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Baja Sur
03:10
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Out of the Van
Into the sand
Feel the water
In my hand
Sun is so warm
Stress is gone
What I've needed all along
Stare straight through that sky
The furthest south you could drive
Worn out serpentines
Drifting off the map
Ten camp work-from-homes
Road trip friends
We've all made it here
From different walks
We're just vagabonds
That's our bond
We'll tear the roof off your car
Sleep under the stars
Friends sit fireside
The furthest south you could drive
Saguaro piercing the sky
Moon lonesome and high
Apart from our northern lives
The furthest south you can drive
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Everyone Knows
03:20
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How many times have I told you you're not to go down to the water line
It's gonna pull you in
Everyone knows and so nobody goes
Down to the waterline out in the cove
How many times have I told you the tide will come up to your britches and drag you out into the blue
Into the blue just as I told you would happen to you
How many times have I told you that
You shouldn't do what I did years back
It's only gonna make you end up just like me
And how happy I would be if you'd end up just like
How many times have I told you you're pissin' away your future hangin' out under the sun
Everyone knows it so nobody does it
Except for the losers and they seem to love it
How many times have I told you the grindstone lies in the hills about fifteen miles from the shore
Far from the shore
Far from the calm of the ocean's roar
How many times have I told you not
To waste your time at the old rock spot
You're only gonna end up floating just like me
And how happy I would be
If you'd end up just like
How many times? How many times?
How many times have I told you that
If you waste your time at the sea
That you'll end up just like me
Now the asphalt burns we're runnin' down
The north wind gusting at thirteen miles
Blistering lips and an endless smile
And the ice plant brushes at your soul
The salty air is a feeling of home
Nostalgia mixed with leagues of unknown
How many times have I told you not
To waste your time at the old rock spot
You're only gonna end up floating just like me
And how happy I would be
If you'd end up just like how many times? How many times?
How many times have I told you that
If you waste your time at the sea
That you'll end up just like me
That you'll end up just like me at the sea
That you'll end up just like me
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3. |
Royal Crown
03:07
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Sippin' Royal Crown in a hospital gown
I've got the liver of a ninety year-old drunk
A place to start, and a place to die
Stare from my cavern out into the sky
They wanna talk to me about quality of life
About now euthanasia sounds all right
Bury me under my own front lawn
I wanna stay right here when I'm gone
Scared to life
Scared of my dreams
Compared to my thoughts the pain is relief
Skating along the cold divide
I'm far too awake to die
Por la orilla me espera el gran tiburon
Los lobos me han contado sobre ese ladron
Se esconde en la noche fria y nublada
Nos roba la vida y nos come el alma
En el mundo del mas alla me despierto
Y me doy cuenta de que ya estoy muerto
I can't gain a pound
I just lose my lunch
So full and hungry all at once
I keep asking them what are my chances
But nobody's tellin', nobody's tellin' me
Scared to life
Scared of my dreams
Compared to my thoughts the pain is relief
Skating along the cold divide
I'm far too awake and
I don't want to see you
I can read it on your face
My life has been misplaced
I thought that I told you not to run
It's not over 'til I'm done
I thought that I told you not to run
It's not over 'til I'm…
Racin' through my head in a hospital bed
I've got the mind to step out for an early end
They wanna talk to me about treatment plans
While my life dangles from strangers' hands
Scared to life
Scared of my dreams
Compared to my thoughts the pain is relief
Skating along the cold divide
I'm far too awake to die
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Parking Lot Window Seat
02:37
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This ain’t no dumb-luck songwriting
This ain’t the cream of sumyungai
We've put in the hours, counted the weeks and stared at the climb
And we won't come home 'til the mountains call us high
The waitress smiled when she came to the table
With our lives in her worn out hands
"These are the fuel for the good fire
You better eat 'em up"
We've run into walls, into the squalls and counted the time
And we'll ride home on the ocean's rising tide
I lost myself when I lost my voice
And I was hanging over the edge for more than a fortnight
But I came back north
And the love that I had before was waiting for me
In a parking lot window seat
I'll never leave
Don't follow blind
You're gonna curse yourself when you find
You know less than the truth
I lost myself when I lost my voice
And I was hanging over the edge for more than a fortnight
But I came back north
And the love that I had before was waiting for me
In a parking lot window seat
I'll never leave
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Firecracker
02:29
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Everyone knows you're an easy target
A seven mile ring to pin the tail on
Everyone knows you're an easy target
You're the hardest one to get to
Everyone knows you've got the toughest skin
They wait in line to get a stab in
Everyone knows you're an easy target
Rolls right off the slide that is your backbone
There's a lot that all of us could learn
From the one who doused in flames will never burn
You're a firecracker
Never to burn out
Everyone knows you're an easy target
A skinny frame the bull's eye is Mojave
Everyone knows you're an easy target
Shoot an arrow at the raging sea
They'll be sure to hit you in the bow
But you won't let 'em sink you
Everyone knows you're an easy target
You're the most resilient of the bunch
There's a lot that all of us could learn
From the one who doused in flames will never burn
You're a firecracker
Never to burn out
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6. |
Help Me
02:05
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Help me if you can
You know you can if you want to
I'm on the brink of being on the brink of expiration
I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I wanna come home
I'm on the side of freeways and I'm taking contributions
Help me if you can
You know you can if you want to
Come on now
I'm waiting for it
I'm hoping for it
I said I'm waiting 'til the sun goes down
I'm waiting for it
I'm hoping for it
I said I'm waiting 'til the...
Raised in a rich town
Lives by the train tracks
One's got the resource
One's got the access
The ice cream truck is selling junk
Ring out your bells, ring out your bells
Bloody speed bumps on angry runts
Ring out your bells, ring out your bells
I'm waiting for it
I'm hoping for it
I said I'm waiting 'til the sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun
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7. |
Friendly Ghost
02:46
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Laying down
Sleepin' it off
When I heard somebody call my name
Looked around
There wasn't a soul in the house
On second thought maybe
On second thought maybe
It's my time
I'm too young to lose my mind
I'm too old to believe in friendly ghosts
I can't move
And I can't seem to
Figure out what they want from me, no
I saw someone standing on my lawn
I turned around and they were gone
Keep hearing those voices
Keep hearing those voices
It's my time
I'm too young to lose my mind
I'm too old to believe in friendly ghosts
Keep hearin' keep hearin' those voices
Keep hearin' keep hearin' those voices
Somebody just called my name
It's my time
I'm too young to lose my mind
I'm too old to believe in friendly ghosts
Standing there
Like they know me from somewhere
I don't know what they want
I just want them gone
So I can move on
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8. |
Naming Rights
03:01
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Slept through all your greatest years
Not quite liberal enough for all your peers
Now that you've woken up
You'll inform us of the facts
You hibernated with your
Eardrum beating through the whiskey breath
You've arrived from burning waste
Makeshift scholar we're your lowly subjects
Our simple minds our yours to shape
The gray of May your edges dull
Shiver in the predawn chill your covers pulled
You feel the burning cold
It keeps you in the house enough to know you know enough to
Contradict us with your anecdotes
You've arrived from burning waste
Makeshift scholar we're your lowly subjects
Our simple minds are yours to shape
But to prove each other wrong will take the cake
Yeah we've come so far
But to prove each other wrong will take the cake
Yeah our ears are so full
But we'll always save some real estate
Always save some real estate for you
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9. |
Los Angelinos
02:43
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I don't really want to stay here
But there's nowhere else that I'd rather be
Nowhere I'd rather be
And I don't really want to leave
Between a rock and a hard place
Is a hard place to be
Be what it may be
That's what they say, what do they mean?
Some people live to hear themselves speak
All in all we'll say we're Angelinos
We're pulled in each and every which way
The south has far too many tourists
And the north has far too much cold
Somewhere in between
That's where we've found our common ground
Or at least that's where I'd think it may be
Be what it may be
The home's not always where the heart is
It's something that you gotta…got to bring along
All in all I'd say we're Angelinos
We're pulled in each and every which way
Every which way
I don't really want to stay here
But there's nowhere else that I'd rather be
Nowhere I'd rather be
And I don't really want to leave
Between a rock and a hard place
Is a hard place to be
Be what it may be
That's what they say, what do they mean?
Some people live to hear themselves speak
All in all we'll say we're Angelinos
But we're pulled in each and every which way
Every which way
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10. |
Strike Nine
03:35
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Helicopters cutting the moonbeams over my head
And a seven-forty-seven jet
Is an uninvited cameo
The choppers chopping the sound waves out of my skull
That was the last time that you'll pull the wool
Summer morning seas are at a lull
Shut that song off
It's got too much nostalgia
I've gotta get that goddamn ringing out my head
Go back to bed
Nine little white lies slip through those pearly white new crowns
And the story's never slowing down
With your pocket book of bail-me-outs
Playing favorites with the perverse desire to screw
The ones who tolerated you
Shut that song off
It's got too much nostalgia
I've gotta get that goddamn ringing out my head
Go back to bed
Go back to bed
The illusion of the new tropic city was born
In a land too far from Capricorn
Like the hotel tycoon you lie too
You're a put-on feeling of warmth with a chilly core
Jogging 'round the bay on a winter's eve
You're to pick and choose with whom you play
Shut that song off
It's got too much nostalgia
I've gotta get that Goddamn ringing out my head
I've gotta get that Goddamn ringing out my head
Go back to bed
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Alive At 27 Los Angeles, California
Dane's wavering voice will please and disturb you, Dreux's militaristic battery will trick and treat you, Pat's ghostly
leads will lead and mislead you, and Matt's strutting bass-lines will cruise and lose you.
R.I.P. to our FEARLESS leader and brother, Dane Rippee.
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