1. |
Never Going Back
02:36
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i used to get so high
i'd be wading through the night
searching for a light
to dig me out
i ain't so self assured
and i'd hate to be a bore
but i was on all fours
i was a mess
when i think of my case
i feel so stupid
i'm outta place
but i'm never goin back
cause i don't know where i was
and i'm never goin back
i'd be a fool to feel such loss
i had someone close by
she told me something bright
she said 'hey man, you got a life'
i'll dig you out
she said 'you are lisa simpson'
and that's something to believe in
i don't care what a mess
you think you're in
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2. |
Surveillance
01:27
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help, help, help!
my shit's all in arrears
that sound good to you
they've cameras on your ears
and speakers on your shoes
i say it's much too bright for this time of night
i cannot feel my eyes
got our ration of surveillance
and i can't say i'm surprised
help, help, help!
the sky looks like a gold mine
that ain't no watershed
no place to hide from your five eyes
should we run or glide?
got apprehension for the future
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3. |
You Speak the Truth
02:23
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when you say i have a ghost
when you say i love to doubt myself
breathes there a voice so clear
safe to say you've broken me
and i believe you speak the truth
yeah i believe you speak the truth
you hear me complain
that my prospects are shot
but i have nothin, nothin to show for it
when you say i'm full of shit
when you say i could not hurt myself
breathes there a voice so dark
safe to say you've broken me
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4. |
No Place to Die
02:25
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this is the place
she tried to tell me about
she's been betrayed, broken hearted
her mind's a swamp
she says 'i'd hate to be so kind'
but i'll take you to my high
we're goin up, we're goin up
a yellow bird shone bright in her dreams
the big sky, the whisper of wind bent streets
she says 'i'd hate to be so kind'
but there's no place like this to die
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5. |
Janis Joplin
03:30
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there is a place, i'm dreamin of
i got no taste, i can't be sure
there is a place, i‘m dreamin of
it's in WA and i can surf
i think about, what makes no sense
but it is hard my brains not tough
there is a place, i'm dreamin of
i've got no taste, i can't be sure
there is a place, i'm dreaming of
it's hard to take, cos i miss home
i've got this life, i’m dreaming of
it’s so distant i'm not that sure
can you please hold, my fuking hand
but cos i’m a man, that's not allowed
there is a place, i’m dreaming of
it's in my head, so fuck off!
there was a time when i was young
i took this stuff, that hurt my mind
now when i dream, i can't recall
any of life, because i was cooked
there is a place, i’m dreamin of
i got no taste, i can't be sure
there is a place, i’m dreamin of
it's in WA and i can surf
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6. |
Surfy
02:03
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7. |
Are u ok?
04:23
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i feel weird, i feel shit
got my back turned to the sky
and all this life seems such a joke
so i just keep getting high
but someday there’ll come a time
when the same will happen to you
you think i don’t care, but i do
are u ok, are u ok, are u ok?
you say you’re mortified
and i know you mean it
there’ll always be a place for you in my life
And then you turn to me and you say
‘i love the shit out of you’
it was so nice, you are so nice
and there are roads waiting to be built wherever we go
even if it just means walking home drunk
down all these stupid brunswick roads
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8. |
Eddie Raisins
01:59
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heard you were gonna reunite
thought you turned off the lights
you know you get us so excited
i cannot breathe, i cannot think
we ain’t far off now
heard you were gonna reunite
thought you turned off the lights
we was thinkin’ of suicide
i cannot breathe, i cannot swim
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9. |
Maggot Creek
02:54
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so hard, it’s the worst
i feel so twisted and outta shape
but my life is not a hole
so my life is not your home
just cuz you’ve nowhere else to go
don’t mean i’m the one to burn
you left me hangin’ by a thread
shit you belong down in
maggot creek
so hard, yeah it’s the worst
i got dogs crawlin’ over my tracks
they’re dyin’ of thirst
but my life is not a hole
so my life is not your home
go back to where you belong
to the shithole you were born
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10. |
Sam's Song
05:17
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you know i hate to be alone
i got bees, heretics and sharks following me home
i say my boat’s broke, my birds have flown
and i don’t know where they went, i do not know
and we’re still nowhere near the chorus now
i had roots stickin’ out of the earth
so far from the horizon man, it hurt
i can’t tell you how much it hurt
but how great is the sight
of the friend who sticks round for life
you know we need more of those
you say ‘elysium or valhalla?’
i say they’re as pretty as each other
we’re gonna brave the cold
i see you wait for me to get up
and it’s the best shit i ever seen
you know i gotta believe
and i’ll be just around the corner
and i’ll be waiting to ride your wave
it’s such a golden age
you said ‘i’ll see you in the morn man’
i know you won’t be late
you say the search for the perfect wave
i say what are we gonna do with the days
and they roll by like a zoetrope
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