1. |
Too Soon To Laugh
03:47
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Night is thief's forte
At loss for words to say: we're terrified
Black his light it shines
The tool that rectifies, uncovering...
We figure with sight
Too soon to laugh, you've based it on a photograph
Just listen
A shape to recognize; to filter out the crime
We're terrified. Black his light it shines
The tool that rectifies, uncovering...
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Red Herring
03:24
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A pictured life with
Framed to keep but still he needs
Can he talk a good game?
It's all done wrong--he's still the same
The roundabout vagueness plague;
Guitar-driven moods he displays
Play the chord, hear the ring
It's all the rage--it's still the same
Today is the day, marked for life
Here in which we shine so bright
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3. |
You Did This
03:52
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We're struck by the words
That seem to deep to know
Oh, it's possible
It's all part of the show
And I am right
This you know
Fast enough to observe
We've read what we have learned
Oh, it's trivial
It's all part of the joke
And I am right
This you know
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4. |
Truest You
04:42
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We were told once to not allow ourselves to care or try
Eventhough we hear them say outloud "for sale,"
It sold to no one
Enter fate
Machines take place
At fast rat's pace
You won't mistake
There's a time to line up one by one
Prepared to sacrifice
Now's the time, while we still can run:
Preserve the truest you
Kid you are in over your head
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5. |
Tracing Paper
03:02
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Here lies the boy with corroded lines
Let's begin without steam; the state I'm in...
What becomes of him?
Cold, dark, sold, starved, blank, terror...
He won't allow
Trace the bounded stain
Will he break the chain?
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6. |
Instead, He Falls...
03:04
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On your own without sound advice
Break, allowed to fall
It gets back to you
I stand alone here for you
Instead, he falls...
It's coming back to me
Like ancient history
Each town with little factories
Climb with all your might
Take the stride laid leaps
Tease fate's outcome: I'm here for you
And he runs because he knows...
(we'll cut it in)
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7. |
Homing Device
03:54
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Follow where?
Some people call him strange
He always walks alone
It's just his state of mind;
He always finds his home
Your killing time is over
It's written on the wall
You asking me to change it?
Well no...
He's leaving. I mean it
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8. |
Lovely Anne (demo)
02:29
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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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