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Into the Yoni
04:03
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Fell down on my knees.
The way you're killing me
Is so sweet.
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2. |
Fuzzy Logic
04:20
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Remember how we used to roll,
Fuzzy logic of five-year-olds?
I was you, and maybe you were me.
No one told us who we had to be.
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Hand to mouth and day to day,
Picking trash like a pair of strays.
Mine was yours, and yours was mine.
Goofy grin through an orange rind.
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Remember how we used to dream
Of leaving town for a whole new scene?
Moving out and moving on
When we should have been holding on.
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
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3. |
Johnny's Secret Army
04:04
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Meet me naked on the line
Beyond the edge of town.
I swear I hear the devil
Creeping up from underground.
Grab your bull-horn. Keep the children
Under lock and key.
The Nazi horde is swarming, gotta
Shoot them from the trees.
‘Cause we are young, we are cool,
We are innocent and charming.
We got guns, we got steel,
We are Johnny’s secret army.
Meet me naked on the line
Beyond the edge of town.
The bastards want to take our world
And turn it upside down.
The devil’s in the backyard, and
The wolf is at the door.
But soon we’ll have ‘em on the run.
See, that’s what tanks are for.
‘Cause we are young, we are cool,
We are innocent and charming.
We got guns, we got steel,
We are Johnny’s secret army.
Meet me naked on the line
Beyond the edge of town.
I taught them how to shoot,
And now they dare to gun me down.
Rally up the troops, boys.
A chill is in the air.
Satan’s got the higher ground,
But we got cooler hair
‘Cause we are young, we are cool,
We are innocent and charming.
We got guns, we got steel,
We are Johnny’s secret army.
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4. |
In the Light
04:40
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You keep telling me you’re gonna win.
Where I stand, you got nothing to lose.
Spend your nights with a bottle of gin.
Drown yourself in a river of blues.
I’m gonna die, you’re gonna die.
Don’t think about it, don’t ask why,
But I will always hold you in the light.
No good to fight it, no good to cry.
Days slip away, and years drift by,
But I will always hold you in the light.
Stake your claim and stand your ground
Though it kills you day by day.
No one wants to steal your crown
‘Cause we all see how much it weighs.
I’m gonna die, you’re gonna die.
Don’t think about it, don’t ask why,
But I will always hold you in the light.
No good to fight it, no good to cry,
Days slip away, and years drift by,
But I will always hold you in the light.
I’ll keep scratching at your door
Though you wish I’d let you be,
Clinging to your great reward,
Bitter fruit from a poison tree.
I’m gonna die, you’re gonna die.
Don’t think about it, don’t ask why,
But I will always hold you in the light.
No good to fight it, no good to cry.
Days slip away, and years drift by,
But I will always hold you in the light.
I’m gonna die, you’re gonna die.
Don’t think about it, don’t ask why,
But I will always hold you in the light.
No good to fight it, no good to cry.
You’ll go your way, I’ll go mine,
But I will always hold you in the light.
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5. |
West Philly Bedroom
04:10
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Sky’s turning gray, and it’s still only August,
Fading away like a late summer breeze.
Night’s falling faster, and mourning’s upon us
With cracks in the plaster and holes in our jeans.
Sweet autumn rot, I can feel her breathing,
Here next to me, though she’s slipping away.
She’s all I’ve got, and she’s joked about leaving
As the smile disappears from her face every day.
West Philly bedroom been spinning all night,
Looking for headroom and maybe a fight.
Tossing and turning, I’m sick of this flight,
West Philly bedroom been spinning all night.
Down on the street, she is already planning,
A game of regret we’ve both been through before.
This time around, there’ll be no one left standing,
One kiss goodbye as she walks out the door.
West Philly bedroom been spinning all night,
Looking for headroom and maybe a fight.
Tossing and turning, I’m sick of this flight,
West Philly bedroom been spinning all night.
Sky’s growing darker as I walk the pavement,
Leafing through thoughts like a book of pressed flowers,
Tracing my steps to the home that she gave me,
West Philly bedroom we used to call ours.
West Philly bedroom been spinning all night,
Looking for headroom and maybe a fight.
Tossing and turning, I’m sick of this flight,
West Philly bedroom been spinning all night.
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Zapatero Havertown, Pennsylvania
“Sometimes verging on the experimental, else playing in the middle of the dance-floor… Zapatero is a musician who creates music simply for the joy of making music, to get away from the mundanities of life, which gives his songs their honesty and vitality, making them such a delight to hear.” – Tim Whale, Emerging Indie Bands ... more
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