1. |
Darkroom Dream
03:50
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She's lost no sleep
Days spent in the sheets
Shades down, guard up
Check your watch, repeat it
Can you learn to control it?
Is time and space your will?
Are you consumed by darkness?
Or developed onto the film?
Red lights, warm baths
Grey shapes fill the gaps
Rise up, write down
Life's in your hands now
Can you learn to control it?
Is time and space your will?
Are you consumed by darkness?
Or developed onto the film?
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2. |
D.U.I.
02:59
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Steam fogs up the bathroom mirror and I trace out my face
Wipe away the portrait after too many mistakes
But I live with it every single day
And I live with it, ain't always been this way
Poison, wont you liberate me from the Earth?
Don't haunt me, I'm messed up enough
I'd take your place
Headlights cut through falling snowflakes, lead foot keeps the pace
Cracked the door when I got home and fell flat on my face
But I live with it every single day
And I live with it, ain't always been this way
Poison, wont you liberate me from the Earth?
Don't haunt me, I'm messed up enough
I'd take your place
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3. |
Lynlake Punk
03:31
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Cut through the yard and it's a quarter past two
I've got some green back home and I've got some brew
So lets...
Turn on some Sonic Youth and paint the night -
Of Minneapolis with the old Grainbelt sign
Alright!
What better scene MPLS is a dream
What better scene MPLS is a dream
Cruising down Lynlake in the 78
Smile at the summer babes when they stop to wave
Oh I'd...
Crank up the knob when that JANK song would come on
Can't play it these days, what a shame they dropped the ball
What better scene MPLS is a dream
What better scene MPLS is a dream
Diamonds in the Mississippi shine beneath the bridge
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4. |
Palm Pilot
03:38
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Chained to our glass screened cage
Life looks best of the page
When I die don't film it on your cell phone
(The world does not fit in your palm) x2
Just let me bleed out on the street in peace
Birds don't sing songs of politicians
(The world does not fit in your palm) x2
The click bait has you snarled in it's trap
Speeding down the country streets
Our bikes took flight, or so we would believe
The trees were giants then
Who danced and swayed when guided by the wind
And we were dancing too
No signal yet to block our point of view
When I die don't film it on your cell phone
(The world does not fit in your palm) x2
Just let me bleed out on the street in peace
Birds don't sing songs of politicians
(The world does not fit in your palm) x2
The click bait has you snarled in it's trap
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5. |
Despot
02:44
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Tell me how your gonna turn the world around
When I don’t believe a single word that you say?
Peaching out to the same old crowd
As you tell them that there is no other way
Stumbling blind through words I can't find
Can’t hear the screams of the faces I’ve seen
Still I can’t find a reason for your state of mind
Some may pray to find a way to break away
But I'd rather watch the bombs fall today
Stumbling blind through words I can't find
Can’t hear the screams of the faces I’ve seen
Still I can’t find a reason for your state of mind
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6. |
Stand/Fall
03:39
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I'm feeling kind of strange today
I try slowing down my mind
Feel the weight of all the skies turned grey
And steal my only words away
Face down in bed
Bottle in my hand
Walls spinning in my head
Cant make out a word I said
Can’t see the ground where I stand
Call and you wont hear a word from me
And fall straight into the sun
Face down in bed
Bottle in my hand
Walls spinning in my head
Cant make out a word I said
Can’t see the ground where I stand
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7. |
Broken Cells
05:09
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Broken cells eat at my bones
Now my mind is not my own
Watch my face as it turns to clay
Try to smile anyway
Radiation set me free
Lose it all age twenty three
Cracking jokes with my old friends
Never taste that drink again
I have seen the other side
I’m going there tonight
Broken cells please set me free
Mother’s pain is all that I can see
Wandering back to my home town
Where there’s no one else around
Running out of things to say
Made the final call today
I have seen the other side
I’m going there tonight
Broken cells please set me free
Mother’s pain is all that I can see
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8. |
Travis (Revisited)
06:35
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If you've turned to ashes, then I will breathe you in
Our smokes on the porch aren't the same
Don't say your name much these days
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9. |
Perpetual Youth
03:02
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We laughed when you said you'd take my room
When I left the states
How could I know this goodbye would last a lifetime?
But don't wake me up
Because this dream feels so real
And you haven't aged
Oh, but I'm turning grey
Blame flew like bats from beneath the South Congress Bridge
It flew back to everyone she knew and loved most
But don't wake me up
Because this dream feels so real
And you haven't aged
Oh, but I'm turning grey
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10. |
HWY 19
04:06
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Driving back on a dark country road
Where the trail cuts through the snow
Lean back and feel with a glove on the wheel
That I've still got some time left to go
Shards of glass shining bright in the night
And you're lying there all alone
Feel alright as your eyes touch the night
But you can't find your way on your own
No, you cant find your way on your own
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11. |
Ode 2 Harper
03:11
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Love is seldom all you need and life will leave you on your knees
If beauty is the song of wings then pray to God we'll all receive
Can’t help all who you meet
Lives lost, we turn a cheek
Go kill all of your saints
Life won't wait at the gates
Kids today have paper skin, the snowflake generations in
And activist are just a joke, nothing comes of Facebook posts
Can’t help all who you meet
Lives lost, we turn a cheek
Go kill all of your saints
Life won't wait at the gates
Mocking bird
Sing at night
Truth may fall
On it’s knife
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12. |
Closer
05:16
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It was written on the waves, the things I wanna say
But they run further away
I’ve kept my eyes closed to the fears that are imposed
When Im not aware
And it gets closer and closer and closer and...
Until I fall apart with the rope I made at the start
And I never knew I would make it this -
Place is where my thoughts are all laid bare
And I never thought i could make it this far
The trees cast the shade on the river in which I pay
To cross and to be saved
The wind howls away, the voices that were saved
But one of them calls my name
And it gets closer and closer and closer and...
My thoughts never push beyond
My own two eyes
But my reach goes far beyond
What I ever realized
Closer and closer…
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Charlie Doesn't Surf Minneapolis, Minnesota
Charlie Doesn't Surf is a indie/punk trio based in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Members:
Joshua Williamson (guitar/vox)
John Bruno (drums)
Wyatt Engl (bass)
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