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[Instrumental]
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2. |
August Nights
03:14
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She said “I like to do it my way”
Took a trip down the interstate highway
Driving south from the sun at Solana Beach
I thought deep about nothing
Absent mind that she seemed to find touching
With a view of the cross at Soledad
And we disagree
About the west coast
She’s trying to run away
But I, oh I, I feel home
We had strawberry mojitos
Sunsets and the buzz of the mosquitoes
The taste of the border towns
Stretch marks of the US dollar
Anywhere she knows I’d follow
Mist on the August nights
We disagree
About the west coast
She’s trying to run away
But I, oh I, I feel home
And we disagree
About the west coast
She’s trying to run away
But I, oh I, I feel home
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3. |
Glossolalia
04:13
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I’m forging faces from the moss in the walls
Tell me your secret
Can’t promise I’ll keep it
It seems I’m tied in too and tagging along
Numb, void of feeling
And senses sent reeling
We’re speeding by so fast I can’t set my eyes
Dust in the rear view
I’m dying to hear you
Living between the days and burning through time
Losing the freeway
We’ll hide out in Tiyei
You take it easy just however it comes
Sliding away
At night on the run
I’ll trust the voices never speaking in tongues
They’ve hurt me before
I’m forging faces from the moss in the walls
Tell me your secret
Can’t promise I’ll keep it
It seems I’m tied in two and tagging along
Numb, void I’m feeling
All senses sent reeling
The situation’s slipping out of control
Oh why don’t you face it?
So calm and complacent
Slipping so seamlessly between different roles
Order some starters,
A round of horchatas
You take it easy just however it comes
Sliding away
At night on the run
The kiss of danger breathes some air in your lungs
Don’t take the money
Don’t take it and run
The knives are out to blind our eyes from the sun
You cut all your teeth
Not quite to the gums
I’ll trust the voices never speaking in tongues
They’ve hurt me before
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4. |
Only One (You're My)
03:11
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Baby, I heard that you were leaving
I felt like I was bleeding
'Cause you're my only one
Baby, I need to hear your reasons
I feel like I am grieving
'Cause you're my only one
Close up your hand
I don't want nothing
If it ain't you
Babe give me something
Close up your hand
I don't want nothing
Turn 'round
I just want you
Baby, I got so many questions
You left such an impression
'Cause you're my only one
Baby, I'm spilling out confessions
Becoming my obsession
'Cause you're my only one
Close up your hand
I don't want nothing
If it ain't you
Babe give me something
Close up your hand
I don't want nothing
Turn 'round
I just want you
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5. |
Voodoo's Run
04:52
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Watch the sunset in your eyes
I'll let this memory televise
across the stations in my mind
Simple signals, subtle marks
A guiding light it's not too hard
Don't leave me ciphers in the dark
Time shakes
The wild tastes
Of everything under this sun
Paint it red while we're still young
Your mind plays
A Miles Davis song
To get you through the wire
Driving down the Voodoo's Run
Wide awake it's four to two
Arrestive ocean of certitude
Cut your hair there's nothing to lose
Trouble inbound late tonight
Arriving on the red eye flight
They say you can run but you can't hide
Runaway boy turning grey
Electric hand that twists our fate
Sail to port Halcyon Bay
Such a menacing contrast
Oh give it time this too shall pass
Are we sharing dreams that this will last?
Time shakes
The wild tastes
Of everything under this sun
Paint it red while we're still young
Your mind plays
A Miles Davis song
To get you through the wire
Driving down the Voodoo's Run
Fall asleep by the window I dream of your return
In the tears of the sun all the waves crash and burn
Fall asleep by the window I dream of your return
In the tears of the sun all the waves crash and burn
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6. |
The Tower of Babel
01:08
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[Instrumental]
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7. |
Pink Converse
04:55
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I spend the mornings with my eyes out a window, counting the orange cars I pass
Reaching back for what I took for granted
Through fissures in the glass
Wishing a third of it all away at a time, Can’t help thinking I’m playing wrong,
Populating my daydreams with ideas of people, and you but you’re probably wrong
Same style on repeat
Same train-car every week
It’s my favourite consistency
Same socks to your knees
Pink Converse on your feet
I’d give anything for you to talk to me
I fear I’d only say, things that’d probably turn you away so I’ll just bleed into the canvas
Note all the actions of strangers for stories, maybe make sense of the madness
Joe sits by the doors always sweating like he’s in a sauna, working on his scrapbook he began while he was in Tijuana
Giving updates every Thursday afternoon
You always seemed to be amused
Same style on repeat
Same train-car every week
It’s my favourite consistency
Same socks to your knees
Pink Converse on your feet
I’d give anything for you to talk to me
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8. |
Acid Moon Highway
03:06
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Indifferent directions
A burner phone, there’s no reception
From the mountain on which we observe
Inhale documentaries
A full Rolodex of fake memories
Tip your hat to the lucid chauffeur
Falling out, falling in, I can’t keep my head straight on for a single minute
A foot in the desert and one in the door
The Acid Moon Highway’s a trip it’s a no-brainer baby you’ll pick it up quick
Tear a hole in the fabric of norm
Ambivalence inching
Selling fake stolen Da Vincis
You convinced me you’d never get caught
I dream of the city
Magenta and blue eyes pierce through me as I fall asleep on the living room floor
Blinding eyes to misgivings, a feeling inside I don’t dare give admittance
A foot in the desert and one on the shore
The Acid Moon highway’s a trip it’s a no-brainer baby you’ll pick it up quick
I don’t know if we’ve got very long
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9. |
The Hall of Fame
02:47
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There's a spot down there
That you might just miss
It's on the edge of town
Where the borders kiss
The walls are cracked
With a weathered stain
Just a run down bar
Called the Hall of Fame
And they call the barman "Pablo"
But that's not his name
Tequila and loneliness
Is what you get in the Hall of Fame
So you take a step
Through the crooked door
There's a neon sign
And you can smoke indoors
Swallow your pride
And take a seat in the shadows
You think you're in deep
You ain't left the shallows
And they call the barman "Pablo"
But that's not his name
Tequila and loneliness
Is what you get in the Hall of Fame
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10. |
Don't Touch My Ego
02:27
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Don't touch my ego
I just crashed out of a dream
Where I was learning to sleep
Don't fear my pillow
But if you get a feeling to run
You're not the only one
Take me back, oh darling
Take me back, oh oh
Take me back, oh darling
Take me back
Don't be my hero
I just want your sweet relief
When I'm trying to find my feet
Dome of Selenite
In the distance you see the lights
The city never seemed so quiet
Take me back, oh darling
Take me back, oh oh
Take me back, oh darling
Take me back
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[Instrumental]
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12. |
Starflower Blues
04:22
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Cut through the weeds, kick out the back door of your mind
Shouldn’t be afraid to dig around, see what you find
That horde of skeletons that guard your box of lies
Have stepped out of the closet much to everyone’s surprise
A line of characters yet to be introduced
So many options for you to pick and choose
Starflower is coming through
And I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Old Billy Boxcar coughing up his lime green smoke
Careful old timer, you know you’re liable to choke
On the facts you won’t digest, because you think it’s such a joke?
Oh brush it ‘neath the carpet and assume I just misspoke
Biting the hand that gave you such a pleasant cruise
Cut off the anchors, so there’s nothing left to lose
Starflower is coming through
And I don’t know what I’m gonna do
The golden monkey’s sitting high up on his throne
Watching the dogs fight over few remaining bones
As he talks into his mirror just to feel he’s not alone
To the sounds of sticks and riot shields from a golden gramophone
Collecting memories with every single bruise
Painting the perils, gonna hang them in the louvre
Star power is pushing it through
With no idea just what to do
Death ain’t the answer so the outer voices say
But the inner ones are tugging on that rope a different way
As I slide between the alleys of despair and old dismay
And I wonder will I ever meet that stranger?
Caught in a bubble that I’m too afraid to pop
Narrowly avoiding all the pointed mountain tops
Oh, call the doctors, call the medics, call the preachers, call the cops
Hope I’m still standing when the god damn penny drops
Accepting offers only foolish would refuse
Its time to turn the page and start on chapter two
and Starflower is coming through
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13. |
Mystic Function
04:15
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You're playing at home but you're feeling away
The light moves in shapes that your mind wants to make
Taking a stab at something in the dark
Can't find the spark, too quick off the mark
The pit off your stomach, the bend of your bones
You wait by the phone, feeling alone
Take out your pearls and your diamonds too
He's gone right through, they're looking at you
The blood and the bruise always leads to the truth
You dance in my dreams and I'm feeling confused
Announcement inbound but it's all old news
Switch on my mystic function
Thirty seconds is all that it takes
To shoot into space, listening to tapes
Caught in a loop that you can't seem to break
You can't seem to shake, it keeps you awake
Stand on the stage, awaiting applause
When the curtain falls, there's nothing at all
Who knew the silence was so loud?
You watch from the crowd in the absence of sound
The blood and the bruise always leads to the truth
You dance in my dreams and I'm feeling confused
Announcement inbound but it's all old news
Switch on my mystic function
and the blood and the bruise always leads to the truth
You dance in my dreams and I'm feeling confused
Announcement inbound but it's all old news
Switch on my mystic function
and the blood and the bruise always leads to the truth
You dance in my dreams but I'm feeling confused
Announcement inbound but it's all old news
Switch on my mystic function
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14. |
Oaxaca Martini Bar
05:04
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The air talks in code in the corner pockets of this dead lane
Where the sinners sleep above the soon-to-be once-were saints
And as the sun streaks the sky at the dawn of the crimson twilight
Casings dance along the sand in the iris of a car’s brake lights
You, you never said the words
Or maybe I just misheard
The bonds they were bound to break
The weight is a lot to take
A singer from in the dark
A fragile and airy lark
Drawn to the neon glow
And the sonics of long ago
Dark round Manchego honey
Tuesday’s “Right on the Money”
Shot gun outlook is sunny
I’m so tired of fucking running
Dark round Manchego honey
Tuesday’s “Right on the Money”
Shot gun outlook is sunny
I’m so tired of fucking running
Hey!
Hold up hold up
I need a moment to pick my head up off of the god damn floor
Screw it on backwards so I can see behind if you think that what you’re doing is looking ahead
Every night in the same martini bar
Her eyes fixed upon the door
Hoping to see only the same faces and nothing more
You, you never said the words
Or maybe I just misheard
The bonds they were bound to break
The wait is too much to take
A singer from in the dark
A fragile and airy lark
Drawn to the neon glow
And the sonics of long ago
You’re falling amongst the stars
And I don’t know where you are
I tried to put up a fight
To be hit with the neon lights
the face is within the crowd
it’s all so incredibly loud
The margin is starting to fray
It’s harder to run away
These days
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15. |
Right on the Money
01:38
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[Instrumental]
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16. |
I Love Your Ways
04:55
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Started out with a miss
A gap or a sliding door I could not see myself fitting in, oh what a fool
Another portion of bliss
Another day been wasted I could have been settling in to the groove
Red star riders call it again
Sights only visible to friends
Align the scope so I can see
Absent minded, listening in
Creature still warming to its skin
Watching this unfold
The best view in the house
And I love your ways
And I love all the days
That I find myself beside you
In the break of the waves
If I fall out of shape
Or I fall out of phase
Would you pull me back in orbit
Or come slide off the page?
Its like a drug, I’m away
My head’s still up in the clouds
No idea what I’ll say
No idea when I’ll come down
The little thoughts that I could not hide, once we started diving deeper and the doubt was no longer in sight
Should we let them know? Or keep it all down low?
Red light flashes once again
Cars stop as soon as they begin
I lined the streets that needn’t be
Disney plus, Criterion
Boundaries excised, the floor’s open
I’ll just recoil from this false start
Take hold, the curtains pull apart
And I love your ways
And I love all the days
That I find myself beside you
In the break of the waves
If I fall out of shape
Or I fall out of phase
Would you pull me back in orbit
Or come slide off the page?
If I wanted to stay
If I wanted to change
Would it fall apart around me
Would it all be erased?
Oh internal debates
An eternal malaise
I might be my own worst enemy
An awkward full case
I can hold you in summer
Would you hold me by winter flames?
Yeah I know it’s still early
But I could lie here until it gets late
And I love your ways
And I love all the days
That I find myself beside you
In the break of the waves
If I fall out of shape
Or I fall out of phase
Would you pull me back in orbit
Or come slide off the page?
If I wanted to stay
If I wanted to change
Would it fall apart around me
Would it all be erased?
Oh internal debates
An eternal malaise
I might be my own worst enemy
An awkward full case
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Left alone, what am I doing here?
I should be home
Been a Minute, Feels a Year
Drink to me
Caught between knowing and fantasy
I should be going
If this is a dream, why does it feel real?
If this was a dream, I'd have learnt to feel
Steal a kiss, 'cause I'll never have one
Real as this
Hits like a shotgun
Left alone, what am I doing here?
I should be home
Been a Minute, Feels a Year
If this is a dream, why does it feel real?
If this was a dream, I'd have learnt to feel
If this is a dream, why does it feel real?
If this was a dream, I'd have learnt to feel
If this is a dream, why does it feel real?
If this was a dream, I'd have learnt to feel
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18. |
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[Instrumental]
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19. |
Into the Morning
03:00
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Chase the white hare to the end of the road
I’ll tail close behind the ghost of old Tom Joad
Curse the nightmares that haunt in your wake
Skimming stones ‘cross the moonlit lake
Into the morning
Into the morning
Into the morning
And cobbled street stones line the way home
Another Sunday, together but alone
Certain hangovers you fear to mend
Sun kisses your eyes and takes your hand
Into the morning
Into the morning
Into the morning
Into the morning
Into the morning
Into the morning
Wake up baby it’s okay
I’ve got a thousand bad ideas to fill the
Daylight that you fear you’ll waste
Every moment has its place
To sleep and dream, or wander through this
Tired rock floating through space
Into the morning...
Into the morning...
Into the morning...
Into the morning...
Into the morning...
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20. |
Back of a Postcard
00:56
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Drinking curdled milk with stale cornflakes
It's just another time for you that my heart aches
There you are again, your scent on everything
Hint of chamomile and peppermint
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
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21. |
Leaving Tijuana
05:23
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Neath the burgundy skies
By the old hall of fame
Eye to eye with our Jones
And a partner unnamed
Sucks smoke from his joint
And exhales with a hiss
“You can run all you want, kid
But your shadow still sticks”
Four guns stand prepared
Each shot to a chest
Three shut down the show
One just hinders the mess
Hold tight what you saw
Through those Sangria eyes
Ride on out from this town
As the sun starts to rise
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22. |
Hollywoodland
04:37
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From the birds eye view of the sky patrol
People look like ants that crawl
Through the sprawl and the sights
Palm trees and red brake lights
Two job commuters with mortgaged homes
With salaries just to pay off loans
On their phones on a break
Their only chance to isolate
Sirens sing in the midday sun
Cars backfire and the crack of a gun
On the run from the past
Anyone can be a star
Hollywoodland
in Hollywoodland
Hollywoodland
in Hollywoodland
On the sun kissed sand and concrete streets
Where devils play and angels weep
Asleep on the hill
I never thought I’d be here still
It’s the riot city where the fires rage
And fantasies leap off the page
To the stage and the screen
Filling heads with long lost dreams
Art Deco theatres on the boulevard
A concrete river with abandoned cars
There’s stars to follow
But everyone needs a dollar
Hollywoodland
Hollywoodland
Hollywoodland
in Hollywoodland
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