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Programme
02:59
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(N. Gada)
Your feet will carry you home
Or whichever way the wind blows
I'm weaving through the streets
Suburban vipers walking on two feet
Chasing thoughts around my head
Losing track of where I’m going
Your feet will carry you home
Or whichever way the road goes
I’ve seen it all before
Every crevice and crack in the front door
Forcing the program inside my head
To keep track of where I’m going
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Mug
03:51
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(B. Childers)
Has anyone taken the time to ask if you’re well
Four twins separated by space driven heads from necks agape
Has anyone taken that time
It’s full as a half cup mug
Are we stripped of that time?
When within its spell
On the site, the quarry well
Taking purpose from place
Your phone rings from my command
Has anyone taken that time
It’s full as a half cup mug
Are we stripped of that time?
When within its spell
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Public Intellectual
03:32
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(B. Childers)
But a child, mud breaches over
Reclamation & fixed tendency
Reddened sweat & first impression
But if you feel the same way
We can close up the crawl space
Fortune’s not needed here
Take the amount of people you are
And divide it by two
You won’t need any of them
But if you feel the same way
We can close up the crawl space
Fortune’s not needed here
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Nothing to Say
04:00
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(B. Childers)
To take what you know, without feeling
Forsake the ground that’s teeming
with insects and
mineral
You’re left with nothing to say, but
—with insects and
mineral
You’re left with nothing to say, but
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5. |
Microphone
03:35
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(B. Childers)
I'm singing through my teeth
To deliver this message to you
Glass beads and other games
Couldn't take the spools from you
I'm still waiting and she's still waiting
Tape-decks playing and she's still waiting
Apparitions in the sky
History was blinded to you
Aperitifs and sweet relief
Couldn't take up the see-saw being
I'm still waiting and she's still waiting
Tape-decks playing and she's still waiting
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6. |
Rollerblade
02:21
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(B. Childers)
I saw myself being photographed at dawn
Mint-green rollerblades on my feet
Can they see me from up there? I asked
Do they think we’re lonely now?
Do they know
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7. |
Sheet Rock
01:54
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8. |
Country Rock
04:48
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(B. Childers, N. Gada)
Lost on the way home
In a place I don’t know
The street signs are unfamiliar
They’re shaped like some kind of stone
And it’s getting darker
But the road goes on
I’ve accepted my fate
To just drive, drive on
‘Cause you’re right here with me
So I know I’ll be just fine
And I might touch on things you wanna hear
(It’s like I never left your side)
And I will burn this place down
(We’ll watch the day turn to night)
Before you can
Plateaus and loose change
Help us pay the tolls
Snow plows and conversation
Scrape the lines from the road
Wake up and slow down
Turn the radio on
There’s nothing like fate
To keep things moving on
‘Cause you’re right here with me
So I know I’ll be just fine
And I might touch on things you wanna hear
(It’s like I never left your side)
And I will burn this place down
Before you can
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