1. |
Give Me a Call (intro)
00:14
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2. |
Wind on Down
02:28
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3. |
Ode to Painting
03:33
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Put that finger down
Don't call anyone you don't know
It's a decisive moment when you go
I must find a way to embrace reality
Or I will waste my entire life
Which will be or seem short
When I think about writing
I see a hand holding a pen
Except when it melts together
Then it is just one thing
My viewing experience of perceptual depth
Is breathtaking
I love you painting
And it feels so true
There were just enough people there
To make me feel cool
Then it's all over
Before it starts
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4. |
Being Totally Useless
05:24
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My years
They quell the fears inside me
My ears
Are ringing red in country
All jokes aside
I feel like shit
Don't fill it all the way up
If it spills
We all are soak
The pie hot but cooling
The pie hot but cooling
Always wanting a second chance
Helping hearts
Warm bread
Helping hearts
Warm bread
Ruminating on a shadow
Eventually to swallow
Swords to tickle my lungs
Ruminating on a shadow
Eventually to swallow
Swords to tickle my lungs
Smoke the mirrored fish
Fry your hat till well done
Sore eyes
Dry cheeks
Blue skies
It's never my mistake
It's never my mistake
Is it hot in here, or am I dying?
O.K. I'll take my time
I'll fall in line with a dove
Make it louder
I'll fall in line with a dove
Make it louder
Yes it was nice to meet you
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5. |
Blue and White
05:42
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Blue and White
On Loan
Corporeal ties
You moan
There's a sliver
On my finger
When you can't go home
It's the mold
I want to hear
You moan
I want to hear
You moan
I want to hear
You moan
I want to hear
You moan
Blue and White
On Loan
Corporeal ties
You Moan
OOOOoooooOOOOoooooOOOOooooOOOooo
Thinking back to all your lies
What is the problem tonight?
It's a shame
That you can't
Go home
I want to hear you moan
It's a shame
You can't go
Blue blue as the sky
I don't know why
I keep on coming back
you've wronged me now
One too many times
Blue blue as the sky
I don't know why
I keep on coming back
you've wronged me now
One too many times
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6. |
There are Times
03:48
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7. |
Dixie
02:36
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White piercing light
It's you and me together
As one
Trim the grass
Grow the weeds
Make me breakfast
Eat your soul
Keep in control
I want to exit
I don't know why
I've been so adverse
To meeting you half way
If you complain
I won't know what to say
If you complain
I won't know what to say
Can you keep the friends you make?
Or do you call them out?
Can you keep the friends you've made?
Or do they call you out?
I've made a mistake
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8. |
Nothing To Do With Love
06:33
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People are
All the same
They want love
And a brain
People are
All the same
They want love
And a brain
You always show up on time
You always show up on time
Try not adding insult to injury
I'm in too deep
Can't you see?
A race run by narcissists
Well we've got to pick
A way to be
It has nothing to do with love
I know we both don't know what that is
It has nothing to do with love
I know we both don't know what that is
In time
Things in a row
Things in good light
Sometimes
Things in an order
Things in working order
Sunlight
Things in an order
Things in working order
Put your head on my lap
C'mon you can take a nap
Put your head on my lap
C'mon you can take a nap
Put your head on my lap
C'mon you can take
A nap
Put your head on my lap
C'mon you can take a nap
In time I can't look you in your eyes
Let alone shake your hand
Let alone shake your hand
Try not adding insult to injury
I'm in too deep
Can't you see?
A race run by nnarcissists
Well we've got to pick
A way to be
It has nothing to do with love
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9. |
Impossible Mornings
05:34
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To wonder why
To be this way
Walking down a ladder rope
Clear the day
For sleeping in
Wrap me up
Just wrap me up
Did you think this would all turn up daisies?
Did you think I'd always be your baby?
To wonder why
To feel this way
To fall apart
In just one day
Radical changes in mourning behavior
Radical changes to morning behavior
You don't have time to call me master
You don't have time to call me mister
You don't have time
So you have to make time
Cuz ya'll all end up dead
Ooooooh you've got to make time
Cuz we'll all end up dead
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
I don't know why I can't show up on time
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10. |
Tugby
03:47
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Think on your feet
Think on your feet
Listen to me
My advice is free
Sitting still
Minding my own
Sitting still
Minding my own
Quicken thrill
Now be alone
See past me
And this stone
See past me
And this stone
You're just a haircut away
You're just a haircut away
Now that you've asked me to stay
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11. |
Pessoa is My Mom
02:24
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Lyrics for Pessoa is My Mom by Fernando Pessoa from The Book of Disquiet
The madness knows as affirmation
The sickness called belief
The infamy of being happy
All of this reeks of the world
It smacks of this sad thing
And that's The Earth
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12. |
Second Row
02:17
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Come away with me my friend
We'll be thick as thieves till the end
Looking at the way we were
If you loose the way in pretend
Let us set the stage lit in gold
I can see you
Draw a line to split the sand
Tired games they fill our lips and hands
This one's for the second row
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13. |
The Lemongrass Zone
02:22
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Lyrics for The Lemongrass Zone by Adam Werven
Pushed in the mud
Doctor's chair
Wanting to breathe
A tiny air
Cars drive past
Cars drive so slow past
Cars drive past
Cars drive so slow past
Pushed in the mud
Doctor's chair
Wanting to breathe
A tiny air
Cars drive past
Cars drive so slow past
Cars drive past
Cars drive so slow past
Pushed in the mud
Doctor's chair
Wanting to breathe
A tiny air
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14. |
Sad As A Crying Clown
03:31
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There's no space in me
To store any more
There's no space for me
To stay here any more
It's just a phase you'll see
I'll change A.S.A.P
****clap clap
clap clap*****clap clap*****
I just walk around
As angry as a dying town
I just walk around
As sad as a crying clown
But I don't let that
Get in my way
No you can't let that
Ruin your whole day
Just lookem' in the eye
And have a firm shake
Don't let them see
Your heart's an earthquake
Stop whining please
And just enjoy the fruit cake
I just walk around
As angry as a dying town
I just walk round
As sad as a crying clown
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Itch Princess New York, New York
Itch Princess= Katelyn Farstad.
psycho-existential-dredge
ballads
In Itch Princess Farstad plays drums, bass, guitar, synths and sings. She writes, records, and produces all of the songs.
Farstad is also a visual artist
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