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Barry's Record Shop
02:18
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[Chorus]
Barry's Record Shop, Take a little rum and pour it onto the rocks (x2)
[Verse 1]
And you know that she ain't perfect
And you know that she's a trick
And you know that she won't pay no rent no
But you know that she's a ten!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
And you know that she's not worth it
And you know that she's a drag
And you know that she's not DTF no
But have you seen her tan?!
[Chorus Breakdown]
Take a little rum and pour it onto the rocks...
You take a little rum and pour it onto the rocks!!!
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2. |
The Sifter
04:40
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[Verse 1]
Retro-regret, purify my bones, because I'm the sifter
Skeletons present a silky tone, misshapen, mistaken
And I'm not going blind but I can't see you just feel you
Hand over hand I just can't reel through the deep blue...
[Bridge]
If the mind is trouble then slipping, just relax and let it flow
returnin' ebb and flow
If my heart begins double dipping, I will have to let one go,
I'll be holding all the tickets to my show
let some water in, I'll be drinkin' it and then chasing with my sins
[Chorus]
All the sifting makes my blood go
You're diggin for dirt, babe
All the sifting makes my blood go
Where's my shirt, babe?
[Verse 2]
Barricade up against the door, my knockin' persistent
A riddle portrays the ceiling as the floor, my vision resistant,
And I'm wrapped up in twine but I can strangely function
I'm dying in abstract faith, you're frightened, just say when
[Chorus]
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3. |
Make Some Sense
03:30
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All this time and I've just gone blind,
I dont know what you will come home to
All this time and I just can't lie
I miss you ill be glad to be home with you
Is it better with age?
Are you stuck in a cage?
Is it all in your head?
Gotta make some sense.. it doesnt make much sense.. no no...
I thought I could tell she wanted to laugh
so I sang her a'something it sounded like ooooh...
sounded like oooh
All this time and I'm still done blind...
I dont know what you will come home to
All this time and I just can't lie,
I missed you, I'll be glad to be home with you
Is it better with age?
Are you stuck in a cage?
Is it all in your head?
Gotta make some sense.. it doesnt make much sense..
I thought I could tell she wanted to laugh
so I sang her a'something it sounded like ooooh...
sounded like oooh
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4. |
Tadpole
03:27
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5. |
Impermanent Fugitive
04:14
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[Intro]
I don't mind, what I don't know
I wont go where I ain't supposed to be in this town
[Verse 1]
I would rally to slay the sun, cataracts are all spun and crack symphonies muttering truths to boost the mal-funk
We the realest of all raws, the sight of Ray Charles, the vice of lock-jaw, run amock by overconfidence
[Bridge 1]
Sorry old boy with a sorry old sound and he lives downtown by the merry-go-round
Gives his bread up to the gulls, and he loses hope in search of those,
loves the whales and he loves his sails, but he lost his life on the tragic trail
Bus pass ass ain't goin' to class, ain't goin to this, ain't goin to that
[Verse 2]
Yeah the acid trippin' sovereign the jockin' in the villas that be rockin and we costin' men that pretend that fiction offering
the butterfly flutter subtle, the shutter is running cut throat, the color is subtle tricklin' all on the newest sick trends,
fixin without the mixin the brittle shackles had to jock the little shadows, split the rift while the richter rips our castles, gimme the loot like a jackal, carve with it like heiroglyphics, insisted by literature, man eat your biscuits!
[Bridge 2]
Milky way been gone a day, been a really tough time to fade away
planets hot, yeah, it's Everclear near,
and he owes his years to the shoreline pier,
sundown round to the aerial sea,
been a pack of pickin' pockets with two left feet,
runaway high and come home low,
but home is nowhere he can go...
[Chorus1]
Ain't no places them ruby slippers don't know,
stylish lipstick just to come back and steal the show,
I put sapphires in my eyes just to try and let her know,
before long she was going to someone else's show
[Chorus 2]
She's a gypsy and a fighter, she took my heart of gold
When I moved out all my pictures and prints were already sold
a'many roads, either direction shows a greener place to live
changing your name for them, you impermanent fugitive...
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6. |
Sell Your Own Albums
03:16
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Once you sell your own albums everything will turn out alright
Once you sell your own albums everything will be just fine
Time, it takes itself and goes out in a hurry
Losing track, while the smallest things go blurry
Next thing you know your dreams are clouded
But the plans for that night are way more clear
Once you sell your own albums everything will turn out alright
Once you sell your own albums everything will be just fine
Now the night's wrapping up in a hurry,
You leave with all your things besides your memory
All these drinks have made me lose my focus
All I want is a place to lean my head on
Once you sell your own albums, baby, everything will be just fine, yes it will
Once you sell your own albums, baby, everything will be alright.
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7. |
Special Love
03:12
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[Verse]
You, you went around my back, didn't you feel special...
You, you rained on my whole life, didn't make it better, better love... (x2)
[Chorus]
You make, you make a kind of special love (x4)
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8. |
In The Summertime
03:59
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