosts of 1960's psychedelia. 1980's
electronica, 1990's grunge and 1930's blues.
Members:
(Barefoot) John Whipple
Erin Stout
James Perry
Sean McCarthy
... more
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Plug and Play Messiah
by Tycoon Machete
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