1. |
Rolling in the Basement
02:51
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Will I see you tonight?
Can you let me know love?
Knocking on the secret door
Feeling like shit does...
Push me and I’ll be with it
Tell me once what this is like
Guess we can just take it now
I’m looking for a good night.
I just want to say that, I just want to say that
We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement
I won’t tell my parents, you won’t tell my parents and
We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement
I just want to say that, I just want to say that
We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement
Turn down the tv, turn up the bass amp
We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement
Dwee doo dwee doo dwee doo
dwee doo dwee doo dwee doo
Nothing wrong with it
We can comatose
I’m a crack a beer
I’m a crack a beer
So it’s winter time
No you can’t drive
Let’s just go outside
I’m about to pour some gasoline on the snow now
I just want to say that I just want to say that
We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement
You bring the booze and I’ll bring the facemelt
We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement
I just want to say that I just want to say that
We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement
I won’t tell my parents, you won’t tell my parents and
We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement
I just want to say that, I just want to say that
We’re gonna have a party rolling in the basement
Turn down the tv, turn up the bass amp
We’re gonna be rolling, rolling in the basement
What! Come on!
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2. |
L.A. Drivers
01:03
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La’s full of psychopathic drivers
Some going to fast
Others going to slow
Not using blinkers
Not using thinking
Whether sober or
Whether drinking
They are texting
And they’re talking
Almost killing
Folks jaywalking
It’s a tough one
To drop your brother off
or your sister or your father or you mother off
At the airport
For a flight back
To your home town
Where there’s only white kids
It’s a drug den
That’s what ____ said
Then almost half those folks voted for him
and still it’s getting hotter
I wonder how long until LA’s under water
We’ll still be in traffic
Just in submarines
Listening to podcasts
And paying too little for gasoline
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3. |
He's Cass McCombs
01:54
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He has gone far
Father than I
Watch as he goes
He’s Cass McCombs
Walking quite fast
Past he goes
Sunglasses on
He’s Cass McCombs
He walks to the store
He gets bread for toast
Watch as he goes
Watch as he goes
He’s Cass McCombs
He can walk faster
Faster than I
He doesn’t complain
He doesn’t bite
Watch as he walks
Walks back to his home
He has gone far
He’s cass mccombs
He walks back from the store
He’s got bread for toast
He went as he goes
He went as he goes
He’s Cass McCombs
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4. |
Distant Lands
04:17
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Distant lands
They’re turning another out
I don’t mind
Either they will dream or drown
Feeling like
a dream upon waking
Past asleep
Till there’s somethings ‘round
What you said?
Feeling mighty down
Turn and burn
Something feels awry
Will you come
Back into the light
I don’t mind
Waiting all the time
Right or wrong
It’s all just the same thing
Like a needle
Twisted though the eye
I don’t mind
Creeping out of my house
False asleep
They’re fans of something wrong
Same old story
And I’m sticking to it
Why don’t you
Ask my influence?
Rest awhile
Upon the aching ground
I won’t mind
Unless you come around
Distant Lands
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5. |
Closed Eyes
03:45
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I saw an angel
Through my hangover
Was she bringing me love? Was she bringing me love?Was she bringing me love?
Well so what?
Was she bringing me love? Was she bringing me love?Was she bringing me love?
I don’t believe ya
I saw your painting
With no expiation
Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love?
Well so what?
Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love? Did you make it with love?
I don’t believe ya
I’ve been asleep for one third of my life
But when I’m awake I still got closed eyes
closed eyes, closed eyes
I felt your palm
Push me along
Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love?
Well so what?
Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love? Did you reach out with love?
I don’t believe ya
I woke from a dream
Couldn’t say what it means
Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love?
Well so what?
Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love? Was it showing me love?
I don’t believe ya
I’ve been asleep for asleep for one third of my life
But when I’m awake I still got closed eyes
closed eyes, closed eyes
closed eyes, closed eyes
closed eyes, closed eyes
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6. |
Feet of a God
03:29
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I never wondered why
I was sitting at the feet of a god
Seems like all the rest were wrong
When they turned their suspicions on
I always knew there was an reason to why
I felt like a sycophant’s son
Red hair blowing in the windy sand
they knew that we were one
Its sounds like a fun idea
that was lofted out to sea
Resting my arms against
Arrested curiosity
It’s wasn’t a turning point
to be felt everyone
I saw the love inside,
but was too far gone to care
Doesn’t mean that I wasn’t anymore
Distant tears don’t chase your time away
It’s still out there, something doubting, falling feeling down
I don’t know why, it’s so fine, it’s illegible
This song and the feelings I got
Were written at the feet of a god
I know there’s something for the losers
But they’re looking round for me to say what
There’s burning in this house
And you know that I’m a ravenous one
All the same I feel it god damn
like boxing my head been rung
Doesn’t mean that I wasn’t anymore
Distant tears don’t chase your time away
It’s still out there, something doubting, falling feeling down
I don’t know why, it’s so fine, it’s illegible
I never wondered why
I was sitting at the feet of a god
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7. |
Gravy in My Coffee
00:33
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Gravy in My Coffee
Gravy in My Coffee
Come on baby I want Gravy in My Coffee
Gravy in My Coffee
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8. |
My Old Bassist
02:49
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I met him in my neighbors yard
Conversation came quiet hard to
My old bassist My old bassist
I didn’t even know
We were drunk and left him at the show
My old bassist My old bassist
Yeah and so what he smoked crack
He always had my back
We were just young punks
inebriated drunks
We practiced three times a week
We played a show like once
My old bassist My old bassist
He was pretty good
Or at least I think he was
My old bassist My old bassist
His face was quiet demonic
Like from a santanic comic
My old bassist My old bassist
Yeah and so what he smoked crack
He always had my back
We were just young punks
inebriated drunks
We practiced three times a week
We played a show like once
My old bassist
My old bassist
My old bassist
My old bassist
My old bassist
My old bassist
Yeah I moved away
I wonder how he’s doing today
My old bassist My old bassist
I guess lost his number
Maybe I’ll always wonder about
My old bassist My old bassist
Yeah and so what he smoked crack
He always had my back
We were just young punks
inebriated drunks
We practiced three times a week
We played a show like once
My old bassist
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9. |
Behold a Pale Rider
04:26
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Crush me up in darkness
and throw me away
Truss me up in tinsel
And your amoral ways
21st century we’re gonna say
Behold a Pale Rider
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Turn me into locus
Out on the front lawn
Dictate me the price point
For getting you off
Written on your credit card in san serif font
Behold a Pale Rider
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh
Was my mistake a mistake? etc...
Behold a pale rider
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10. |
She's a Stone
03:14
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She’s a stone and
She’s my home and
She’s my life I’ve been forgetting
She’s a kiss and
She’s my lips and
She’s a lie down in comfy bedding
She’s that missing word and
She’s a migrating bird and
She’s the direction that they’re heading
She’s a smudge of pure white paint and
She’s a chipped and broken plate and
She’s the drunkard at the wedding
She’s the way my mother dressed and
She’s my father at his desk and
She’s a place I’ve never been before
She’s a closed or open door and
She’s the untried size at the shoe store
And she’s finding the right words for the metaphor
Well she’s my changing life and
She’s a simple butter knife and
She’s a song written in the early morning
She’s a way out and
She’s a pay out and
She’s a photo of you with the sun setting
The rich may move underground
And the rest of us may not be around
But I guess I’m so glad that I met you
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