1. |
Seafoam Grey
04:49
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Rumor is, surf’s up on the Pacific.
Could you be a little more specific?
I’m about 2000 miles out! Ahhh!
And if we dye our hair, pretend we’re Daphne and Fred,
Where would the clues have led
Instead?
In the abyss
I don’t exist
(Chorus 1) Let’s do a toast, and then take a drink.
My gut’s full of lead, so I’m gonna sink
To Mariana.
To jarred desires that litter the beach,
If I read them all, do you think I could reach
Nirvana?
Topher’s got, the 1950s in his pocket,
His suit conceals a bottle rocket
Go on, man, rock out! Ahhhh!
And if I invoke the name of the one true God
Can I improve my odds
Of a nod?
I would not bet
Your silhouette
(Chorus 2) All of the kids, are out on the Cape,
Try as they may, they’ll never escape
That floater.
And couples they kiss, ‘neath the wax of the moon
If I lean in close, I’ll knock over and ruin
Your grape soda
Had I not seen
Your submarine
(chorus 1)
(chorus 2)
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2. |
Jane the Engineer
04:03
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Austin is the capital of Texas,
Austin is the capital of Texas,
But to you it’s something more, to you it’s something else,
It’s the boy that you adore, and he keeps you on the shelf,
Well, well, well, well,
Alright.
I heard you sailed in South Minneapolis,
I heard you sailed in South Minneapolis,
And you climbed to the top of the mount, and thought that you saw God,
I said “no, that’s just a cloud,” but my opinions can be bought,
So why, why, why not,
See the light?
This girl’s a manic dream,
A convoluted chorale scheme,
So bash me with a steel beam,
Upside my head.
(chorus):
And I’ll still grope, because I’m a dope,
With no salvation but a narcissistic hope,
The great, Grain Belt, stares in from my window,
Cherry and Spoon and a rotten tomato,
And the streets are frozen stiff, my poor car cannot steer,
It must be a God-given gift, that you’re an engineer,
So please, please, please, dear,
Fix this road.
Well now the jig is up,
Drown my dues with another cup,
Perhaps this time I won’t spit up,
Into a sewer grate.
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
Shelf, well, well, well, well,
I said why, why why not try?
You said cuz, cuz cuz cuz cuz I’m in love.
I said fine, but maybe one time.
You said please, you’re just you’re just 19,
I said yeah yeah yeah yeah but, I can still get it up,
You said okay, but it’s not that way!
So bye Jane bye
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3. |
The Flood
01:20
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4. |
Crossing the Red
04:08
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There’s paranoia in the streets.
There stands Marie, her tears are mingling with the rain
with a futile sandbag at her feet.
Sprint for the badlands,
sprint through the mud,
our dike is never gonna stop the flood.
The trees all stand resigned
to watch our city drown.
The sky is clementine,
The water is murky brown
Who said that we deserve this fate?
Where’s our trial, where’s our referendum vote?
The river runs without debate.
Now beg forgiveness,
now on one knee,
the second coming of Lake Agassiz
The valley is washed away.
All hail the cold, cruel Red
that gave the soil its clay,
and now leaves the poor plain dead
Pictures and photo books all pool in a dreg
The war is won here now it’s North to Winnipeg
Capricious cumulous my pleas were all for naught.
Now my defiance lies in an empty parking lot.
The trees all stand resigned to watch our city drown.
The sky is clementine, the water is murky brown.
If evil had a face we’d surely give it hell.
I’ve lost the human race, now I’ve lost you as well.
Do you believe me now? Do you believe my words?
Can you hear my voice over the din of birds
that flew in tandem here. That flew for miles away.
That don’t have to see the world from amidst the spray.
Do you believe me now? The walls are caving in.
The roof is giving way. We’ve just been sealed in.
Do you believe me now? Please believe me now.
Do you believe me now? Please believe me.
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5. |
VIgorous PHantasy
02:47
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Two nights ago, you set me up
Two nights ago, I was a sappy pup
But mornings come, once again
And I'm still mistaking you for a friend
Now forget the pretense of nighttime allegiance
When I'm high I'm a fucking mess.
Chorus:
You're my favourite.
Entertainment.
When the boys come crawlin up the walls,
You give them a kick to the jowls.
Swift and sweet,
You do it complete,
No one can compare.
Take my glasses, I need a light,
Flickering sunrise, a compromise
History's contagious and I think I'm sick
Of putting up with this bullshit
I'm finally stirring at half past noon
I won't be OK anytime soon
But I'm OK with that
Chorus
I can't see us for the time
Being alone is terrific fright
Don't you forget me, don't you forgive
Living in reverse is no way to live
You've got nothing to think of
And less to say
Why can't we continue through the day?
Who do we think we are?
Chorus
Settle me down, I'm tired of settling
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6. |
Berlin
03:38
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I’ve got a song I’m gonna sing
A bar
So leave your paper in the
Boulevard
My eyes they don’t see father than
They yard
I don’t care I don’t care really care if it’s real
It could be wrong could be wrong, it’s just how I feel
Grab your gun, grab my hand, grab your keys let’s go
For a ride
Skies are grey skies are grey, I think we’re in for a storm
Thanks I’m fine thanks I’m fine, I like it here where it’s warm
And if it warm, it’s red, it’s hot, it’s a rosy scene, it’s margarine
The iron curtain is a phrase they say
Men in suits debate it’s here to stay
Fold into my arms and fade away
-pre chorus-
If the Berlin Wall comes crashing down
I wouldn’t bat an eye,
40 years of blood and tears
And you don’t wonder why,
If you think the end is around the bend
I’ll hang my head in shame,
But I’ll still be your bourgeoisie
If you’ll be my comrade babe
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Garage-Pop
Ski-Rock
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My Dad Thinks We're Punk
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