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Lyrics: Artichoke
| W e b . N e t I guess we'll need words that move backwards towards forwards Confess you'll need melody to be struck sure In the mourning of forever, every night is in for a day All you right incomes what may Unless I'm helpless for helping myself to Confess much more by ignoring myself too I guess we'll need words that move cowards Confess you'll need harmony |
| A c i d T e s t Running new ideas by rubber soles/sleepy souls Betting on we're getting into out of control If the masses are smacked with jazz And the glasses all stack like alchotraz Then all these itches lie on my electric fence again Untangle the acid test Left brain, right brain ...testing 1...2...3 |
| L o y a l M u s i c What will give me wisdom When it rules my kingdom With an empty-handed sum? Where's the ring? Why! Under my thumb! I have my friends and loyal music Steal the strings that plastic picks! To be as free as the breeze/freeze ...how could I please your mysteries? |
| A n y w a y Everyone is low None however/forever solo Break apart/give a part to leave Love up my/our sleeve Maybe I/you don't want to try Be my guide/(guest) Maybe side by side now that we arrive Maybe you/I don't want to try Undecided/I decide We arrive side by side Runaway get away Find a way faraway One way both ways always anyway |
| B r o k e n R e c o r d Rerun often on... Move on/hold on and make things last! Return often off... Get off/takeoff the beaten path! I believe you Are mistaken I believe in you We relieve our poor hearts from breaking Like a broken record...heard...hear... |
| W o u l d Y o u B u r n ? Our beat up band is high strung You are too just trying to kneel young I'm too for rest in pieces So who knew the old would believe this Through the trees I see the best forest Our up-beat band is high strung You're too destroying to Neil Young I'm too for rest in peaces So who knows, the old should believe this Through the trees I see the best for rest You know not like the others Some names go undiscovered No one is in love like nature Let's see what would we recover Wood you burn Would you burn? |
| T w o A r m A r m y Settle down big babies Where are you going? I'm going crazy No big dope just hopes Sing out loud with our mouths washed out with soap No one can stop me but me My two arm army What are you going to be? (Just try and stop me!) |
| A l l E a r s I'm staring at the floor Hoping less is more Feeling all alone Beside myself in harmonic tone I am all ears so keep an eye out for me and my big mouth We are all ears, who knows, a hand-out for you I'm "wering" (like a werewolf) on the door... ...beside myself... |
| L o n e l y A n d N o t A l o n e How long to care for desperate measures The air you breathe is rarely ours (In) the time it takes to give up, (be) after the heart! Will! Be in some other shape! Lonely and not alone only all on our own |
| W r o n g s o n g Oh... ...Sooner or later I'm going to learn some of us live some of us burn I did not mean to be mean to you Fuck me-fuck you Like you want me to(o) It's easy listening Talk to me not at me So, oh no, I know what you know, so let go |
All songs written by Travis Tooke. |
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