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Let's make a list of our abuses, swindles and violated truces.
Count up the scars and fading bruises, weave no shame.
Spread the loot out on the table.
See yourself as new Abel?
Think you've met some true criminals?
You just wait.
And you think that you're so smart...
Think this is the hard part?
We've only just begun to see the ugliness start!
Learn to celebrate corruption.
Dig in deep to your dysfunction.
Save the judgments and assumptions, there's no blame.
Just one kiss before it starts...
Think this is the hard part?
We've only just begun to see the ugliness start
Maybe this is somewhere to start,
Makin' this The Hardest Part...
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Bruise-blue
03:41
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Hey, even if your world stops now
It wouldn't mean anything, I'm sad to say
Because all splashes are ripples from the distance
-- Then rings of waves...
Turn them a deaf ear
I figured it out, now I'm tired
I'm putting my arms down and turning away
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
But I can't hear anything - Not today...
Turn them a deaf ear
Get it off my back
I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses
Figured it out now
Putting my arms down
Figured it out now
Putting my arms down
She was the queen of the mistakes, until you made her a saint...
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White, Picket Fences
03:35
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Go
Before we both
Start to say some mean shit
That we cannot let go
You know it's broke
And I am such a train wreck
Getting attention but forgetting lessons
I know
Remembering presents and cleaning up messes
I don't
These are the things that separate you and me
That's why I'm telling you so:
Animal-shaped hedges and white, picket fences
Unknown
I know alone...
Go
Before we both
Start to say some mean shit
That we cannot let go
You know it's broke
And I am such a train wreck
Ignoring caresses and putting up defenses
I know (Such a trainwreck)
Subtle persuasion and communication
I don't (Such a trainwreck)
I broke its wings but tried to teach it to sing...
And maybe I should have known (Such a trainwreck)
Animal-shaped hedges and white, picket fences
Unknown
I know alone...
Do you want to see how much I can take?
Can't you just leave bad enough alone?
Go
Before we both
Start to say some mean shit
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Saccharine
03:48
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Who is the new toast of the town?
Who is new face of rage?
Why do need familiar sound?
Why do we need another anthem for the crowd?
[Chorus]
"We want it and we want it now!"
Why do I smile when I know it's sour?
(I was too drunk to fight you)
We "savages" don't need a saint
(I think someone should try to)
I'd like to think this is our hour--
(I am too dumb to spite you)
So here it is a saccharine anthem for the clowns
"We want it and we want it now!"
Now now now now now now
Another anthem for the clowns
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Indian Summer
03:18
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I can't believe he's such a sore loser
"Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers."
Raise up the glass and toast the motherfucker
"Just move along."
How did you get that bruise up on your shoulder?
You are so Sisyphus, just pushing on your boulder
Someday you'll take a break
When you're older you just move along
I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored
And they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover
So I severed his hands and glued them to her mother
Just glued them on
Just what is it about Indian Summer?
Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter
Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors
That just move along?
Just move along...
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I found the picture of us in the yard
Somethings are lost and somethings I guess get found
You had that shirt on, you loved the Cars
You always wore it, I never got that sound
You had that cat; just what was its name?
I can't remember, it's not important now
I never wonder where you are now
I just forgot it. Maybe I should write shit down?
Was that the day I lost your keys
When we were stoned at the beach?
Maybe someday you'll let me know
There was a summer, days in the sun
Until September. Its not important now
When was your birthday? Pearl Harbor Day?
And I forgot it, next time I'll write it down
I hate nostalgia. It tries too hard
To remember only the easy parts
Now I wonder where you are now
I can't forget it, now that I wrote it down
Was that the day my calls were screened?
I saw the caller ID
Maybe someday you'll let me know
Was that the day that I was seen
Kissing your friend on 3rd Street?
I never thought that I was mean
How could I have not seen?
Maybe someday I'll let you know
I never thought that I was mean
How could I have not seen?
That was the day, that was the scene
I just rewrote the ending
Maybe someday you'll let me know
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In Beats Like Trains
04:13
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The girl you used to tease is
Rolling up her sleeves
She finds everything she needs
In the pages of the books she reads
So angry all she tastes is flame
Her heart it churns in beats like trains
In beats like trains
In beats like trains
What you do and don't believe
Doesn't mean a thing to me
Who we are to some degree
Are the promises we choose to keep
So angry all she tastes is flame
Her heart it churns in beats like trains
[Chorus]
We will speak before we know
Will we reach but never go
We are all flame
[Chorus][x3]
In beats like trains[x4]
So angry all we taste is flame
With hearts that churns in beats like trains
Take drugs and stay awake for days
[Chorus][x5]
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Looks Like a Mess
05:50
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Drank it up slowly
As I looked at the only
People in the room
“It's ok to admit that
You have been laughed at,”
Said Mr. Deacon Blues
Then some broken fool laughed
And hi-fived the bar back
“I'll have another round.”
Raised it up to the ceiling, said
“This one with feeling!
What's the matter with this town?”
If I look like a mess, I must be a mess...
Kick snare and hi-hat
Crushed cigarette pack
2 is coming soon
Kids on a wall plaque
“AYSO Champs, Summer '92.”
“Good hands don't deserve this.”
“Maybe someday you'll learn kid that
Silence is a sound.”
Raise it up to the ceiling
“Make this one with feeling.”
We'll drink until we drown…
If I look like a mess, I must be a mess:
Turning on and off and on and on and off and on...
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Winter-owned
02:50
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With a smile, in a while
You go do what you have to do
With that smile you'll be sitting fine
Just a little bit out of line
Mr. Out of Line, save the platitudes
You give me attitude, I'll give you attitude
[Chorus]
Angels in the snow
You got it?
You got it?
Always cold, all alone and winter-owned
With a wink and a sigh
Your only hope is alibi
With an alibi you'd be sitting fine
Just a little bit out of time
Mr. Out of Time, show some gratitude
You give me attitude, I'll give you attitude
[Chorus][x4]
And winter owned
And winter owned
[Chorus]
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Congratulations
05:23
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When did this get so hard?
If you think you're so smart
Then tell how can anything
So good fall apart?
You say it got "too dark."
What does that mean anyway?
May 1st, Griffith Park
Stayed up all night and talked
And talked and talked
Locked our stuff in the car
And for hours just walked
And walked and walked
Congratulations, you're half the way there.
You've almost made it...
It's a victimless crime
They say it all the time
"Some things weren't meant to be."
Maybe one day you'll find
That someone who shines
For everything we got
There's some thing we want
And want and want
It's there in the dark
We are now free to walk
And walk and walk
Congratulations, you're half the way there.
You've almost made it...
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Today, I'm doing fine. Heading north on the I-5.
I write to tell what I'm seeing:
Beyond the frontage road, the earth is combed in rows.
I remember that trip to the sea.
Simple minds need simple vice.
Love my friends, hate my life.
Our broken hearts, sore to the touch...
You never believed me.
Simple vice for simple minds...
The day was cold but bright.
You'd slept through most the drive.
I watched the fog from your breathing.
You in your navy coat, staring at the boats,
"I love how they're always leaving..."
The problem with looking back is we romanticize the past.
The present isn't so easy...
Simple minds need simple vice.
Love my friends, hate my life.
Our broken hearts, sore to the touch...
You never believed me.
Simple vice for simple minds...
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We all wrestle with "souls"
To find the goodness we know
To find that we're in a maze all the days...
Two anxious lovers wrestle in the snow
And the first kiss turns to throwing blows
And they kiss each other on the face
And hit each other in the...
Sons of the second string, we are the waterboys!
Which is the lessor of blows,
The kind that punctures and slows
Or the kind that kisses bestow?
Who's to say?
Two anxious lovers wrestle in the snow
And the first kiss turns to throwing blows
And they kiss each other on the face
And hit each other in the...
Sons of the second string, we are the waterboys!
By God's grace we'll save the day...
Have faith in your little sons of second fiddle now!
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Sunday's Best Los Angeles, California
Sunday's Best was a Los Angeles-based indie rock band that was active from 1997-2004. Band members were Edward Reyes, Ian Moreno, Tom Ackerman, Pedro Benito and James Tweedy. The band released 2 full lengths and 1 EP. Associated bands are The Jealous Sound (Benito), The Bronx (Tweedy), The Little Ones (Reyes and Moreno), The Kite-Eating Tree and Skiploader (Ackerman). ... more
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