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True Dreams - Die
01:39
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Do you want to die?
Do you want to feel the sun on the grass, the sun on grass while you're underground
Do you want to feel the heat?
Do you want to feel the weight of my lips, the weight of my hips while you're under me
And I know that when we're close and our knees touch
Well I know it's just another accident but these feelings got me in a rush
So if you could come and save me now and take away the pain of not being touched
Do you want to die?
Do you want to feel the sun on the grass, oh the sun on grass while you're underground
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Female artist, female artist,
Female artist, female artist,
There aren't enough women who are speaking
Aren't enough women who are seeking,
Female artist, female artist,
There aren't enough, aren't enough
aren't enough, enough
Woman is my prison, my affliction, his decision,
My depression, his possession, my dependence, his obsession,
I’ve been told my place in the human race
There’s a sex war, going on,
There is a sex war that’s been going on,
But I’m not a pedestal for you to stand on,
I’m not here to smile for you,
My expression will rise above your narrow perception, and that’s because,
You only love woman when she’s timid and sweet,
Mild and meek, kissing your feet,
I want meek weak women to inherit the earth
Female artist, female artist,
There aren't enough women who are speaking
Aren't enough women who are seeking,
Female artist, female artist,
There aren't enough, aren't enough
aren't enough, enough
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I've got the heart of a saint with a resting bitch face and I dare you to find someone who can take my place
Don't be deceived the city is the place for me
I refuse to go to bed, I refuse to brush my teeth, I refuse to change my bedsheets once a week
cuz fuck that, it's not like it affects my sleep
No one ever taught the grass to grow up and be happy
You are a God sent gift to a fucked up world, you are a God sent gift to a fucked up
The word "woman" isn't real, and "male" feels so stale
How can we stop people full of hate
cuz who does it help? Archaic thoughts can go to hell
No one ever taught the grass to grow up and be happy
You are a God sent gift to a fucked up world, you are a God sent gift to a fucked up world
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I always thought I wasn't cool enough to find a scene
You're Jagger or you're no one and there aren't in betweens
I wrote some songs, I grabbed some friends and grabbed some beer
I played a couple of descents shows and I bought a lot of gear
God knows it's the only bliss I could find
I need a guitar to get what's on my mind off my mind
And people always tell me as they slowly roll their eyes
With a sigh, this is a fucking waste of time
It's Friday night in Brooklyn, I need somewhere to go
A couple of beer shot combos at a crowded rooftop show
We were on the road to Richmond, the van broke down again
Well I'm stuck at this fucking truck stop, but at least I'm with my friends
Working a day job leaves me cold
I want a little bit of whiskey and a lot of rock and roll
And people always tell me as they slowly roll their eyes
With a sigh, that it's a fucking waste of time
That it's a fucking waste of time
That it's a fucking waste of time
It's a fucking waste of time
It's a fucking waste of time
It's a fucking waste of time
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1, 2,
1, 2, 3, 4
Hey Elevator
Will I make it through the day
Talk to you later
5 o'clock's so far away
Gonna write me a lover
So that we can leave this place
Paint me a picture
Of our New Orleans escape
I want to run
I'm feeling done
Clear out your mind
To fall in line
Fluorescent vibes
That eat our lives
Hey Elevator
Wish I never saw your face
Talk to you later
Led me to my tiny cage
Gonna write me a lover
How I love to get away
Paint me a picture
Of a quiet place to stay
Clear out your mind
To fall in line
Fluorescent vibes
That eat our lives
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She's a good lover with a bad liver
But I won't leave her oh no
I'm a scarred leper I'm a scratched record
I repeat everything she says
She's a cult
But she's flawless
Left me tied to a cross in the back of a Shoprite
She's a gold ticket she's a bad secret
She's a trigger sticking in my hand
I'm a drowned sailor I'm a new failure
I believe every word she says
She's a cult
But she's flawless
Left me tied to a cross in the back of a Shoprite
She's a god
She's religious
I reflect the shine of an unknown object
She's a cult
But she's flawless
Left me tied to a cross in the back of a Shoprite
She's a god
She's religious
I reflect the shine of an unknown object
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7. |
Catty - Sides
03:49
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Seen this side of you
For the first time
Look around the room
For the last time
I would like to
Throw the curtain wide
I would like you
To come to my side
Pulled you weeping from the floor
Pour me out and dig for more
When we finally get to bed
I throw the sheets over your head
I would like to
Throw the curtain wide
I would like you
To come to my side
All this leads to war (x4)
(Oohs verse)
All this leads to war
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8. |
Catty - Under the Ice
04:06
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I don’t need a reason
When you ask me why
Fingers white from freezing
Cut the knot
Too numb to untie
All the endless reaching
Metals too alike
Slipping out beneath me
So I drop the line
Looking up from under
See the lights
What we left to slumber
Under the ice
When you go
do u dream ur sinking boats
an endless song
and when u float ill be the tide beneath ur bones
so come and make us something out of nothing new
then let it go, let it drift beneath your arms
Looking up from under
See the lights
What we left to slumber
Under the ice
Ahh, Ahh
Under the Ice
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9. |
Catty - Tell Me
04:24
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In the night
by the side-line
tracing my steps
we realign
I can't see through (can't see through)
Don't know what to do
I really need you to
I really need you to
Tell me what you
Tell me what you
Tell me what you want!
Another night
another sideline (another sideline)
tracing your steps (tracing your steps)
we realign (and we realize)
I can't read your mind (I can read your mind)
x4
Tell me what you
Tell me what you
Tell me what you want!
Take your time I don't mind
Live your life, I don't mind
Take your time I don't mind
Live your life, I don't mind
Take your time I don't mind
Live your life, I'll live mine.
Tell me what you
Tell me what you
Tell me what you want!
Tell me!
Tell me!
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10. |
PowerSnap - Songs
02:12
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What do I write songs about?
What do I write songs about?
Songs
About Songs
I hate
Every word that comes out my mouth
I hate every word that comes out my mouth
Songs
About songs
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PowerSnap - Pusher
02:32
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How much do I have to push you
to make you see me?
How much do I have to clear out
your foggy sight?
Hey now hey now hey now
I'm standing right in front of you
I'm a pusher baby
You're turned me into a pusher, baby
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to be a doormat
Or to take arms against
Your careless way of thought?
Hey now hey now hey now
3 whole months in doubt
I've become a pusher baby
You turned me into a pusher baby
You turned me into a pusher baby
You know I've always been a pusher
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12. |
PowerSnap - Lame
02:46
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As requested
I’m calling you now
Little cry baby
I’m calling you know
I have no patience
I’m calling you now
‘Cause you’re relentless
So I’m calling you now
But she won’t answer because he’s lame
But she won’t answer because he’s lame
No, she won’t answer
No, she won’t answer
Oh, yes she will!
Oh, yes she will
As requested
I’m calling you now
Little cry baby
I’m calling you know
I have no patience
I’m calling you now
‘Cause my brother’s crazy
So I’m calling you now
But she won’t answer because he’s lame
But she won’t answer because he’s lame
No, she won’t answer
No, she won’t answer
Oh, yes she will!
Oh, yes she will
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