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First Song
01:12
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This is your first song
With many more to come
Sometime down the line
Don't mean they'll be fun
Don't mean that they'll rhyme but
This is your first song
It can be short and sweet
It can be kinda lame
It can have a simple beat
And it can have a simple name cuz
This is your first song
So sit back and relax
And groove to the tune
Fall through the cracks
And watch me croon for
This is your first song
I'll try to play it cool
While you clap your hands
Play me for a fool
And say you like my band and
This is your first song
Like it or not
Your song is done
That's all I've got so
Let's go have some fun
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2. |
Cheeky
01:58
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Soft-spoken with a headful of heartache
Big mouth that's so full of shit
Not gonna cut his alcohol intake
No booze and he's throwing a fit
Self destruct from over the counter
Suicidal just cuz life is a bitch
Straight to hell with his warped sense of humor
Nihilism, well at least it's a niche
Uh-oh
Melancholy with a contradiction
Pessimistic with hope in his heart
Sad story with a new addiction
Such a geek but he's not too smart
Butterknife up to his wrist now
Sacrificial martyr to his art
Down low with no medical know how
False start waiting to depart
Uh-oh
Sarcastic with no ounce of compassion
A motherfucker that's not PC
Ignoramus with a perfect diction
Won't write books but watches TV
Deprecating with a sensitive outlook
Almost always sings his songs out of key
Kitty cats and a decent cookbook
I don't know, do you think he's lonely?
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3. |
You're Dead
02:16
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Don't sing if you want to live long
They have no use for your song
You're dead, you're dead, you're dead
You're dead and outta this world
You'll never get a second chance
Plan all your moves in advance
Stay dead, stay dead, stay dead
Stay dead and outta this world
Run fast don't stand in the sun
There's too much work to be done
You're down, you're down, you're down
Youre down and outta this world
Don't ever talk with your eyes
Be sure that you compromise
You're dead, you're dead, you're dead
You're dead and outta this world
Hear the unloved weeping like rain
Guard your sleep from the sound of their pain
Long gone, long gone, long gone
Long gone and outta this world
When you smile and it tears your face
It's time for the inhuman race
You're down, you're down, you're down
You're down and outta this world
Now your hope and compassion is gone
You've sold out your dream to the world
Stay dead, stay dead, stay dead
You're dead and outta this world
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4. |
Glue
03:02
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Walk in through that door
Forget everything they've said
And when your thoughts are sore
You can rest them in my head
Come sit down with me
Let me clearly see your face
Unmask me for all to see
Let's vanish without a trace
Baby come on down to meet the family
You'll see everyone and ace the third degree
I feel a debt to pay
If I can't make you lose that frown
I'd like to be cliche
So dust off that pretty evening gown
With all the force you use
I'll never tell you when to stop
I'm turned on by that bruise
I like watching my blood cells pop
Baby come on down to meet the family
You'll see everyone and ace the third degree
Paint the life you need
I'll give you canvas until I'm old
Cut what you need to bleed
Drain my veins until I'm cold
Words don't mean anything
Unless I'm saying them to you
Cracked crown or broken wing
For any shattered thing you're glue
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5. |
Nothing Special
03:22
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A one trick pony in a one horse town
You're feeling lonely and the cable's down
You feel like the only freak in this town
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
We've got a life of scratching tickets
At the local gas and stop
So suck on another whippit
And hear the brain cells pop
I know I'm nothing special
I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the same
What's wrong with me?
Can you feel the radiation
Dragging your sister down?
You won't feel the alienation
You'll never leave this town
I know I'm nothing special
I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the same
What's wrong with me?
And I could be happy with less I guess
If they tell me that less is more
They set a place for me at the table
I won't be hungry anymore
I know I'm nothing special
I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different
But I just don't feel the same
What's wrong with me
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6. |
Color TV
02:45
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I need you to please me
I need you to break me in
Rely on the color TV
To let the bad ones in
I can feel you in my lungs
Proving things that you've done now
Breathe in, breathe in
Your smoke's filling in my skin
Break me down to
The thing you like the most
I can be your tool
You can be my holy ghost
I can feel you in my lungs
Proving things that you've done now
Breathe in, breathe in
Your smoke's filling in my skin
Don't waste my time
With your faux brigade
Light me and I'll shine
But I'm not gonna burn away
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7. |
The Hour Before
04:24
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The fire burns so bright
I can’t believe that it’s almost midnight
I’ll wait for you to show
So I can say the words and you can say ditto
Chase your words down
Drown his words out
In the hour before
There’s just hours upon hours
In the hour before
There’s just hours upon hours
I’ll watch you from now on
From the dawn of the sun to the glow of the neon
You’re a bold choice for a wallflower
And I love ya but we’ve only got another hour
Drink my faith down
Drown my sore mouth
In the hour before
There’s just hours upon hours
In the hour before
There’s just hours upon hours
You’ll have to reassure
That you’ll tend to me when you’re through with your tenure
And until then I’ll be burning
With the talk and the clock still turning
Change my diet
Live my life right
In the hour before
There’s just hours upon hours
In the hour before
There’s just hours upon hours
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8. |
Piazza, New York Catcher
02:00
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Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the Tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may
I love you
I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he's praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
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9. |
Bah, Scumbug
02:52
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Never learned to read the social cues
Sucking down on that bottle of booze
Earn the cheevo you've been gunning for
Kill 'em all but ignore the lore
Oh yeah
Watch the tube till you're made of stone
They're all home but you're home alone
You wanna go where no one's glad you came
Where no one ever wants to know your name
Oh yeah
Aim for nothing
Pretend you're something
Put your best shirt on
And now you're bluffing
In the end
Compare your friends
Now you know it's you
And not a trend
Play to lose but don't play to keep
Break your bones just to get some sleep
Read a book just to stay awake
To make tomorrow be a huge mistake
Oh yeah
Aim for nothing
Pretend you're something
Put your best shirt on
And now you're bluffing
In the end
Compare your friends
Now you know it's you
And not a trend
Aim for nothing
Pretend you're something
Put your best shirt on
And now you're bluffing
In the end
Compare your friends
Now you know it's you
And not a trend
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10. |
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Man up
Before she minds
I don't know
Why I'm so defined
And she's not amused
By her friends
And I don't know
What to pretend
I can buy a drink
For myself
Try to change
Into someone else
Sell me out to all your friends
You won't need me then
No, no, no
Cash out with bars and brand new clothes
Modern new age discos
No, no, no
Burden her
With my frown
The only hope
To bring her down
Take a back seat
While she laughs
But who knows
On whose behalf
As she talks to me
With that smile
That leads me off
Into exile
Sell me out to all your friends
You won't need me then
No, no, no
Cash out with bars and brand new clothes
Modern new age discos
No, no, no
Sell me out to all your friends
You won't need me then
No, no, no
Cash out with bars and brand new clothes
Modern new age discos
No, no, no
Lock me inside of your old head
I think I've been mislead
No, no, no
So take off those dirty pre-ripped jeans
And change all your routines
Until I'm gone
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Rad Mobile Los Angeles, California
After thousands of years, from the depths of the Earth, RAD MOBILE emerged to do one thing: wheeze the juice. Denied this
one simple desire, they instead picked up their instruments to embark on a journey of nuggs, chillin', and grindage.
Their first album, ALWAYS A BUMMER, is available now.
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