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Better practice
05:11
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Back to basics after your Lasik(r) surgery
Clear as Crystal Pepsi(tm), smoking like a pistol, like a gun
We're going under or getting any younger from this fun
Forgot your hat trick, Coca-Cola Classic(c), perjury
As we pass through I'll show you
This lock turns a thousand keys
So don't speak to me of degrees
There's more than enough in this heat
Too many policemen walking the beat
My heart's in walking the line
I feel no heat in playing for time
I want to draw you a picture
But you need to see past the frame
Read signatures under the name
It's time, so rewrite your story
Leave character names intact
Lose all the matter-of-fact
My heart's in crossing the line
I feel no heat in playing for time
Every cow asleep become: bulldozer
Come closer, composer
Bending notes and turning phrases
She softly sighs but she could still lose it
I gently cup the face of my music
Help her wash the makeup clean
Shifting meters, twisting words
Baby let me taste your surreal
Before the colors tamp my nerve
Changing keys and dropping lines
Baby let me chase your surreal
Until the colors still my mind
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Lower your action
01:18
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Lower your action, you could find a better place for the slide
Treating your ladies-of-evening as ladies tonight
In a flash
You're a dance
As a dance
You're a catch
For my hands
To my hands
The wet sound is tires that roll down a dry road
And shock of cold to my eyesight
When the deer have returned with their own headlights
You speak in patterns, I speak in weather patterns
But actions speak louder than pictures speak more than words
And you've been overheard
So lower your action, we could find a better place for the slide
In a flash
You're a dance
Your dance
Loves the handsome glance of my hands
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Wrongs (p)reprise
02:23
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Clamber down! It's your place no more to live in the stars
(Not that it ever was)
Feed the actor his line, we cut his scene
The better part of an engine
Pre-chorus makes a song that your...
That your dictionary wronged
Your dictionary's wrong
Your tried-on smile doesn't look like you're smiling
Your dictionary's wrong
Mastered mechanics in no time
Flick of the wrist, it slips your mind
Lose your perspective, you've gone blind
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Jimmy'stown
01:09
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We don't need no stinkin' lyrics in our instrumentals.
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Strwpr
02:20
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Guess I missed my shot at orchestration
When you freed the woodwinds
This party crawls with weirdos but you paint such moving pictures of the dark
I'll find a makeout closet and you can sign these papers before we start
Tune up your violin
(Not so much to make things sad but when we start your solo backwards toward the end, we'll need arrangement that envelops and supports each turn of your running theme)
Wrap the edit! We've made my choices
Concerto for solo voice
Like music made to descend
Like business you're losing on friends
The lines never grow but I'm rolling your filmstrip again
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Sym2
03:45
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I shouldn't wake her but how I want
To slide a lever, watch her dreams turn on
Where sparks are thrown she is the lightning wand
What's oh-so-clear to you:
Transparencies that she can see right through
See numbers here are not the numbers you knew
And everybody's at a loss for names
We know the streets but designations change
It wouldn't seem odd if you weren't strange
Here comes the best part:
Like snapping photos of an amateur sky
Just like the auteur with no vision in mind
Your aberration || Jumbled, our words combine
A heart on sleeve- || Reclaims a constant find
less sleeves ||
Mostly lost
This game de- || The cook resentful so
means games || she'll aim
To season all these feelings with a little shame
'Till mind stops || Don't lose this street it just
wandering || changed names
So we're not lost
No we're not lost
They could have baked Alaska in her eyes
There's a fire breathing out every hint she's weaving in her eyes
There's a pain I don't want to take and
There's a message I had to write down but it's terrible
There's something else here no one knows
And I don't want to wear my mind on my sleeve, it's terrible
They could have baked Alaska in her eyes
There's a fire breathing out every hint she's leaving in her eyes
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Wrongs
03:25
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Spin around against an alternating circuit of stars
And picture-perfect bars
Exploding onto a scene and washing clean
The better part of an engine
It's from another song that your
That your dictionary wronged
You try a smile just to look like you're smiling
Your dictionary's wrong
Throw your hands in the air, wave like you're apathetic
Your dictionary's wrong
The better part of an engine
Exploding onto a scene
Slither down, become an undulating serpent of stars
Uncoiling in our cars
Like hips you sway to a song that your
That your dictionary wronged
Your dictionary's wrong
You try a smile just to look like you're trying
Mastered mechanics in no time
Breath on the Braille that reads your spine
Lose your perspective, we've got mine
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Symii
00:54
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Your aberration || Jumbled, our words combine
A heart on sleeve- || Reclaims a constant find
less sleeves ||
Mostly lost
This game de- || The cook resentful so
means games || she'll aim
To season all these feelings with a little shame
'Till mind stops || Don't lose this street it just
wandering || changed names
So we're not lost
No we're not lost
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Jimmytown
03:12
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Let's get over to Jimmytown!
Nacka-nacka-nacka it's Jimmytown!
Everybody's running to...wait, no, this is an instrumental.
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Strpwr
02:05
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Looks like I missed my shot at orchestration
When you freed the woodwinds
This party crawls with weirdos but you paint such moving pictures of the dark
I'll find a makeout closet and you can sign these papers before we start
Tune up your violin
(Not so much to make things sad but when we start your story backwards toward the end, we'll need arrangement that envelops and supports each turn of your running theme)
Wrap the edit! We've made my choices
Concerto for solo voices...
...made to descend
Like business you're losing on friends
The lines never grow but I'm rolling your filmstrip again
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11. |
L(y)a
01:39
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Lower your action, you could find a better place for the slide
Treating your ladies-of-evening as ladies tonight
In a flash
You're a dance
As a dance
You're a catch
For my hands
The wet sound is tires that roll down a dry road
And shock of cold to my eyesight
When the deer have returned with their own headlights
I speak in patterns, you speak in weather patterns
But actions speak louder than pictures speak more than words
And you've been overheard
So lower your action, you could find a better place for the slide
In a flash
You're a dance
Your dance
Loves the handsome glance of my hands
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00:55
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If you write out vocoder lyrics, well, you know...
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This photo's never gonna happen...
While we can't agree on every point,
Everyone's agreed:
The sound is great and such well-dressed people
Needn't be wet to proceed
Firth of filth from your nasty jokes
Bob's changed his mind about his notes
This photo's never gonna happen
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Le Weekend Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Le Weekend is a progressive-minded, skewed-pop-leaning, hyphen-employing rock band from Chapel Hill NC, est. 2006. It faithfully and exuberantly generates the sound of itself playing Le Weekend music. It knows a little about a lot of things, and something about the value in hiding and showing. The rest it kind of fakes, but you could totally have fun with it. ... more
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