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Trouble Sleeping In
03:30
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Internal fears play out slow
You telling me it’s not hard at all
Oh great another morning at 4am
These dreams used to be boring
Now they always end
With me in a daze, wide awake
What perspective do I take?
I toss and turn, I never learn
Oh how the mind can be so cruel
Projecting you, leaving me the fool
Oh great another morning at 4am
These dreams used to be boring
Now they always end
With me in a daze, wide awake
What perspective do I take?
I toss and turn, I never learn
I’m having trouble counting sheep
I’m having trouble trying to sleep
When will the fantasies work for me
I’m having trouble counting sheep
I’m having trouble trying to sleep
When will the fantasies work for me
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As I'm leaving
San Francisco there's a lot
On my mind
The same scene passes
As the cows eat grass out on the 5
What a drive
We watched horses
Race to leave the pasture life
The beer was light
My mind was numb and
The words kept coming from my mouth
Then it went south
Leaving home with me myself and I
In a bubble up into the sky
Seeing all I can before the burst
Nevermind the boyish memories
Still got these memories
Gotta find a way to pass the time
So I sleep through the night
I met a monkey
She said I look funky for this place
"Doll up your face"
We took our text books
And washed them in the bathroom sink
Let's take a drink
Neighborhoods now a mystery
Old flames are ancient history
So small I told my tales tall
Nevermind the boyish memories
Still got these melodies
Gotta find a way to pass the time
So I sleep through the night
Another potion
Still the same ocean
I dig my toes into the sand
Another pay check
Another day spent
I swim so far I barely stand
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3. |
In Some Time
03:01
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Where will we be in some months time
Will you still see us as a crime
Will I still fear Los Feliz
For all the new scenes I might see
My former muse I miss the days
Our inhibitions melt away
But then we spoke in different tongues
Maybe in time we’ll speak the same one
Oh the logic is out the door
My insides are sore
If you gave me a call I would be all yours
For a minute more
For a minute more
Where will we be in some years time
Will we just go and drop a line
Listen to each others news
Engage in friendly interviews
Or will we devastate the odds
Will we be lovers who are sure of
Sharing stories with our age
That are written on the same page
Oh the logic is out the door
My insides are sore
If you gave me a call I would be all yours
For a minute more
For a minute more
Did you ever get the letter that I sent you?
It said you needn’t reply but I sorta hoped that you’d
Give me a call
Come on, give me a call
the logic is out the door
My insides are sore
If you gave me a call I would be all yours
For a minute more
For a minute more
I don’t make up the rules
It’s how my body moves
If you gave me a call I would be all yours
For a few moments more
Maybe just one moment more
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4. |
Shoulda Coulda Woulda
02:58
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Oh I should’ve been the heartthrob
I should’ve learned to dance
I should’ve been that guy that you showed your underpants
I know it’s true
Girl there’s no one quite like you I’d follow you to Timbuktu and back
Oh I should’ve been a model or at least a mannequin
But damn do I like eating all the pho in Vietnam
I know it’s true
Your soul ain’t weighed on polaroids
There’s nothing wrong with being coy today
And I don’t know if I’m doing it right
But that’s alright
Oh I should’ve been a DJ, fading in and out
Selling drops to bodies dropping Molly in fairgrounds
I know it’s true
I may sound like a hypocrite
But damn do they make my hips move
Oh I should’ve been an A-bomb or the Bubonic Plauge
To wipe out all the humans and the suffering we made
I know it’s true
We’ll be like all the lemmings and in unison
Dive out to our doom
And I don’t know if I’m doing it right
But that’s alright
There’s a rattlesnake in my bed
A throbbing in my head
And inside voice I thought was dead
And blood I don’t think that I bled on my hands
Oh man
You’ve got a lot to tell me girl
I guess I should’ve been a business man
I guess I should’ve been a garbage man
I guess I should’ve been a clergy man
But instead I’m playing in a band
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5. |
My Name is Melanie
02:56
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Why’s it so hard to love you, Melanie
Maybe I’ll learn to love you when I turn 33
All those body issues spark insanity
Laughing as you pick yourself apart in the Vanity
Is free love still free love if you can’t love yourself
How will they buy your precious time when you’ve got nothing to sell
But affection for reflection can drive a person mad
Lipstick smear on the mirror is a worrisome path
Why’s it so hard to love you, Melanie
How does my heart beat for you to the point of disbelief
Taking countless photos like your Morrisey
Only to burn them all in a state of revelry
Is free love still free love if you can’t love yourself
How will they buy your precious time when you’ve got nothing to sell
But affection for reflection can drive a person mad
Lipstick smear on the mirror is a worrisome path
Oh I long to love you Melanie
We’ve been stuck on this ride for an eternity
Oh I long to love you Melanie
When I’m alone you’re the only one I need
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Old Motif (ft. Riorden)
03:56
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When I replay this tune it fill the room
With momentary shots and moods
The time you left me by the beach
Motorcycle rides in heat
That old cliche it’s like the rose
It’s beautiful with nasty thorns
Still I hum with content
Still I call it time well spent
This an old motif
I wrote it by the sea
It helped my brain convey what I can’t say
Is happening
This is an old motif
I wrote it by the sea
And it both holds and haunts when it dares to flaunt
It’s melody
So you know how it goes whistles blow
Greater feelings go untold
All that’s new is due to wear
A tougher coat or past repair
So I whistle this old tune
On my bed and in my room
Who knows if it hits your ear
If you’ll go back all those years
This an old motif
I wrote it by the sea
It helped my brain convey what I can’t say
Is happening
This is an old motif
I wrote it by the sea
And it both holds and haunts when it dares to flaunt
It’s melody
I can’t forget the way you looked at me
Our feet are wet it’s morning
The air was cool the air was quiet
I can’t believe its been a night
Don’t ever leave me by the sea
Tide grab on both our feet
The polaroids developed now
Hold me close don’t make a sound
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