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1. |
I Got It
04:53
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Data, these reams of data
Feed ‘em to the servers, it’s automatic
Static, dreaming of static
In and out of fashion and back to the attic
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
But it’s not to me to prove: invisible groove,
I can’t explain how it moves
So, I told you a lie
That I got it, I told you I got it
And as I went stumbling by
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
Matter, it doesn’t matter
Fork in a socket, a plugged bottle rocket
Platter, served on a platter
Face in a locket, tried it and knocked it
And when I get home I wanna see you
and leave all else behind
I think it’s a sign; could just be a rhyme
So, I told you a lie
That I got it, I told you I got it
And as I went stumbling by
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
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2. |
I Was Doing Alright
02:22
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I was doing alright
Then you came to me later
And told me I was doing it wrong
Every night
Ask the neighbors
Will I ever finish this song?
Am I living a lie?
Or am I getting by?
Should I give it a try?
Shut the fuck up
You can lean on my shoulder
Talking like we’ll never get bored
And I don’t
You look older
What’d you have to do that for?
We’ll take a burger and fries
And some apple pies
Make ‘em super-sized
Cuz I could never make it
So I told the truth
That I,
I didn’t want to go
I could never make it
So I told the truth
That I,
I didn’t want to go
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3. |
Country Life in America
03:04
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I got clean from the bottle, bottoming out
I still don't know what this song is about
But I didn't get very far from here
Now I can't make it all disappear
Cut it in the morning, clean it at night
Let them know everything is alright
Suddenly turned into stone
The receiver covered on the phone
Yeah I feel it getting louder
Feel it getting louder
Feel it in the words that I sing
I feel it getting louder
I feel it getting louder
But I just can’t hear a thing
No I just can’t hear a thing
Rolling with the punches, telling the truth
Wonder what’ll happen behind the booth
Cooking in the cosmic rays
Soaking California Days
Messing with the volume, tweaking the tone
Out on the island and dreaming of home
But I know I can’t get back there
I’ll talk about that in a pair
Yeah I feel it getting louder
Feel it getting louder
Feel it in the words that I sing
I feel it getting louder
I feel it getting louder
But I just can’t hear a thing
No I just can’t hear a thing
Don’t worry kid, you’ll find your way
Every night’ll step out the way for the day
I wish someone told me way back there
When I was breathing in the evening air
There, but for the grace of God, go I
Hydrangeas, amaryllis, ranunculi
And lilacs and columbines
Crocus and dandelions
Yeah I feel it getting louder
Feel it getting louder
Feel it in the words that I sing
I feel it getting louder
I feel it getting louder
But I still can’t hear a thing
No I still can’t hear a thing
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4. |
Talkin' French
03:38
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Me and my baby
We go out, we go crazy
I don't need to
Ever be there
I, I don’t mean
I won't lie, I won’t lie
I, I don't mean
I can't explain what I really mean
I like to see you when you’re talking French
I wanna sit down with you on a bench
I like to watch you filling up your cup
I just don’t think I’ll ever get enough
Was lost out floating in the deep blue sea
Til lil mama came around to rescue me
Call in the morning
I know your number
Tell me about everything
I can't get from the night
I, I don’t mean
I won’t lie
I, I don’t mean
I can’t explain what I really mean
I like to see you when you’re talking French
I wanna sit down with you on a bench
I like to watch you filling up your cup
I just don’t think I’ll ever get enough
Was lost out floating in the deep blue sea
Til lil mama came around to rescue me
I want to get on a plane right now
Drop your cat off at my mama’s house
And just as soon as we touch down
Take the RER to Chatelet-Les Halles
Past the street vendors and old music halls
Put in the passcode and climb up the stairs
And you’re there
I like to see you when you’re talking French
I wanna sit down with you on a bench
I like to watch you filling up your cup
I just don’t think I’ll ever get enough
Was just a guppy in the deep blue sea
Til lil mama came around to rescue me
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5. |
Gas Station Bathroom
03:04
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I look good in a gas station bathroom
But I'm a bag of bones when I'm out too late
And I'm fat as a science rat when I finally get time to contemplate
It's a toll that I take on my body
But I know it pays out in the end
A little bit of sugar and that's all it took her
To give up all she would spend
I can't go home
I can't go home
It's me in this gas station bathroom
Or living with my mama at home
And that’s a choice I make on my own
A hundred miles and still hitchhiking
On a hot and a sunny day
When a friend pulled me over
With a real hot motor
I'll tell you what he had to say
He said, “I’m so sick of driving”
He said, “I chased the road, it never ends”
I said, “That’s good enough for some,
But beatable by none”
And let him on his lonely way
I can't go home
I can't go home
It's me in this gas station bathroom
Me and I'm always alone
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6. |
Another Day
03:56
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Another day, another bender
Never give up, never surrender
Sing it like I mean it and I always say I do
Trying very hard to do my best to push it through
Every single day we wake up and
I can’t explain everything I sing
Promise I didn’t mean anything
Dolomites
Dancing on the ceiling
A brand new promise we can’t keep
And in the middle of the night
You know that feeling
Too awake to fall asleep
I know you’ve been feeling lonely
Because I never come back home
Spending all my time just writing letters and getting stoned
And living off the reservation
I know you will never show your hand
So it’s all gone to plan
When you are there
Everything’s groovy
Spending our days like counting sheep
But with a moment to spare
Just like the movies
I realized I never got to sleep
It’s frankly just nice to see you
And exchange pleasantries
Telling you the good of what’s new
You can see from shining see
I’ll say anything you like
Dining under sword of Damocles
I always aim to please
Because yeah it’s all alright
What’s can you do
It really costs you nothing just to cop to the truth
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7. |
She Will Stop At Nothing
02:56
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What’s with all this shit strewn on my bed?
Just grabbing something, that was all you said
Is this about last night? Thought I settled up
Yet now you’re saying you’ve had enough
I’m all smoke and mirrors I admit
But I just wish we could get over it
I said I’d change and I didn’t lie
So mama give me one more try
Because she will stop at nothing
And I could never get away from it all
Just thinking ‘bout it makes my head feel small
And I know I’ll fuck up before you do
Because you spend all day just waiting for me to
I’m all smoke and mirrors I admit
But I just wish we could get over it
I said I’d change and I didn’t lie
So mama give me one more try
Because she will stop at nothing
She will stop at nothing
I’m all smoke and mirrors I admit
But I just wish you’d get over it
I said I’d change and I didn’t lie
But I don’t want to anymore
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8. |
All The Same
05:43
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Do without joy, spring in the sunshine
Talk out loud for the first time in a long time
Rest without peace, it's in the way you're breathing
Take the first, no matter what you'll find
Ooo oui ooo
We are all the same
I got a friend who lives inside me
He broke down like you wouldn't believe
He found a way to come back home
But now he doesn't know what he's looking for
Ooo oui ooo
We are all the same
Do without joy, spring in the sunshine
Talk out loud for the first time in a long time
Rest without peace, it's in the way you're breathing
Take the first, no matter what you'll find
Ooo oui ooo
We are all the same
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9. |
Rockaway
03:50
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We got to rock our way
Out of Rockaway
Rocking our way
Outta rockaway
We got to rock our way
Out of Rockaway
Rocking our way
Outta rockaway
I love you
We gotta get real close
If we want the most
Burning up some toast
And driving up the coast
And if they tell us “no”
Or "try to go slow",
EFGHI
JKLMNO
I love you
Because bars aren't parties
And apartments aren't dorms
And you've got to wake up early
Or your boss is gonna kill you
And if we don't get this money
Then we’ll never get back home
But we'll never wake up early
For a piece of the pie, oh no
And if we take our time
When we got no shine
It could be a sign
It could just be a rhyme
But everybody's fine
Paying rent on time
Living ‘tween the lines
Just to stop on a dime
I love you
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Charlie Kaplan New York, New York
I'm an independent songwriter.
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