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Papa's Garage
03:00
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New Data New Day
05:26
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Wake up and smell the violets
New data, new day
Try to evade the violence
New data, new day
Take it in one byte at a time
Process, reflect, contextualize
If you think that's easy
My hat's off to you
Old haunts started to bore me
New data, New day
The familiar only served to warn me
New data, new day
Took a hit, a full-blow barrage
Punctured a hole in my pathetic mirage
I disconnected
That's all I could do
Anything the panda brings
The panda can take away
Memory hasn't served me well
Made believe it was heaven
But I know it was hell
I pretended long enough and now I'm through
I'm through
Chlorine
I must be at a pool
Children laughing, splashing water
On the plastic raft
On which I lay to take a nap
I can see the sweetest day
Circling in my mind
But the heart attacks and false alarms
Outweighed all you other charms.
Anything the panda brings
The panda can take away
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Racing to the Sun
02:52
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Set up on the starting block
The announcer calls my name
I got lightning bolts beneath my feet
And thunder in my veins
It's gonna be something new
Racing to the sun
A perfect day
A gentle breeze
Just one cloud in the sky
Spin around till we get dizzy
We been keeping busy
Buckled in side by side
Racing to the sun
I like the way you slip and slide
I dig your easy way
Arms that always open wide
And welcome me to stay
Every day
Trigger pulled, the pistol rang
Two hundred miles per hour
Hit the speed of light
Went through a meteor shower
I risk my life
Racing to the sun
Oh man of wars
Drone attacks
Vast conspiracies
All the armies of the world
Incurable disease
Nothing will hold me back
Racing to the sun.
I like the way you stop and go
Yet cover every mile
Eyes that always say hello
Come and stay a while
You make me smile
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Nightbirds
04:41
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Absolutely Hypnotized
05:37
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Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of health and waste
Been around here for what seems like forever
And you never give me much more than a taste
Its absolute hip gnosis
Absolutely hypnotised
Absolute hip gnosis
Fractal fiction enterprise
Getting very sleepy, getting very sleepy
At the count of three you'll remember me
As someone who was friendly
Absolutely, absolutely
Absolute hip gnosis
Absolutely, absolutely
Hypnotized
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6. |
Bye Bye Landslide
02:47
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Something's up with the water
I taste it on the tip of my tongue
I'm not the only one to notice
What is going on.
He said his name was Murray
He used to work the joints on the strip
Knuckles, Murphy, and Pinhead, all
He was at their beck and call
Bye Bye Landslide
Buckles, buckles keep your pants up
Chickens, chickens come from from eggs
Babies, babies come from heaven
And you're the one I want to bed
But, oh, I was talking 'bout the water
How it tastes funny in my mouth
Maybe because I'm not thirsty
I appreciate it less somehow
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Phineas Twang
Was down to his final string
He broke his E
While making a bend
his other strings
Were suddenly out of tune
So he waved his hand
And brought the song to an end
I'm just the friendly roof inspector
I was there to make sure
That they'd patched up all the holes
The violations are adding up
It's not safe for any soul
Then Phineas Twang
Sang the song for which
He's most known
Recovering
From the unforeseen pause
The audience rose
And cheered
As if they were one
There were no bounds
To the affection they showed
I'm the overhead love inspector
Was sent down by my director
I did you favors now I'm owed
So Phineas Twang
Broke into a feedback jam
He held one note
A shrill howling wail
Shrieked so loud
it busted a leaky pipe
And I told Twang
He was going to jail
I'm your friendly incarcerator
Oh oh ohh
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8. |
Bernard's Dilemma
03:51
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What's that aroma I smell?
I recognize it so well
Fire and brimstone
Burnt wood and charcoal
It's barbecue time down in hell
They're turning a man on a spit
An apple is stuck in his mouth
People are laughing
Drinking and joking
But I felt just panic and doubt
A hand on my back pushed me ahead
Led me into a room
And seated in front of me
There at the table
My replica came into view
Have a seat friend
I'll be with you when you die
We'll share every moment till then
I feel what you're feeling
I know what you're thinking
I'm where your privacy ends
I don't encourage, not me
Or judge you on all that i see
I just observe you
And though it unnerves you
Through thick and thin we will be
Asking the questing
What's your direction?
Where are you going?
Just a suggestion
Put it on paper
And read it from time to time
Hell's only in your mind
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Shipwreck Tomb
04:57
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Poor Delilah
She’s been sitting
Waiting for her love
Summer breezes
Reminiscing
Thinking of her love
I’ve been gone for what feels like years
The things I did to survive
I’ll never tell her what I’ve been through
I barely made it out alive
I would imagine her sweet face
Every time we’d make a dive
Several times I lost my breath
I was lucky that help arrived
Swimming down for sunken treasure
Thinking of her love
Not religious by any measure
But I’m praying to what’s above
Several men they got the bends
I thought that they would die
Ambition has proved to be
Both a curse and a blessing
That’s not a sin right now
That’s worth confessing
We explored the banquet hall
It felt like ghosts were there
In the corner I found a dinner menu
Underneath the chair
I took it as a souvenir
Why? To prove that I was here
Further down the hall we found the safe
The door was open wide
But I was getting sleepy
Packed up all the gold that we could carry
And waved the rest goodbye
But I was so, so sleepy
I was so, so sleepy
I was very sleepy
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Hidden in Plain Sight
03:21
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Never give what they'll only take
Funny papers don't amuse me much of late
Out of college, money spent
Nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling
There's no way to know
When that lamp post light will glow
Hidden in plain sight
We were hidden in plain sight
Every hour, every night of it
Underneath our nose
What you see and what you get from me
Its all been hidden in plain sight
Its been hidden in plain sight
It was hidden but now everybody knows
It was hidden in plain sight!
It was hidden in plain sight!
It was hidden in plain sight!
It was hidden in plain sight!
Ballyhoo on the balcony
The ballerina drops down to one knee
Down by the equater
They've got this coat of arms
But its too hot for the summer sun
And I can't take it on the run
Hidden in plain sight
We were hidden in plain sight
We were trying to make a night of it
We packed it up to go
Headed up on 95
And then we found the spring of our lives
In each others arms
Open wide, open long
We were hidden in plain sight
We were hidden in plain sight
We were hidden in plain sight
We were hidden in plain sight
Never give what they'll only take
And if negotiations break down
You'll escape
Rest your mind
Your weary bones
And know that when you turn around
You're not alone
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8X8 New York, New York
8X8 is the transatlantic collaboration between Lane Steinberg (NYC, US) and Alex Khodchenko (Kiev, Ukraine). The entire album was recorded via file sharing. The principals have never met, nor even spoken. Their relationship, which began as a series of emails, blossomed over several years into a working musical partnership that transcends the lack of a common language and physical proximity. ... more
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