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The End of Something
02:17
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The End Of Something
After all it’s like before
These days feel like signs of a layer below
Some folks with torn opened eyes and some
Distantly aware of Wahoo
Did we cut up our threads?
Did we cut up our threads by the way?
Did we cut up our threads, and alone trying to come through our days?
I’ll think of you long
We’re better alone
There’s something quite wrong in this town with the gentry
And surely in our hearts
I’ll think of you long
We’re better alone
There’s something quite wrong in this town with the landscape
And surely in our heads
After landing all is foe
And where are the answers I wrote down someday
So now with all dreams in flames
Awaiting the end of Wahoo
Did we cut up our threads?
Did we cut up our threads by the way?
Did we cut up our threads, just alive to survive all our days?
I’ll think of you long
We’re better alone
There’s something quite wrong in this town with the gentry
And surely in our hearts
I’ll think of you long
We’re better alone
There’s something quite wrong in this town with the landscape
And surely in our heads
I’ll tell you of fear
We could make some business here
The ending of things is quite strange for their owners
And for the wannabes
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2. |
We're Just Kids
02:57
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We’re Just Kids
Billy Mayhew
In his car
Driving southward
Real far
Yellow sunset
Golden beach
Smelling the living oak
Ocean's breeze
Time to turn him on
And the warm wind
'round his noose
All the faces
Loves them so
And these ripe and
Luscious lips
Just like ethernity
Drives him mad
Time to turn him on
Billy Mayhew
In his flat
Killing cigarettes
Being sad
Will buy a car
Will do things
And then he'll write a book
'bout human being, human being, human
Time to turn him on
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Pan's Aroma
03:12
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Pan’s Aroma
He couldn’t count all those yesterdays
A distant call over ocean’s breeze
Thinking on a place ago
They were red and he wear blue
For the young
For the young to learn
Fierce and straining everyday
Oh let the maniacs win
All I knew went far away
When I smelled Pan's aroma
It kicked out the rain
Kicked out the rain
Kicked out the rain
Kicked out the rain
He wouldn’t handle a rope so far
Some hundred feet over ocean’s shore
Made that day a better one
Lied into the telephone
Only sheen
Only sheen so far
Fierce and straining everyday
Oh let the maniacs win
All I knew went far away
When I smelled Pan's aroma
It kicked out the rain
Kicked out the rain
Kicked out the rain
Kicked out the rain
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4. |
Back to Tomorrow
01:15
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Back To Tomorrow
Standing over water
Throwing pieces to the ground
Praying for a better
Chime of everybody’s sound
Is this the price to pay?
Aren’t we mad?
Running through the city
Just like running through our brains
Always such a pitty
That we don’t see anything
Is this the price to pay?
Aren’t we mad?
Is this the wrong planet?
Are we insane?
We always come back to tomorrow
Back to tomorrow
Back to tomorrow
Back to tomorrow
Back to tom…Ahhh!
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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5. |
Trickle
01:32
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Trickle
Sitting under the moon
And your eyes are so pretty, baby
Full of glance now they’re looking out
In the back of your eyes
Deep behind all the common water
Living old tears just like in prison
And they’re living your live
And they’re cooking with acid -water
Hate them so much, oh let them out there
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