1. |
Blow, Daddy Blow!
02:41
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Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down …
There’s an old man sittin’ all alone out by the track
It’s been a long time comin’ but his train ain’t comin’ back
He thinks he oughta told her sooner, but now there ain’t no time grieve
She’ll be home again by mornin’ ‘bout the time he gonna’ leave
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and …
Now he’s rocketing out westward on an engine made of steel
He gotta get gone quick ‘cause otherwise he’ll start to feel
He thinks he shoulda left town sooner, but now there ain’t no time to think
He’ll hit Californ’ by mornin’ ‘bout the time he needs a drink
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and …
It’s been fifteen hours done come and gone since the night he left her cold
But it seems more like fifteen years — goddamn the man got old!
He thinks he coulda done it better but now he ain’t got no more time
He’ll be on the floor by mornin’ ‘bout the time he gonna die
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and
Blow, daddy blow! Blow that horn way down and …
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2. |
Mara
02:24
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Well it was a hell of a party, that’s true
Summer and smoke sure go nice
with the circle of friends around you
and I didn’t have to think twice
‘cause I knew this play’s closing with a bad review
I know what I gotta do
Mara, Mara I wanna be where you are-uh
Mara, Mara, I wanna be where you are-uh
Well it was a heavenly wedding in blue
Those flowers sure framed you up nice
Some lucky fool’s arms around you
and I didn’t want to look twice
‘cause I knew that he’s closing down the avenue
I’m still gonna drive on through
Mara, Mara I wanna be where you are-uh
Mara, Mara I wanna be where you are-uh
I could just avoid the aisle but I can’t back down
Sit and suffer with a smile until you come around
But it’s too late now
Mara, Mara I wanna be where you are-uh
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3. |
Summer Camp
03:21
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When we were young we ran around
a summer camp outside of town
Out by the pool I drew you in chalk;
tried to convince you to take a walk
While all the cabins went to bed
we made a break for my car instead
Be careful! You might not last the day!
Be careful! You might not last the day!
When you’re with her it’s all understood
When she leaves it don’t feel like it should
So be careful! You might not last the day!
And by the river where the trees stretched out
you told me what your heart hurt about
I dried your tears right before the dawn
and you walked back with my sweatshirt on
Now I can’t wait until you’re back around
that summer camp outside of town
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4. |
A Pleasant Field
03:31
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There’s a pleasant field up in the hills
where cold bodies watch the valley burn
in their castles made of sticks and stones
horns of plenty never emptied out
Hours and hours go to waste
in wasteful showers
It’s a pleasant field up in the hills
where the grass is long and beautiful
Eyelashes never bat until
someone sunburnt wanders up a gated drive
Keep clear of the windows and close the blinds
We can’t have nice things
Life burns symphonic like a razor in the sun
with a freeway for its laces
Chaos masquerades as fun
Put your top down and drive all night
in a while you’ll never hurt again
Smile ‘cause it’s all pretend
There’s a stain across the sunset, but Monica don’t care
and the ocean of the hopeless
never messes up her hair
The whole world loves you and swallows down
all your brilliance in a single breath
You’ll be dancin’ ’til you got none left
Such a pleasant field up in the hills
walk forever never touching down
resting on laurels in the canyon
Let’s abandon giving up the crown
Kings aren’t made here, they’re born
and good at hiding
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
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5. |
Honolulu
01:24
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Honolulu
Let's take a trip and get out of this terrible town
Honolulu
We'll go where the water is clean and warm
Honolulu
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh
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For a body in motion time slows down
Whether you're coming or going, just look around
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7. |
Water In The Walls
04:00
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A pipe exploded, something’s eroded
there’s water seeping down in the wall
“I hadn’t noticed,” she duly noted.
“Honest, I feel nothing at all.”
La la la la la la la la
I pulled the fridge out just a smidge now
to see how bad it looked from the side
“It’s probably nothing,” she said, “But something
is darkened and wide.”
There’s water in these walls
So much water, too much water in these walls
There’s water in these walls
Just get a grip now, we’ve gotta rip out
everything and start over dry
“I know we need to,” she said, “The bleed-through
is spreading and it’s making me cry.”
La la la la la la la la
I’ll tear our walls down, our cares will fall down
I’ll finish what I started back then
“I think I’m ready,” she said and led me
into the kitchen again
There’s water in these walls
So much water, too much water in these walls
There’s water in these walls
We got a serious problem in our walls (too much water)
We got a serious problem in our walls (too much water)
We got a serious problem
“I just can’t fix it,” she said, “so let’s get
a brand new house and start over dry
I guess that’s something, better than nothing
but I’ll be keeping an eye out
For the water in these walls
So much water, too much water in these walls
There’s water in these walls
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8. |
Shyrell
02:58
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Aahh, Shyrell
Staring across this old desk,
twelve feet seems like an eternity.
Nothing will bring you closer.
Can you be that afraid of me?
I may be all lines and creases
but there's still a lot of blood in these veins.
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin' ooooh Shyrell
You've got me driving faster.
Strange how your eyes bring out that side of me.
It's madness, but I sure like it -
a hurricane that rages silently.
I may be all rusted metal
but there's still some muscle under the hood.
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin' ooooh Shyrell
Aahh, Shyrell
This could be a slow disaster
but I don't care what other people see.
I know that I'm not the first guy
to trip and fall for you so violently.
I may be all foolish fumbling
but there's still a lot of strength in these hands.
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin'
She keeps me runnin' ooooh Shyrell
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9. |
Say You'll Be Mine
04:37
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The complications that we got, we can't shake 'em.
It's just the long way 'round again.
I'm outta patience when you stop short of saving me.
Our bedroom's kinda silent like an auction
but no one buys the scene -
unless it sells for free.
Is it even half as hard as we make it?
We play grown-up like a child.
We might as well join the ranks of the young and free.
There's only one patch of grass worth protectin'
and that's where we can both run wild.
So what's it gonna be?
Say you'll be mine
Say you'll be mine
Forever and all time
Say you'll be mine
Say you'll be mine
That's all I need to hear from you
and I know everything will be fine.
If you'll stay with me
and say you'll be mine.
What if I said that I knew your secret?
Would you look behind my ears
and find the soft place where I've been hiding all my dreams?
Some of the lies that your Mom and Dad told you
are just a glass vase crashing down.
But it's the flowers that you need.
Say you'll be mine
Say you'll be mine
Forever and all time
Say you'll be mine
Say you'll be mine
That's all I need to hear from you
and I know everything will be fine.
If you'll stay with me
and say you'll be mine.
A boy and girl get together in the corner
and let the whole room go to waste.
They think the walls and the wood floor cannot see.
Well, they can dance that waltz if they wanna
but when it comes time for the bow
I hope you'll bend with me.
Say you'll be mine
Say you'll be mine
Forever and all time
Say you'll be mine
Say you'll be mine
That's all I need to hear from you
and I know everything will be fine.
If you'll stay with me
and say you'll be mine.
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I could say she runs around
but I really haven’t seen it.
Nobody says a word out loud
and if they did I wouldn’t believe it.
And the truth of the matter is
I don’t care how she comes and goes.
Some girls are just too damn good
for you to care where they leave their clothes.
I could tell where you where she lives;
but she likes her flowers hidden
The valley swallows all she gives
but she’ll tell you she’s only kiddin’
And the truth of the matter is
I don’t care about her neighborhood
Some girls you only visit once
But this girl is just too damn good.
I wanted to run
headlong down the street that’s unlighted
But that isn’t fun
when the reason to bolt’s unrequited
I cannot run
Some girls are just too good
Some girls are just too good
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11. |
Broke Tambourine
01:04
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What have you done? Is that ringing bell
a signal that everything is a broke tambourine?
Is that what you do when the going gets good?
Take a running jump and play cards with the
children know where the answers are …
What did you see? Are you too scared to tell
a simple lie when everybody wants you to come clean?
Is your boyfriend a fool? Does he go and get good
and drunk and out of it right before he slays hearts?
You were children. Nobody knows where the answers are.
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12. |
Been Around A Tough Time
02:37
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Just hold your breath and hope I’ll change
What I got inside is twice as strange
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
Fluorescent screams fill out our fights
I’ll just dance more and paint at nights
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
My head is lead and my face is on fire
But my gilded throat will sing me higher
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
I been around a tough time
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13. |
On And On
04:07
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On and on,
my mouth is yawning
and it’s gone on far too long.
It’s wrong that all you want
are drawn out songs
that go on and on.
How many “baby”s can you
shove in these tired chords and
“Woah, woah, woah”
until a million 12-year-olds
get 30 million records sold?
How many “break my heart”s and
“Oh, baby, please don’t leave me”s
go, whah, whah
into a rip-off of real soul?
Is that honestly your goal?
On and on,
my mouth is yawning
and it’s gone on far too long.
It’s wrong that all you want
are drawn out songs
that go on and on.
Might as well just
replace the words with a bunch of
nonsense syllables.
Na na na na
na na na na na na na na
na na na na na
How many “Don’t you worry”s
and “When you kiss me”s
does it take to show
you’re overblown and uncontrolled
and unoriginal fo sho …
Na na na na
na na na na na na na na
na na na na na
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14. |
Kimano Mineva Nasya
02:24
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Kimano mineva nasya
Kimano my neva no
I want to live my life alone
I don't want to live my life alone
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15. |
Water And Molasses
00:55
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16. |
Average Artwork
03:14
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Tomorrow morning gonna’ lift that weight again
Without a warning gonna cheat my fate again
‘Cuz I’m lonely I’m nobody’s one and only
Tomorrow morning gonna’ lift that weight again
Not a chance I’m gonna’ fill my plate again
‘Cuz I’m worthless; all my good work’s left me shirtless
I spill the syrup of my soul out as the days bleed into days
Accumulating average artwork anonymous in the haze
What’s an anthem cut from your lungs when the silence starts to roar?
But tomorrow I’ll spill it all again, same as the day before
Tomorrow morning gonna’ lift that weight again
Without a mooring gonna’ drift out late again
‘Cuz I’m sinking under all of the thoughts I’m thinking
Tomorrow morning gonna’ lift that weight again
Pick up a piece of paper and a pen and pretend
That I’m worth it; but I don’t got the guts to birth it
Meaningless melodies meander through my mind
concocting a canon of chords that the kids cordially decline
A sullen songbook sighing is a siren on deaf ears
But tomorrow the tunes will tilt; I’ve been making ‘em up for years
Tomorrow morning gonna’ lift that weight again
Without exploring what a gift it’d be to just end
all this longing but then who would I be wronging?
Tomorrow morning’ gonna’ lift that weight again
Without a warning gonna cheat my fate again
‘Cuz I’m lonely I’m nobody’s one and only
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17. |
Jonathan And Jupiter
05:01
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Miss Nebraska was a beauty queen;
left the farm for a rider of the purple sage.
But good men are few and far between,
none of her soul and always twice her age.
Everything’s boring when you’re constantly soaring
up and away.
Gentle Jonathan was a healing man
riding west on a horse he called Jupiter.
If anyone can fix you, Johnny can;
mend her broken heart and ride along through to get her
back up and soaring; picture-perfect days pouring
down again.
There’s a sweet end to your sorrowful tale
All you need are four legs that won’t fail you.
Sleep, Jupiter, sleep. Jupiter, sleep.
While the stars waltz above you.
Sleep, Jupiter, sleep. Jupiter, sleep.
Jonathan loves you.
Well, Gentle Jonathan had to sail away
on a dark ship to an island where it’s always spring
And Miss Nebraska just dreams all day
of a sun-sweetened morning when she’ll get to sing
“Life wasn’t boring because you kept me soaring.”
And she prays
Sleep, Jupiter, sleep. Jupiter, sleep.
While the stars waltz above you.
Sleep, Jupiter, sleep. Jupiter, sleep.
Jonathan loves you.
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18. |
Effervescence
02:48
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You wanna grab a pocket-full of that cheap trash up on La Cienaga?
You got a full-blown habit? Well we could make a stab at Hollywood for ya
So many sinful stripes that we could do,
just loan my man your spare change.
This little elixir makes your wide eyes blue.
I like to tomahawk it! I like to rearrange
You wanna drive a rocket down into Venice proper? All those willowy girls!
Give in and don’t you stop it. Let Fritzie Jean unlock it. Amplify the world!
It’s hard to telegraph what’s true. You’re barely walking around.
You got the grass and, babe, I got the glue.
We fold our fickle fingers. We never touch the ground.
It’s like the tent folded up and we all left town
Nobody wants religion from a circus clown
You tired of the city? Wanna hijack every pretty dream you ever had?
I bet you think you really saw something cool and nifty.
Are the politics that bad?
Limp from Laguna up to Malibu and let ‘em blow out your hair.
We’ll have a broken-hearted rendezvous.
They’ll say we disappeared, like, out into thin air.
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19. |
Are We Sighs?
03:25
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Some old man told me something true, but I forgot it.
It could have changed my life if only I hadn't fought it.
Are we sighs?
Exhaled out and turned into the songs we cry?
The clouds might burn off, but would we better for it?
The sky is only worth the wait if you don't abhor it.
Are we sky?
Hiding and hopeful just behind the clouds we try to pry away?
The constellations cross your face and move like water.
Uneven like a wayward saint who's lost his daughter.
He wants to die, if only so those secrets that he can't describe
she'll see.
I'm running only fast enough for you to want me.
It's not the way we were but what we are that haunts me.
I can't lie.
An imitation of myself won't get inside you.
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Frederick Julius Omaha, Nebraska
Frederick Julius is underground, lo-fi pop music that conjures the vital sound of early Beach Boys records with lyrics that are visual experiments in the surreal. Each title in the ever-growing Frederick Julius catalogue is written and recorded by Matt Geiler in his sleepy bedroom studio, dubbed The Wonder Room, in Los Angeles, CA. ... more
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