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Ain't it Criminal
02:41
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Why do I tremble inside like a heart sewn together from trite smut fiction
amphetamine induced frantic inhibition
spiraling expectations and gas station condoms
Ain't it criminal to be an old soul
lost in the bits, caught in the lull
talking circles round my heart
ain't it criminal
Our hearts are frank and forward, our love a structure fire
dirty part time runaways left to our own devices
each other's favorite wind up toy
trust each other enough to never fall in love
Ain't it criminal to be an old soul
lost in the bits, caught in the lull
talking circles round my heart
ain't it criminal
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Song for Joolz
03:32
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If you only knew how much you meant to me I'd be the car, not the driver, the earth, not the sun
I'd be the pen and not the writer, the clay and not the potter
When you're not quite aware of who you are, you're a voice, you're an elephant, you're a star
bluntly sophisticated, impeccably bazaar
when you're not quite aware
Paint the window with your nose so everyone knows this is your home
we all got a revisionist living in us wishing we would live without limits
speak to me tongues, speak to me in truth, speak to me in love, speak to me
When you're not quite aware of who you are you're a voice, you're an elephant, you're a star
bluntly sophisticated, impeccably bazaar, when you're not quite aware
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We Could be Warlords
02:31
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We could be masters of public opinion
Martyrs of the latest distraction
Villains in the time we live in
Heroes in the light of revision
We could be Warlords drumming up suspicion
Giving the finger to UN resolution
We could wind em up to lull them down
We could be warlords in love
A little blood in the streets to grease the wheel
They'll be loyal to a fault and then some still
Never you but them to take it on the chin
Everyone pulls a lever only we'll cash in
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We could be Warlords drumming up suspicion
Giving the finger to UN resolution
We could wind up to lull them down
We could be Warlords in Love
Lovers of all things that go boom
We'll sip tea under the same blood moon
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I was a fixture sitting in your back room collecting dust, lacking use, I must love how it feel
I'm the first to sense it, the last to know
when your high wire balance sends you tumbling below
Old Clairvoyant tightrope artist
Is it my luck, is it my teeth, everything in between
The fruit of the privilege been around the world
ain't ever left the vine, you must love how it feels
Your thoughts lays fractured, ooh boy them words cut through
slurred but intentioned, cold and open ended
Old Clairvoyant tightrope artist,
Is it my luck, is it my teeth, everything in between
Old Clairvoyant tightrope artist,
Bright, bold and busted, I love you just the same….
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Last Show in Town
02:53
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To each his own little bubble, call it home, leave the mystery to rubble
Say I'm a fraction of clue, my wits and is where I left you
Forgive me in the new year
I know not what I'm doing here
stay level, stay close, stay clear of the rope
you remember me when I was the last show in town
I can't bring you back to life, I can only bring you down
Never dreamt so dull, never left a conversation lull
Willfully ignorant we play vicious, we once were lovers now we're scientists
Forgive me in the new year, I know not what I'm doing here
stay level, stay close, stay clear of the rope
you remember me when I was the last Show in town
I can't bring you back to life, I can only bring you down
You remember me when, you remember when, you remember me when…..
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Lee Walter Redding Kansas City, Missouri
Raised on 60s rock, steeped in 90s Britpop ennui, and guided by contemporary neo-soul, Lee Walter Redding weaves dry humor into vibrant sonic textures that sway from wistful to chaotic. Think 2010s Nick Lowe fronting The Velvet Underground. On warped vinyl. ... more
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