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Red and Blue
03:38
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You were murder in the first degree.
The sharpest teeth of all the women in the sea.
I was swimming in the shallow end
with my fakest friends, so vague that no eye could receive.
You were gonna come tear me apart
just to find the vacant contents of my heart.
Now I can't swim for shore.
They escaped and watched our thrashing from the beach.
Don't think I might be too upset.
Time laughs at all the little things.
Red and blue from the things you do,
I'll forgive your embarrassed anger.
Vicious words and a swift typhoon
understate our situation.
We were swinging like a pendulum,
that push and shove, and I was offensive.
I was acting like a thoughtless thug,
taking all your love because I was convincing.
You were gonna come tear me apart
just to find the vacant contents of my heart.
Now you cant love no more.
Stepped inside the hole that I left
in your head I might be too upset,
but time laughs at all the little things.
Red and blue from the things you do,
I'll forgive your embarrassed anger.
Vicious words and a swift typhoon
understate our situation.
Don't think I might be too upset.
Time laughs at all the little things.
Red and blue from the things you do,
I'll forgive your embarrassed anger.
Vicious words and a swift typhoon
understate our situation.
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2. |
Drat
03:05
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I don't wanna know the truth.
I've heard it's impossible to get together on the details,
and I don't wanna get confused.
I'm hoping that we're on the same page,
blank for days
stuck inside my room
with nothing to do.
Are you surprised the static grows?
A channel buzzing with snow.
Feels like I've been left behind.
Don't know where I'm 'sposed to go,
but I'm sure I'll find out when I get there.
This happens to me all the time.
Everything I do feels so lame,
like I'm on cocaine
stuck inside my room
with nothing to do.
Are you surprised the static grows?
A channel buzzing with snow.
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3. |
Vagabond
03:04
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You were miles from my mind
on some bandaged street,
puddles glistening with oil,
your breath turning smoke into steam,
wrapped up in your petty despair,
a fleece jacket with the stains you wear so well.
Tongue dripping with the language of cool,
your feet soaked to the soles of your shoes.
Now you
are playing vagabond,
and you
are all washed up and ready to fall apart.
You will open your eyes on your darkest day.
Somewhere, a spot on your wall is transforming into blank space.
Go ahead and deny it now,
or run away if you think you can escape.
There’s been rumor that you’re losing touch,
going crazy cause you think too much.
Now you
are playing vagabond,
and you
are all washed up and ready to fall apart.
Moving to a thousand voices,
you will shrink to join the chorus.
Welcomed home with apprehension,
you will find what you’ve been missing
playing vagabond.
You,
all washed up and ready to fall apart.
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4. |
Trouble No More
02:04
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She calls to me like rusty scissors
that don’t shine that don’t shine.
Shake off the blood dripping from your fingers.
That’s not right. That’s not right.
And I know your body is shaking.
And I know you won’t cause trouble no more.
She sings to me like an effervescent traffic light
burning bright.
From green to red she’s a violent shuffle of the deck
with my head.
And I know your body is shaking.
And I know you won’t cause trouble no more.
Oh here she comes sneaking up the stairway.
She’s a mess in her party dress.
I wish I could just let her go,
but I do fear I love her dearly.
And I know your body is shaking.
And I know you won’t cause trouble no more.
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5. |
Stupid Girl
02:31
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I don’t care where you come from
stupid girl stupid girl.
You saw me tumbling, down, down, down
on my knees.
If we do this stupid thing,
she’s gonna cry for me.
She’s gonna hate my love
just like it’s s’pose to be.
She gave me something I can’t return.
Stupid girl when will you learn?
She would say my love’s a ghost,
out floating on the east coast
trying to start a civil war.
Come on baby. What we fighting for?
If we do this stupid thing,
she’s gonna cry for me.
She’s gonna hate my love
just like it’s s’pose to be.
She gave me something I can’t return.
Stupid girl when will you learn?
A broken heart is hard to hear.
How it provokes my ears.
Now everyone everywhere knows that.
If we do this stupid thing,
she’s gonna cry for me.
She’s gonna hate my love
just like it’s s’pose to be.
She gave me something I can’t return.
Stupid girl when will you learn?
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Heron and Crane Bowling Green, Kentucky
Members:
Collin Hancock- Guitar/Vocals
David Stites- Bass
Riley Finwood- Drums
Heron and Crane recommends:
Some post-punk goodness.
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