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River
03:31
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I float down the river, with my lies and my charm.
As I recall it, you were there in my arms.
I float down the river, I look up to the stars.
I see a shimmering venus, and the red rim from the bright Mars.
I float down the river, I hear the sound of my own voice.
It tells me truths, it tells me lies, but I never know which way it’ll go.
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2. |
Level 9
03:06
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I met her in a hotel lobby.
She had one bag and checked into room 908.
At 6:05 she calls reception.
I am her room service and I’m runnin' 5 minutes late.
She orders a 261 cuban rum cocktail.
The recipe says 2 nips but I put in 2 and a half for good measure.
I make my way down the hall and prepare to elevate.
My heart races as I await my fate.
I’m going high to level 9. She’ll be mine on level 9.
I do a secret knock on the door, a combination of crotchets and minims.
I save this knock for only the most special women.
I’ve been in this room as I’ve changed these sheets before.
And I’ll be changing them again tonight, this I know for sure.
I touch her skin it’s softer than any grain of sand.
In any beach, in any town, in any land.
I make sandcastles from her skin, that I caress.
And they crumble, with every wave, and every breath.
I’m going high to level 9. She’ll be mine on level 9.
Better not be late to room 908. She’ll be mine on level 9.
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3. |
Why2k
03:36
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I am in the birdhouse. I am falling asleep.
I am dreaming of toasters and electric sheep.
No open windows. More time to myself.
To steal your wealth.
I am counting in ones and zeros, in zeros and ones.
500 billion dollars to get the job.
I am in the washroom. I am logging offline.
It’s 1999.
Tell them all that we’re goin' offline.
Tell them all we’ll be just fine.
The bugs are in your pants, dial up all your friends.
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4. |
Crunchy Salad
03:02
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My crunchy salad, its feeling’s shattered.
My silverbeat leaves, they’re so unhappy.
I can’t eat nothin’, with a clean conscience.
I’m goin’ crazy, a constant bad dream.
If only I could see my insides.
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5. |
Bad Sleep
06:14
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Holding the same old pen, it keeps me bearing down.
Kneading the same old dough, it keeps me bearing down.
Keeps me blowin’ around.
Keeps me blowin’ around and around and around.
No more waking up tired. No more blowin’ around.
Now that I’ve seen your face, it keeps me bearing down.
See it in the fire place, it keeps me bearing down.
Keeps me blowin’ around.
Keeps me blowin’ around and around and around.
No more waking up tired. No more blowin’ around.
Curl in a ball, roll down a hill. You can’t pass this up.
Curl in a ball, float through a field. You’re livin’ in a rut.
Curl in a ball, roll down a hill. You can’t pass this up.
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6. |
Solid Gold
02:57
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I don't even have to try.
I'm solid gold.
I ain't ever gonna die. I'm solid gold.
I don't ever even lie. I'm solid gold.
And whatever gets you high. I'm solid gold.
I know you well. I know your spell. I know you well.
You don't even have to try. You're solid gold.
And whatever makes you smile. You're solid gold.
I don't even have to lie. You're solid gold.
And whatever gets you high. You're solid gold.
I know you well. I know your spell. I know you well.
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7. |
Stink Eye
03:42
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She fucked me over. She sucked me dry.
And when I saw her, well I just passed on by.
Saw her new boyfriend. Gave him the stink eye.
The little dickhead, gave me this cheeky smile.
I swear I'm doin' fine all by myself.
She fucked me over. She sucked me dry.
And when she texted, well I just didn't reply.
Saw her new boyfriend, on the 89.
The little dickhead, gave me this dickhead smile.
I swear I'm doin' fine all by myself.
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8. |
All Cashed Up
01:32
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I’ll buy you a ring, buy you what you like.
I’ll buy you a car, pay for your speeding fines.
I’ll buy all your drinks, rub in your Aesop foot cream.
Cos I’m all cashed up, I’m all cashed up.
I’ll buy you a jet, and take you to Madison Avenue.
We’ll go to Milan, I’ll buy you the most expensive perfume.
We’ll head to Vegas and gamble it all on black.
Cos I’m all cashed up, I’m all cashed up.
Cos I’m all cashed down.
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9. |
Spike My Mind
03:11
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Well how was I to know?
You’d morph time, bend my soul, you’d spike my mind.
Well how was I to see?
You’d open all the doors, that were all locked before.
It seemed to be so wrong, but so, so right.
You held me close, gave me a fright.
But now you’re creeping.
Into my thoughts like a lizard.
It keeps me weighed down.
You’re in everything that I’m thinking.
You've changed my clocks now.
To live in this newfound dimension.
It keeps me upside down.
To see old things new.
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10. |
Trippin'
05:57
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Remember when I was skipping around the Mulberry tree?
I was runnin’, and I was trippin’, on my own two feet.
And you laughed at me there on the ground.
My front teeth came out of my mouth.
And you laughed at me there on the ground.
Look at us now, look at us now.
I got the last laugh.
Now you’re trippin’ on.
Now you’re trippin’ on my love.
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Perfect Whip Melbourne, Australia
// A rock band from Melbourne, Kulin Nation.
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