1. |
let her go
00:59
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*cover of mac demarco's song*
Tell her that you love her, if you really love her
But if your heart just ain't sure, let her know
Growing by the hour, love just like a flower
But when the flower dies, you've got to say goodbye
And let her go
Let her go
Tell her that you'll be there, if you'll really be there
Separation's supposed to make the heart grow fond
But it don't
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2. |
idiot
01:13
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when i grew up i knew i'd be an idiot from all the cigarettes i was yet to smoke
sittin here with a cigarette rest between my bitter lips while i'm staring at her tits
drinkin my whiskey
i grab my guitar, write a new song, this is what came out i don't know where i went wrong
where
did i
go wrong
i am alone
i am so alone
whiskey helps me sleep at night while i'm trying to fight my inner demons tryin to block out the light
and when i grew up i knew i would be an idiot from all the cigarettes i was yet to smoke
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3. |
wristcutters
00:49
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4. |
a song for j
03:27
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you left your cigarette
burning inside the apartment
walls stained with nicotine
since you were about seventeen
I've come to like cynical people
nice guys they grow on trees
the first song I heard was
freak scene how you saw me
your hair is a silver spoon
caresses the sun and the moon
I've lost my head
I've lost my mind
I've lost everything that kept me alive
I've lost my heart
I've lost my soul
I've lost everything that kept me whole
freak scene
how it felt when you saw me
staining your teeth
since you were about seventeen
I've come to like cynical people
nice guys they grow on trees
I love you I love you, I love you, I fucking love you
420 blayyyyz it
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5. |
the basket case speaks
01:14
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6. |
she don't use jelly
03:28
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I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She'll make ya breakfast
She'll make ya toast
But she don't use butter
And she don't use cheese
She don't use jelly
Or any of these
She uses Vaseline
Vaseline
Vaseline
And I know a guy who goes to shows
When he's at home and he blows his nose
He don't use tissues or his sleeve
He don't use napkins or any of these
He uses magazines
Magazines
Magazines
Magazines
I know a girl who reminds me of Cher
She's always changing
The color of her hair
She don't use nothing
That ya buy at the store
She likes her hair to be real orange
She uses tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
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7. |
mclovin
00:42
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8. |
king of the road
02:13
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Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out clothes and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked, when no one's around.
I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
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drugs
00:35
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10. |
anxious
02:33
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I I'm anxious
thought you'd never leave
thought you'd always be
standing next to me
singin bout memories
of how we used to be
melancholic sweet
nightmares are just dreams
on methamphetamine
I I'm tired
tired of you
used to be like glue
gum on my shoes
jumping through hoops
minds doing kung-fu
drowning in absolute
i know you are too
i have no fucking clue
what the fuck did i do
thought you'd never leave
thought you'd always be
standing next to me
singin bout memories
of how we used to be
melancholic sweet
nightmares are just dreams
on methamphetamine
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Mindblotter Records Albuquerque, New Mexico
Small record label currently located in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We make tapes and disks for yo faces.
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