1. |
Interstellar Dumps
04:05
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Such a shame, blew it again on some feeling
Ah, dang all been a game each time…
I watch em whirl round and round my head now
And I know it goes round again
But it’s just gas
Like a chore, I leave and take up when the sun is down
Yet my eyelids catch a burn like I lay them out
Worth hurt gettin the place to feel better
I only poop from on high
Nightmachines, fly me
To the Comode in heaven
Fire all your laser and phaser beams
To that chair, before you go back in there
Blame me, didn’t go before we left
I’ll wait, catch a transmission
It’s just right for time to go missing
Taking interstellar Dumps
Nightmachines, fly by me
To the Comode in in heaven
I can read a half a damn book
And not a minute passes
Nightmachines, fly by me
In a good rotation
I’ve seen every, every light in the sky
But that comode.
It’s E.T.I
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2. |
Too Much
02:50
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Every little thing you say, you say it two ways
Wanted all your days to haze from the high in your head
Love it a little, too much
Love it just a little, too much
Any fool can just get by, take a short road
Every fire of my desires, I saw as a stretch
You know the sea is gonna move my way
Sand in the east will displace
I’ll stand on my shore, come if you want
The heat gets hotter each hour
Love it a little, too much
Love is just a lil funny ah honey, been rough now
Pardon me, you’re using me
Thought I was taking my time
Cut up and serve me
Gulp me down with Spanish wine
Love is just a little too much
It’s alright!
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3. |
Outer Space
03:20
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In my role, a stale soul
I would chase for your time
Never had I wanted to
Getting high
You’re surprised
I don’t really want it without you
If I can’t live inside this brain
Shoot me, to Outer Space
Never was the one
To make up
Fantasy lovesick blues
But, I’m finding that with you
Stare at the wall
So long, till I think I’m gonna have to run through it
I want the real thing
But what’s the real thing
If I can’t live inside this brain
Shoot me, to Outer Space
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4. |
Blue Movie
04:00
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Blue moon summer, hot after you’re raw
Call after 2...I answer each time
Voice so hazy silky as a bloom
Make me forget, I don’t even know who you are
You call me up
Playing mystery games
Not enough
Call don’t have number
Had some nerve
What’s your mystery game
Light me up
Show me where we’re going
Calls went dormant, I decided on it then
Shit was weird, and it shouldn’t keep on
Blue moon came up 2:30 in the AM
One way call to the county I drove
I’m getting’ drunk
Stop by three Kangaroos
Thinking now, it’s an ambush
Pocket blade, that’s my only defense
I pull up, I don’t even see you
Then you came out of night
Brightest eyes of brown
Have we any right being together here now
That’s when the movements start
Whole worlds afflicted,
Sitting where we are
I didn’t feel sick
Tick-toe looking turning back to look
If it keeps going on somebody gets hurt
We had made it, wouldn’t sell this act out
Our blue movie was sealed, forever it stays
Obviously, this thing has got a shelf life
It’s okay
You always say, leave the moment alone
I drove away
Like that I’ll never see you
But all alone at night
When the phone goes ring
Sometimes I wish it might be
Your voice calling
Maybe I’ll take that drive
To the county line
And let the moon meet stars
One more blue movie
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5. |
Midnight Tasty
05:17
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You looked in the mirror and said your face was gone
Drove off, with a cigarette. Destroyed your phone
Wouldn’t claim it’s quite all you say
But I know how you are
I know good and well as you, we’re doing the same things
One more for the road a midnight tasty
It’s fire, it’s life, we live in the show
You got stuck in ways, we don’t separate
We’re in two different places
The things we say before the dawn
Never mean the same things when the morning comes
It’s heroin, there’s no escape
Then again, it’s what we made from the very start
So, pour some sugar on me
My midnight tasty
Let’s fry the wires
Live in the show
And how’s it gonna jive
If you ain’t with it
It’s time, it’s right
It’s all that we know
Little things ain’t the same without you friend
Hard to say it, I miss you
Losing time, doesn’t come as cheap anymore
Come on back
All it’s ever for
Yeah, you know
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6. |
Nightcrawlin’
03:31
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I’m barely spittin’ gutterball
I can shoot off my mouth you know
Just waiting for that holy touch
Something to tickle my brain
Dyin’ to be let in
Lie to be wanted
It ain’t get no better
Darlin’ lets just put on a show
Let’s go nightcrawlin’
Go grab the ball
If you’re not fancy
We got sweets coming through
You got me playin’ fool
To ignore your inner heat
Darling you alone now
Can brighten all my days
Is it all for show?
It’s just the blow!
Let the night pollen
Move up your nose
It’s a tad nasty
Feels goo on the throat
Let’s go nightcrawlin’
Grab the ball and go
If you’re not fancy
We got sweets coming through
Let’s make a little mood
Put the time on hold
We can bring it low
Just make a little mood
Tonight
Put the time on hold
And the night rider
Is all I wanted now
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7. |
Hearts To Win
03:29
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Tell your lie, but don’t be too clear
Were you where when you said what you did
Tell your you lie, but you notice
That the time flickers onward
Again,
Again.
So why,
Why so many Hearts to Win
Why,
Why you got so many Hearts to Win
You say the thing,
But it’s just something now
Don’t want to think about
You dream at night
And you wake up wet
Fearing that the danger might
Begin,
For me, yeah
So why,
Why you got so many Hearts to Win
Now why
Why you got so many Hearts to win
I ain’t giving free rides
I’m not leaving your side
Ain’t the one to depend
On salacious public splatter walls
Where somethings wrong it’s wrong for all
And making judgements with no amends
So why
Why so many Hearts to win
Now why
Why you got so many Hearts to win now
Make it hard, I can’t get through
Knowing I was such a decent friend to you
It goes on, on and over
Why you got
So many hearts to win
So many hearts my friend
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8. |
Run Start Over
03:27
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Thick Modine Raleigh, North Carolina
Thick Modine broadens on a form of rock and roll that melds the swampy funk and growl of southern rock with the raw truth
that is the essence of the blues, often with a hint of the ragged, seat-of-the-pants spontaneity that defined early punk.
Vocals, Guitar / Martin Pitts
Drums / Alex Norris
Bass / Maverick Raber
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