1. |
Sleepwalking
04:30
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Don’t you cry
You’re all smiles
Shoe shopping, sleepwalking
Sun-kissed skin
Razor blade thin
Speak via flitters of fingers and grins
Then you slink away
Fall asleep at the wheel and then start again
Are you happy yeah? Are you happy yeah?
Having listened to every word you say
Are you happy yeah? Are you getting mad?
Do you trust yourself or did you forget your keys again?
Turn the clocks back and sound off the guns
It’s all good fun
For you
Meanwhile
Sleep well
It’s all gone to hell
Are you happy yeah? Are you happy yeah?
Having listened to every word you say
Are you happy yeah? Are you getting mad?
Do you trust yourself? Every word you said?
Don’t you cry
You’re all smiles
Shoe shopping, sleepwalking
For you
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2. |
Haircut
04:22
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Hurts too much
Haven’t said enough
But you wanna listen
Bless your heart
Hope to be there
All the ways you go where I’m coming from
All the things you do
This form of listening
Do I keep you on your toes? Keep you comfortable? Keep you in the know?
Are you running from home?
You make your marks,
Get set,
Go
I got a haircut right down to my eyes
I got a haircut right down to my eyes
All messed up
Bleached out and rough
You don’t have to listen if you’re bored
Bless your heart
Really hoping you’ll be there
All the ways you know where I’m coming from
All the things you do
This form of listening
Do you keep me on my toes? Keep me comfortable? Keep me in the know?
Are we running from home?
You make your marks
Get set,
Go
I got a haircut right down to my eyes
I got a haircut right down to my eyes
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3. |
Keep It
04:48
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Up all night
Got a light
Got all the time in the world
But you keep it a secret
All of your life
Bury it deeply
And hold it inside
It’s just like the movies
Feeling your lost last ditch feeling of pride
And there’s nothing to do here
Or to hold on to
Just wasted time
Forty hours a day
Forty hours a day
Forty hours a day
Forty hours a day
Keep it a secret
Got a feeling but I don’t know where to begin
Going blind’s such a bore, wanna kick and scream
Don’t try
To put your dancing shoes on
Getting dark getting darker day by day
Losing feeling losing touch losing memories
Don’t try
To turn the lights back on
Don’t change a thing you snot nosed punk
Can’t change a thing that never was
(Don’t change a thing don’t change it, don’t change a thing don’t change it)
Always a victim, always a fool
You talk like a vampire, you sound like a tool
(Don’t change a thing don’t change it, don’t change a thing don’t change it)
Don’t change a thing don’t change it, don’t change a thing don’t change it
Keep it a secret
Up all night
Got a light
Got all the time in the world
Up all night
Got a light
Got all the time in the world
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4. |
Do or Die
03:52
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I know that you are
Trying to move, you’re
Trying to move, you’re
Trying to move
It’s all that I am
Trying to do, I’m
Trying to do, I’m I’m
Trying to do
So was it not a waste of your time?
A possum’s not a seeing eye dog for the blind
You got your head stuck in the clouds
But the din of your demons is gettin’ so loud
How did we lose sight of the prize?
Had our heads in the sand but we’re getting on fine
It’s easier to sleep when you’re blind
So you fall back on the dotted line
Fall back in the dotted line
So wring it out, wring it out
Hang it out to dry
And keep it up, keep it up
Do or die, do or die
Do or die, do or die
I know that you are
Trying to move, you’re
Trying to move, you’re you’re
Trying to move
It’s all that I am
Trying to do, I’m I’m
Trying to do, I’m
Trying to do
So was it not a waste of your time?
A possum’s not a seeing eye dog for the blind
You got your head stuck in the clouds
But the din of your demons is gettin’ so loud
How did we lose sight of the prize?
Had our heads in the sand but we’re getting on fine
It’s easier to sleep when you’re blind
So you fall back on the dotted line
So ring it out, wring it out
Hang it out to dry
And give it up, give it up
Do or die, do or die
Wring it out, ring it out
And hang it out to dry
And give it up, give it up
Do or die, do or die
Do or die, do or die
Do or die, do or die
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This is what it feels like
Coming back
Feels like
Coming back
To be gone
Radio waves
Buzzing through space and time
Where do you go
To a planet on your own
My idiot phase
Everything all the time
Shut up and pray
And just try to survive
How to keep myself alive (x3)
I really like to keep to myself
Never had time for anyone else
Maybe I’m waiting for what isn’t there
It’s getting closer, having to care
I really like to pour down the drain
I like the violence all just the same
Wanna be sacred, you got to get scared
It’s getting closer, having to care
This is what it feels like
Coming back
Feels like
Coming back
To be gone
In a vacuum you don’t waste away
You learn quite soon
That you were yesterday’s news
I spent some time so far away
Looking back in brighter days
You don’t waste away
You don’t waste away
You don’t waste away...
How to keep myself alive
How to keep myself alive
How to keep myself alive...
I really like to keep to myself
Never had time for anyone else
Maybe I’m waiting for what isn’t there
It’s getting closer, having to care
I really like to pour down the drain
I like the violence all just the same
Wanna be sacred, you got to get scared
It’s getting closer, having to
This is what it feels like
Coming back
Feels like
Coming back
To be gone
This is what it feels like
Coming back
Feels like
Coming back
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6. |
Tannhauser Gates
03:37
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I can’t sit and I can’t stand to reason with you
Confused man I go day by day
I keep it simple
Gotta think, I gotta think,
I gotta get a drink just to slow down and let me sleep
And do it all again
I gotta think I gotta think,
I gotta get a drink just to slow down and let me sleep
And do it all again
What’s missin’ now from me?
I keep doing the same things
We talk about
It’s comforting
Well, I got no idea
All upside down
What’s missing now from me
Gotta plan
I need to feel all in
Command the sacred spontaneity
Well, I got no ideas
All upside down
What’s missing now from me
I keep doing the same things
We talk about
It’s comforting
I can’t sit and I can’t stand to reason with you
Confused man I go day by day
I keep it simple
Gotta think, I gotta think,
I gotta get a drink just to slow down and let me sleep
And do it all again
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7. |
Blind
04:21
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In the Land of the Blindmen
He’s the king of them all
With one eye open
But nothing to show
Get in line for succession
The same line for the handouts, too
It’s a convention
Thousands of people needing something to do
Someone like you
Don’t believe what you see
Someone like you
All alone
Got a good thing going on,
Just don’t end up like that
So sad and lonely, blind and broken
Climb high up the mountain
Just to feel so in awe
Stumble and shiver
Crevasses and cold
High up is a lighthouse
Sickened that you’re nowhere near
A failing expedition
Shorten the grass
Can anyone hear?
How does it feel to be one in a million?
Feelin’ sick man, I’m nauseated
Try to get by, a man with opinions
Someone like you
Don’t believe what you see
Someone like you
All alone
Got a good thing going on,
Someone like you
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8. |
Pre Tense
03:02
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Funny how we find ourselves here
Looking for all the wrong defenses in all the right places
Oh,
It’s strange what you do to me
Strange what love can be
You’re looking at me like your mirror
Afraid of what you’ll find
I wonder if you’ll find a way
To meet me side by side
Oh it’s strange what you do to me
Strange what love can be
It’s strange what you do to me
Strange what love can be
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Service Animal Seattle, Washington
Five-piece indie rock from Seattle. Service Animal is about honing the art of the climb.
Andrew Bailey (guitar, vocals), Justin Joyce (guitar), Emma Staake (keys, vocals), Christine Kelly (bass), and Gregg Anderson (drums).
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