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The Try
04:45
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Everybody's hopes had died when you were crawling on the floor
No one could keep hope alive when all they saw were wounds and woes
They remember when it went south, one instance when you're down--
Dust had settled, you moved out of town
You surrendered, then you found out...
It's a crap out, a dead man's hand, a blink in a stare;
It's lights out, an unmade plan, some bees in your hair
Do we get no points for the try?
They will all testify that everything falls around you
"Another good guy lost," is how they would describe you
"Too bad what could have been..."
You tuned out and got up again
Pretended not to care. Remembered not to care
I heard what they sold you; don't let it hold you
You can have what you want now
You need to want what you have
We need no points for the try
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2. |
The Californian
04:17
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Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well
A child scraping up his knees...
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?
Leo says that, "there's no victims, only volunteers."
I think that I believe that if there's a crime
There must be a crime scene
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime
Small print too small to read--
"Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe"
The East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral
Hangs waiting for a breeze
Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me
Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...
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3. |
Don't Let It Fade
04:12
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Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile
"Give it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light."
And now she's all he sees;
He stays awake to watch her breathe the unheard
Melodies; the grace notes of her restless sleep
Hold me now, don't let it fade away from here. It's so clear…
His tattered undershirt—a souvenir that she likes to breathe in
She sighs—days doing nothing unconscious of time
And now he's all she sees;
She stays awake to watch him breathe the unknown
Poetry; sweet sonnets of how it should be
And everybody might just have these same ideas--
These same plans--I suppose...
We've found a perfect niche:
Where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for style...
But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny
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Say what you want to
So what does that prove?
In the end, we will see our truth
I'll hand it to you
You sure had me fooled
You sure you want my truth?
You've heard it all before
All the things that you have
All the things that you had:
Was it really so bad?
We did what we had to
So why do I miss you?
I heard what you said, but I know how you think
Just know that no one's ever going to take it away…
You were right
You're still right
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5. |
If We Had It Made
05:42
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I wish today was not the same tired routine we always do
Let's trade it all for a shot in the shade
Ever see The Getaway?
I'll be McQueen, you'll be Ali MacGraw; we'll fight the law
So what do you say?
We'll drink us silly way too soon
And start a fight at the bar:
A life of cigarettes and spoons...
Would that be all right?
I don't care about the cash or what they'll take in trade
I thought I heard you say, "Only if we had it made..."
This could be our Great Escape from what we are and what we want
We'll laugh and just put the foot on the gas...
Maybe I have got it wrong, maybe this is where we belong:
This town, this house, with the clothes on the couch
Squandering lazy afternoons reading dog-eared books
Listening to sappy tunes...
Are we all right?
I loved it when you said, "I think we have it made."
Black and white cats, asleep on the stoop:
We could just be, we don't have to go far
Morning light, can't keep out of the room
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6. |
Our Left Coast Ambitions
04:03
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Sell off your fables, stitch on their labels, I don't mind
Hooray for Hollywood
The drinks are free and the handshakes mean your good. Hooray…
Parade around the room
Where finger-points mean your singing the same tune
You've impressed all the suits
You can re-shoot these scenes
Rewrite the place and time
Did you forget the things?
They're always on my mind
Give it time
Hooray for the brand new you
Just another fool who lines the avenue. Hooray for gratitude....
Now you're nobody's news
Came all this way and no closer to the truth. Hooray for attitude...
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7. |
Without Meaning
05:16
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9:00 am. She gets in the car hoping things will change this time around
"I wonder what they're going to say now,"
She whispers as she reaches for the radio dial
She's lost all her feeling, she thinks they are scheming;
It's a game she plays in her head
This is it. This life
This is what you wanted all along
He watches the wheels turn around, each revolution passing him by
"I give myself 2 years," he cheers. 2 has turned to 5 to "way too long."
He's alive and he's breathing, but living without meaning
He might as well be dead
Don't hold back. Take it to the people
These things will turn your head around...
They rolled over paths to travel streets of gold (now turned to gravel)
They forgot to roll the map out in their search for hope or glamour...
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8. |
Beethoven St.
04:39
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I remember my old Beethoven Street:
With the market on the corner always closed
A place that will never change in time;
When you find it you can tell that it's mine
Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn
Motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...
I knew I could never really leave:
There's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone
Never let it go now
You know Beethoven was my own
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9. |
Brave, But Brittle...
04:03
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Whispers didn't stop me from hearing it. Make it stop
Thick skin never stopped me from feeling it:
"Maybe there's reason you haven't made it yet..."
We're brave but brittle so savor the little time that you shine
We choose...
Hard luck never stopped me from taking risks. Never stop
Fought back with free thought and English Lit
"You're just one more habit I have to kick."
Strip back the details and it comes down to 2 or 3
Telling moments when I knew it was you or me
Pointing fingers at each other so easily...
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10. |
Los Feliz Arms
05:59
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We packed up and moved 'cross town
Leaving Los Feliz, Griffith Park
And the breakfast spots where we used to haunt
The shine of Hillhurst days:
Broken windows of my car
Neighbors setting off their fire alarms
Crisp nights you could feel
Remember the view from the hill?
Moon dividing up the man-made lake...
Don't forget those days we stayed in to escape the race
Days we hid from the phone and made out
Left the world alone
We were standing in the light
Hoping to catch a glimpse of what we thought was right
Thursday night at Bigfoot Lodge
Rubbing shoulders with the slobs…
Passed us a Walker on the rocks
Crisp nights too unreal…
We are standing in the light
Waiting to catch a glimpse of what we know is right
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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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