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Run
03:56
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Bobby takes the 202 to east or west whichever’s best
or at least the way that’s easier to escape or break the pounding in his chest
he’ll bring supplies for weeks of clean dry socks and protein treats
and things to keep him on his feet, he’s quit but won’t admit defeat
for he will walk these endless steps until his soles burn nothing left
There’s size 10 shrapnel in the street
He’ll run the skin right off his feet
Eyes focused on descending lines
of yellow guides and perfect pines
ahead
And he’ll run
and he’ll run, run, run
Run away to get away from it
Blood pumping runs help him forget
And he’ll run
He’ll run run, run
run for miles and miles on the open road
with no particular place to go
The passers by they look at him
his focused eyes, there’s something in
They surely will not understand
the pathless flight of broken men
But in his mind he has direction
He’ll stop when he can breath this air
again
til then...
He’ll run
and he’ll run, run, run
Run away to get away from it
Blood pumping runs help him forget
and he’ll run
He’ll run run, run
run for miles and miles on the open road
with no particular place to go
Now take a break down by the lake to rest your weary bones
Find a piece of arable land that you can call your own
Plant some seeds and tend to them wait and watch them grow
harvest, eat, n’ play and sleep fight the winter then repeat
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2. |
Hoverboards
03:35
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You wanna be a marine biologist
I wanna discover new lands
But the Mariana Trench is far too deep
and GPS fucked my plans
I should have been born in the 40‘s
Telling revolutionary stories
passin’ hats in Greenwich bars
swapping songs and comparing scars
Maybe we can start a religion
They say the world’s a stage
but our congregation’s lacking
damn this information age
I could have been a famous jewel thief
I could have wrote a Beatles’ tune
I could have been a Chinese poet
singing, drinkin with the moon... tonight
And we will play the same 10 songs
These aren’t my words I’ll get them wrong
and we will sit, a drink let’s think bout how nobody’s making hover boards
I want be the chief of a village
Warrior and wiseman too
I wanna discover fire
Burn it down and start anew
I wanna paint the sistine chapel
Want to eat the forbidden apple
strum a chord from the first guitar
Take first flight and see how far... We fly
and all this talkin’
Buckle down a goal and lock in
No such thing as time machines and I can’t wait for Stephen Hawking
So grab a pen and just start writing
I’ve been going about it wrong
Write a tune, tour the world and play for crowds who can sing along... this song
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3. |
Trees, Fields
03:43
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Baby when the sun comes, I’ll be good and gone
Heading to the tundra, I’ll be chasing sun
Green and auburn quilts and yellow painted planes
They say this is my home, but things don’t look the same
Who are these faces that I see
It’s children’s children building families
Wandering round the streets of fallen soldiers’ fame
Knocking on the moon but she forgot my name
Stumble to your backyard, stone upon the pane
Dream of sweetheart days lost, shutters still remain
Who are these faces that I see
They’re sweethearts’ sweethearts building families
The trees don’t know that I’ve been a wanderin’
The fields don’t know I’m home
My father seems to have lost a bit of something
My mother eats alone
What is home
I’m growing restless, guess this town was just not built for me
So I’ll hit the road and point my toes toward the southern sea
I’ll drink your ways and stay for days in your home town
But now my feet are itching, hitching to another city
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4. |
Words
04:34
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These words for you are all I have
Chicken scratch written on a matchbook pad
I’m a helpless man when I look at you
So I’ll hide behind the words that I wrote for you
Cower behind my words of you
What is a man supposed to do
When he’s shell-shocked looking at a girl like you
Looking for peace in times of war
Got a belly full of bullets and I’ll ask for more
Belly so full but I’m looking for more
If this a’int right, I wanna be wrong tonight
Find some peace in a city with no light
But they’re just words
ramblings of the mad
I’m afraid these words are the best we’ll ever have
Just ...you, I and the sky
let’s swim laps till we’re tired
then float around
and listen to the sounds
and I don’t know
where do you wanna go?
I wasn’t born a leader of men either
look at them down there they’re so much
smaller from this angle all the way up here... all the way up here
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5. |
Sheets
04:40
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Can’t repeat this, rendered speechless, this particular shade
Egg white not quite right with scarlet red on a bed fresh made
Don’t wanna think about it
Hasty renovations done entomb this room sun after sun
Counting breaths, counting beats
Never been so cold between two sheets
Upon inspection, cold reflection needs a warm embrace
Those red eyes are no surprise it’s written on your face
Don’t wanna think about it
Lose control run amuck, unload on your love like a pickup truck
Eyes wide shut, this can’t phase me
Gun to my head saying love me baby
Close the curtain, calm you certain, preordained failed test
Blood pumping vessels, souls that wrestle, pound of your fair flesh
Don’t wanna think about it
Shot out and pulled back in
Hostage to the threat of a breach of skin
Caught up in your oxygen
Dug deep, deep feet and await your kin
Blood pumping vessels, and souls that do wrestle, a pound of your fair flesh
Closing the curtain, will calm your nerves certain, just breath, calm your mind down, exhale
Blood pumping vessels, and souls that do wrestle, a pound of your fair flesh
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6. |
East Hastings
03:32
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No luck with busking try Saturday Hustling
Cheap conversation, a con must be patient
Now I'm chasing, I'm racing the crackfiend con
While his partner in crime keeps his eyes on the prize
He said, "Oh Jesus, Oh mister, I need some new sneakers"
He said, "Can I have some dollars we're practically brothers each other"
I'm sick of you East Hastings, my mind is all made up
You've got my pockets in the belly of the beast, bullied milk money trouble no luck
No luck with busking try Saturday Hustling
Cheap conversation, a con must be patient
Now I'm chasing, I'm racing the crackfiend con
While his partner in crime keeps his eyes on the prize
He said, "Oh Jesus, Oh mister, I need some new sneakers"
He said, "Can I have some dollars we're practically brothers each other"
I'm sick of you East Hastings, my mind is all made up
You've got my pockets in the belly of the beast, bullied milk money trouble no luck
Always a place to go home to
Always a place to go home to
You will not be alone
You will not be alone
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7. |
Nowhere Bound
03:48
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My thumb’s out on this old highway
And I’ve quit the grind and now it’s time to do things my way
Rocco asked me “Where you goin’ son?”
Well, I’m nowhere bound but this colourful town has convinced me to stay
Candy a’int your real name
She’s been dancing since her single digits
Mom encouraged her cause she fidgets
Wants a Shirley Temple kind of fame
Now the people in the street want to move their tired feet to the psychedelic sounds of the night
Welterweight fatigue against a heavy-hitting beat, music always wins the Friday night fight
That’s when life was oh sweet to me
It’s been 9 whole hours on the open road
It’s been too long since concrete contacted my toes
Well I’m going to see my baby, she’s in Van-city
Waiting for her man to show her these open roads
And in the back of the van of the fruit-stand man
We searched for boysenberries, highway 99 was scary
We were poets without pens
That’s when life was oh sweet to me
That’s when life was oh sweet to me
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8. |
Take It Away
04:08
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Big Brother, playing Nintendo all day
Well he’s on the second level for a long time and little brother wants to play
Headlock, brother love, couple noogies push and shove, big brother gets his way
Until mother gets tough, she breaks it up you know she’s going to take it all away
She says “You two knock that out!”
She said, "I’ll take it away
I’ll take it away"
She takes it away
We’re out of powdered milk, it’s time to hit the grocery store
It’s my turn for shotgun so I reach for the passenger door
Big sister, you know she’s thinking, cooking up the same idea
Chasing around the car, trip and fall now mother’s backing out aggressively
“You two can walk there, I don’t care”
"I’ll take it away"
She takes it away
"I’ll take it away"
She takes it away
Don’t you start whining boy!
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9. |
Beast of Our Babylon
04:32
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Today a son’s born in an Ikea manger
And although he’s a stranger, you know him too well
Because he was born a killer, an apple eatin’ sinner
And to this overwhelming potluck he brings a platter of hell
At age six he’s wondering, “how the world be turning?”
Well soon you’ll be learning about the conflicts of power
And if you want to get your little finger painting fingers dirty
Just follow these examples and look out for number one
This is my own
This is our own
My own rebellion
I’ve got ideas that could shake this world
But time is the devil’s knuckle ball, so fuck em’ all it’s mine
At sixteen and pacing, his hormones are racing
And he be skirt chasing, clear-cuttin’ through conscience
“It’s nonsense” he says, “ history is dead
And so are the skeletons hidden under my bed”
35 and steady, ambitious and ready
Open hand to the common man his burden now heavy
Run down he became, moral fabric for fame
Mark Chapman was a killer but you remember his name
Rustic in age maybe good for the sage
But trouble for the futile son no words for his page
So if he can’t stay, he’ll call it a day
He’ll push that button to silence this parade
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10. |
Fire
05:12
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Darling darling baby, won’t you come and look outside
Zues is an expressionist, no sunshine in his sky
Oh tonight, he paints his canvas so relentless in reply
Oh my, Cue the hue and cry
Storm with no eye
Mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters race to ring that bell
No more dime sales, lemonade flames occupy this hell
Do tell, a tale of seven years of occupation
Hell on earth, Damian’s administration
Fat lady’s singing "You’ve all failed"
It’s time
Time for Armageddon, Mother Nature’s sick and tired
A prelude, she screams Genesis, now come on set the world on fire
Set the world on fire
They say a trumpet gasps its dying breath to those who’ve heard
But brass section lacks presence, just the choir screams tunes absurd
Flurried herd, hurries divine juries, searching for forgotten pages
Sunday servants, late bloom stages, photo finish, rat race rages on
On fire
On fire
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11. |
Ghosts
07:04
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Colour in the lines provided
Reward yourself for jobs well done
Then at night entombed by different shades of white
Someday we’ll be ghosts again
Take some time for self-reflection
Breathe the air they breath for you
Hold your breath, walk a few steps out and exhale
Some day we’ll be ghosts again
Seems like your tumblin’ from brick walls again
Now you lay broken and all the king’s horse men
Have locked themselves in a small glass room
To stop the temptation of fixing the wounds
Sometimes you need to bleed out uncomfortably
Bathe in your own filth and breath in uncertainty
Take a few days on the cobblestone to remember the days broken and alone
You’ve robbed your bliss and killed for diamonds
Bound your limbs and fed regrets
Drank your youth and pissed out all your aspirations
Then realised someday we’ll be ghosts again
Someday we’ll be ghosts again
One day we’ll slip into the calm black true
Come home with the cigarette stink on
Malt breath and a pierce in your eardrum
Guiding you back to the straight lines of a lie
Fine-tuned to the rhythm that was made for you
Dirty habits and cause will divide us too
We were born, we will die in the calm black true
One day we’ll slip into the calm black true
Someday we’ll be ghosts again
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12. |
Barmaid
03:26
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To the tall stool I hobble, as I motion for a double
Of a heavy-bottomed glass stocked with gin
Then I heard a lullaby in a tune that got me high
Asking if I’d like a dash of something in
Taken back for a minute, I replied "Please nothing in it
Just a few cubes so I can cool it down
And can I open up a tab, give some credit to this lad
I like the scenery so I will stick around"
And I fell in love with the barmaid
And she, she turned me down again
And I’ll listen to your sweet songs until the end of the day
And I’ll camp out here on the pinewood till she sends me away
Paint a picture of our livers made of soot and sun-dried leather
How much destruction can one more whisky do?
We’re just here taking shelter from bad news and stormy weather
More than enough supplies for me and you
Spend that paycheck on that single malt, our failures are our parents’ fault
Tell me of the conquests of your past
And if you have nothing left to share, lend your ear or lend a pair
Lend a smile, a laugh, a toast or raise your glass
Cause we fell in love with the barmaid
And she, she turned us down again
And we’ll listen to your sweet songs until the end of the day
And we’ll camp out here on the pinewood till she sends us away
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Mala Ruckus Prague, Czechia
Mala Ruckus is an indie alternative rock band formed in Dalian, China.
The band's sound
comes from an assorted range of influences, due in part to the varied backgrounds
of the individual members. Folk, rock and alternative music are blended with melodious group harmonies and honest lyrics.
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