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The Devil's Waiting
04:54
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In the square of the city //There's a man who looks so witty //He can help you out //You'll know his name //It's the same //As the one you read in a paperback //He's got gold in his teeth //Talks as quiet as a thief //And he just might help you out if you're to blame //
In the slums of the town //There's a girl named Hazel Brown //She can help you out //You'll know her face //It's the one we all embrace //On the silver screen //She's got long violet hair //Her skin is white and bare //And she just might help you out if you're ashamed //
Because to be all alone //Oh what a feeling it gives you //When you walk the streets outside your home //And the Devil's waiting in the afterlife to take you //So you never sleep you're tossing so //
In the park, full of birds //Stands a tree that has heard //About everything //You'll know the one //You climbed up when you were young //And you saw the world //It's the tree with the hearts //Signed by lovers in the dark //And it just might help you out if you're insane//
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Four Poster Bed
03:14
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I saw you standing there //You were in your underwear //And though I looked away //Your thighs were burned in my brain //I did not know what to say //But I thought I should be on my way //
My face was still red //When you turned your head //And I tried to walk from your room //But my eyes were closed //And I broke my nose //On a pillar of your four-poster bed //
//I saw you standing there //Brushing out your long brown hair //I did not mean to intrude //On your partially nude exposé //Oh how your white satin slip made me feel guilty wanting to stay //
What can I do? //I've acted so foolishly //All I recall //Is waking up with you standing over me //
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Single
03:31
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Maybe I'm too young to know what love is //Maybe I'm too young at heart //All I sing is how I've found what love is //All I see is something they won't //
Maybe I don't know how it feels //Maybe she's the one who'll make me drink all my tears //All my friends tell me I should play for that sex appeal //
But every time I go out to party at night //And I start to think that I maybe just might //She shows me her dress but it really seems much too tight //It don't look right //
I don't wanna be single no more //I just need a girl who gets down on the floor //Someone who can dance all night but still lock the door //
Maybe I'm just acting a fool //All my friends say that I'm breaking boy rules //But she takes me by the hand and she whispers baby do what you do //I think it's cool //
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Rain Thoughts
05:18
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//I don't always think of my thoughts out loud //Sometimes I just let them collect into clouds //And rain thoughts drop on my shoulders //And thunder boxes my ears //
But hold tight darling //It's never as bad as it seems //It's alright baby //I still want you right next to me //
I don't always think twice before I talk //And sometimes I step much too hard when I walk //And floorboards warp under my feet //And the wake could make you shake if you're trying to get close to me //
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Five vs. Five
03:33
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They say I've got a screw loose in my brain //My driver's insane //My better half cut loose //But he's feeling my pain //I go right versus left //But I just can't decide //Because they're equally stubborn //And they have equally pride //When I try to walk straight //I sway back and forth //It's 5 toes going south //5 toes going north //
My deck's incomplete //I am missing my queen //My King has gone AWOL //And my Jack broke his spleen //So that leaves mostly numbers //It's Ace 2 through ten //But though I split them up fairly //I never can win //Cause the clubs are exclusive //And my spades start to wear //I spend all of my diamonds //But hearts don't play fair //
I lost most of my marbles //Not much older than four //The hole in my sock //Let them roll out the doorSo I chased after quick //But none could I find //Cause my thoughts were all hazy //In my absence of mind //So I grabbed a few spares //From an old dusty jar //But they were not quite as shiny //And didn't roll quite as far //
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Turnpike
04:20
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I know //You won't //It's easy to tell how you got known/none //You don't go out in the evening //Rather be nice and deceive me //I know //You said //Everything is crystal clear in your head //I'll see //It's easy //Chew me up spit me out and tell me you don't want me //
I know //We both //Went through some things when I let go //I was just too drunk to notice //You stood by my side and I know this //But how can i tell? //Why don't I feel //I'm right in the head //When you tell me it's real? //I'm sick //My lungs stick //Spin me 'round and walk me into traffic //
I'll go //I won't //Wait around to see how long and how low //I think I know how we're ending //It's all in the signs that you're sending me
//I'll be //running //Further than these 4 walls could take me //Too slow //We're so //Far beyond the part when I turn around and let you go //
I'll go //I don't //Think I belong to this moment //You don't believe in this feeling //I get when I'm stuck to the ceiling //So long for now //See you around //If you're looking for me //I'll be up in the clouds //Being //That thing //You only felt once and it was fleeting //
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I'm Only Wishing
02:50
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I'm only wishing //And hoping //That luck can be found //The eyes in the back of my head come around //
And I see her //And meet her //My lungs do not fail //The words that I want her to hear are still there //
But there are times when I think //Is it possible I blinked //And missed that one girl meant for me //And while I hope that I'm wrong //What could be taking so long //My worried mind wonders where could she be //
I'm only wishing and hoping that hearts come in pairs //I'm not such a fool thinking somebody's there //Cause she's waiting //And hoping //And wishing for me //Wondering where could her other half be //
Someday I suppose //We may meet when we both //Are out strolling down some avenue //But until that day //I keep pining away //For the one that I'm hoping is you //
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L'Amour C'est La Vie
03:26
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L'amour c'est la vie//Et oui c'est vrai parce que c'est toi et lui //
Le coeur se brise//Et tous mes jours se changés en nuit //
Et toi //sans moi //Et vous //Sans nous //
Au revoirs au visage //Tes yeux se fanent comme des couleurs sur la plage //
J'embrasse mes souvenirs //Une dernière fois et ne jamais plus réfléchir //
Someday //I won't be waiting //Someday //I will be gone //
Et toi //sans moi //Et vous //Sans nous //
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Where do we go when we dream //When the world splits apart //And we slip through the seams //And our mind finally shows us //What our eyes couldn't see //The world's full of monsters //When we're all fast asleep //
Where do we go when we dream //When our eyes shut like shackles //But set our thoughts free //Is it somewhere to go because we've nothing to do //Or could it be sleeping is more than we knew //
Sometimes I'm awake //Sometimes I sleep //But most of my life //I've felt caught in between //'Cause i talk in my sleep //I dream in the day //It's hard to keep track //When they both feel the same //
Where do we go when we dream //When our bodies lie motionless //Trapped in the scene //Sometimes I think //That I've seen where it lies //But all is forgotten When I open my eyes //
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Nikki
03:27
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She's working hard to make her brown eyes green //Because she says that's he color they were both supposed to be //But the sadness in her heart and the tears upon her cheek had somehow changed the way that her eyes reflected things //She saw stars but no light //All her dreams seemed so in vain //All she wanted was to go back to the way things were again //
She's pouring through her books 'til late at night //Somewhere she's sure there's a cure to correct her shade of sight //And the pages that she reads about scientific thought //Say that sometimes eyes grow dark but the color's never lost //And it puts her mind at ease //Because she now knows where she's been //And although she's loved and lost //She will find her way again //
And her eyes will grow a little brighter //And her heart will feel a little lighter //And her smile will be a little wider //
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Gold Cadillac
03:45
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I've got eight middle fingers that can do no good //And an alabaster woman who's as sweet as she should //I got 4 brass rings sparkling under the sun //And a story to relate about each and every one //A six string shooter purring calm in my lap //But not a single will persuade you like my gold Cadillac //
If you need to see beauty I'm the one with the fix //I've got the finest of the china, got the white and the mixed //My diamonds in the rough are as black as coal //And if you warm them just right they'll be begging for more //But your pockets best be full because if they lack //I will be coming for the claiming in my gold Cadillac //
My alligator shoes they don't pay for themselves //They both depend on my confidence to pull them off the shelves //And the feather in my hat doesn't stand up tall //Unless I'm breaking some bones I can feel it start to fall //If you've done me wrong you better watch your back //And keep your fingers from the fenders of my gold Cadillac //
If you're owing me money better pay it off quick //I am a strong believer in a clock with a tick //And when the sun comes down it brings tears to my eyes //Because I know that you'll be leaving from your 9 to 5 //And when you're pulling in your driveway with your newly earned stack //I will be rounding your corner in my gold Cadillac //
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Frith Los Angeles, California
Frith is the indie music brain child of Travis Frith Warner out of Los Angeles, CA.
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