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Starlings
04:06
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The starlings are back again
They're not here to make amends
They want to uproot everything
And take over the once west wing
Though you want to throw the stones
They find their way into your homes
You're up to leave at the crack of dawn
Got your luggage you've got your little-
Carry on carry on carry on
Carry on carry on carry on
Travelin at the speed of light
In fiction and in your own mind
The days all turn to weeks and months
But you've forgotten more than once
You regret letting them in
The starlings swore they'd act like friends
The road just stretches on and on
Is there even room for your little-
Carry on carry on carry on
Carry on carry on carry on
After years you hear it's safe
The starlings have gone back to space
Back towards home you are drawn
There's no need to bring your little-
Carry on carry on carry on
Carry on carry on carry on
Carry on carry on carry on
You've got to carry on carry on carry on
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2. |
Your Paisley Rug
03:00
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Throwing out your heart to anyone
Lying on your paisley rug
Storms of dust in the sun beams
At the far end of the room
And summer must feel long
Living on your paisley rug
The moment your skin will call
Cry a waterfall
You’ll be changing your clothes again
What do you do with freedom
Lying on your paisley rug
Chocolate milk from a cardboard carton
You know that you deserve it
And summer must feel long
Living on your paisley rug
The moment your garden’s assorted
Alphabetically ordered
Your head is unnaturally dead
Suddenly it’s deja vu
Then again how would you tell
Suddenly it’s deja vu
Then again how would you tell
Suddenly it’s deja vu
Suddenly it’s deja vu
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3. |
Try to Change My Mind
02:54
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Just a little game they play called
Try to change my mind
And no one can and so it's flawed
Now they're no longer friends
Blame it on the fact that she could
Never hold his gaze
It was never meant
Oh I lament so
Try to change my mind
I know he
Will try to change my mind
Just a game to play in airports
Can you guess what I mean
She's thinking of those khaki shorts
They might look better gone
Blame it on the fact that she could
Never hold his gaze
It was never meant
Oh I lament so
Try to change my mind
I know they
Will try to change my mind
Just a game to play in parked cars
No on could've guessed
Said he didn't love the right arts
Now he has lost all love
Blame it on the fact that she could
Never hold his gaze
It was never meant
Oh I lament so
Try to change my mind
I know she
Will try to change my mind
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Amy's stare Amy's glare
What is wrong with her smile
Belittled in this washed up town again
Is it here in the years
Of garbage raked into piles
Crushed just like the neighbors rusty cars
Well who hurt you
I guess you think they'll hurt you again
Well who hurt you
I guess you'll never be the same
I was driving in my car
I was sick of the radio
They are all singing "la la la" again
Thought I've give your band a spin
But I don't know where to begin
This is the same noise you've made so long
Well who hurt you
Cause you all sound like shit
Well who hurt you
No wonder your last drummer has quit
Amy's stare Amy's glare
What is wrong in her mind
Her scowl reflects the gray clouds overhead
They all gasp your hands aren't clasped
The preacher knows what to do
He'll beat the sinner out of you again
Well who hurt you
I guess you think they'll hurt you again
Well who hurt you
I guess you'll never be the same
Well who hurt you
I guess you think they'll hurt you again
Well who hurt you
I guess you'll never be the same
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5. |
Houses Painted White
03:24
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White houses in this town
It's the safest move
Green grasses by the roadside
It's comforting
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted t grow my garden
I didn't mean to take a stand
Lines dividing up the skies
It is all the power
Cemetery on a hill
It's the safest thing
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted to grow my garden
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted to
Only future generations
The past is so complex
Depends on where you stand
No more brick streets
White houses in this town
But faded paint
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted to grow my garden
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted to grow my garden
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted to grow my garden
I didn't mean to take a stand
I just wanted the flower angles
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6. |
In This Town
04:45
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It doesn't need to be said
I've waited so long
I could lose my head
And I could've been much more
Than a placid form
On the kitchen floor
I waiting for the days
When I could be a personality phase
In this town
Things go round
But nothing gets done
I should've known
That I'd grow tired before
I had the chance to roam
And I'm waiting for the world
Where we are so much more
Than just these words
I thought that all my life
I could step outside
And feel the morning chimes
For a time
I might feel fine
But I'll have to wait
I was waiting for the winter
To show something cooler
And I was waiting for the spring
To extravagant all things
Well I was hoping that the summer
Would let me have some fun, yeah
I was waiting for the fall
To be the end of it all
In this town
In this town
In this town
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7. |
First Street
02:56
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All these people out of luck
Their thoughts in places that are stuck
This road will meld into their end
They've got so many tracks to mend
First street's where the money comes from
First street's where the money comes from
And I don't wanna know how
And I don't wanna know how
All of us stuck in our rooms
Our sanity will slip out soon
This mode will meld into our friends
Got so many flowers to tend
First street's where the money comes from
First street's where the money comes from
And I don't wanna know how
And I don't wanna know why
First street's where the money comes from
First street's where the money comes from
And I don't wanna know how
And I don't wanna know how
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8. |
Cricket
03:22
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Auburn clear blue skies
Green leaves on the oak tree
Golden grass on a small hill
Cool breeze breaks the sticky air
Shiny black eyes in the dirt
Flanneled figure in the mirror
Auburn clear blue eyes
Soul song ready in queue
September is the change in you
September is the change in me
September eyes compelling me
But what's compelling you
Cricket don't change to much
When the soul is speaking
Let it speak
When the heart is beating
Cricket
Let it need it
September is the change in you
September is the change in me
September is the change in you
It's what's compelling me to say
Cricket don't change too much
Cricket don't change too much
Cricket don't change too much
Cricket don't change too much
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9. |
The Badlands
03:40
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Marching up that hill
Like toy soldiers on an expedition pill
You can see it in our eyes
We just want a place to go and fantasize
There's nothing good that we could make
So we dreamed up the badlands (ba da ba)
Everything round here is fake
Please take me to the badlands
Where at least
I can feel
Like nothing's real
So let me heal
Give me zeal
Out here in the thick of it
Dying like a roman candle's wit
This is why we tell these lies
We just want a space to dig our clearer skies
There's nothing good that we could make
So we dreamed up the badlands (ba da ba)
Everything round here is fake
Please take me to the badlands
Where at least
I can feel
Like nothing's real
So let me heal
Give me zeal
Ba da ba
Yea yeah yeah
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I'm inclined to believe
Those poor creatures lost their will to see
I'm inclined to believe
They want us accustomed to it
I can count all the worlds you'll cry
I've taken notice of that
I've got a thing for your patchwork eye
I've got a thing for it
I've got a thing for your mismatched skies
I've got a thing for it
I've got a thing for your patchwork eye
I've got a thing for it
I've got a thing for your mismatched skies
I've got a thing for it
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11. |
Back to My House
02:37
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Back to my house it's a pretty space
We can lay on the lawn and save some face
The sky is pink the trees will be true
Your cheeks have your rosy hue
We can spend some time here
In the last rays of the sun
Soon the day is done
All the colors on house will fade
From pink to gray to black
All the leaves upon the trees will fall
Into the bowl of glass
Chillin' in the park where we fly our kites
Now they're up a tree in the summertime
We met a man who spoke like a poet
We asked him and he said you know it
Now the summer's fading
All the august days are gone
Sitting by the koi pond
Throwing bits of gravel in
So the fish will try to eat them
Winter in the spurs will turn this pool
Into the bowl of glass
Back to my house we can clown around
We'll save these thoughts for another town
So sit on the side away from life
And watch the sky through the power lines
On the other side there is a
Heart open for you
Where the cotton meets the blue
In the garden in the trees
A flash of yellow white and green
I will call you through it all
To talk about your science class
To reminisce
The bowl of glass
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