1. |
Ghost of Illinois
04:13
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I been up nights
been sniffing out the clues
keep getting pulled at by the gravity
that hovers over you
one hundred feet
with jack and dennis on the door
i saw the angles then, my friend
we mixed them on the floor
loafers, yachts, and microphones
the ghost of illinois just bought a home
plants the seeds and he prunes it right
picks the fruit and names his handsome price
mean as he please
he tightens up the slack
he builds the who entire scene
with just one hand tied behind his back
don't you rock the boat
don't you ape the lights
he's got 'em tuned up like a piano
and he likes 'em nice and tight
the cold producer knows his staff
you disappear if you can't make him laugh (you never work in this town again)
sucks on pennies, kiss the boss
shine that blood up double cherry gloss
don't leave me up to my devices again
my devices are old
and they're boring my friends
don't leave me up to my devices again
'cause they're flooding my heart again
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2. |
Young Man
04:38
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3. |
Callanwolde
04:30
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I heard you scratching ‘round my door
I heard you breathing like a wolf out in the woods
And I caught your story on the news
It’s black as coal, I'd like to stumble into you
I try to let it go
Sit back and let it go
See they raised me right
Good kid, sweet boy (Black thoughts, bad boy)
I heard you steal up in the night
And I heard you breathe in all your evil at the door
But I caught your shadow by surprise
And I saw you freeze up
As my tiger opened wide
I tried to turn my cheek
You would not let us be
My heart’s in the way
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4. |
Nevada
05:18
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Eyes are bright
Cold and clear
Can't somebody tell me what I'm missing here?
Your hands are hard
And the colors are clean
How do you believe what I just couldn't believe?
Your wings are wide
And your ghosts are good
How is it you never do the things that you should?
Delicate eyes
And a delicate touch
True that you're a looker but it don't mean that much
You're breaking the mold
But you're breaking my heart
Sometimes I get the feeling that you're playing the part
Blacks for blues
Hearts for heads
I used to look for diamonds in the blood that you bled
You dance for days
And your dreams are deep
Always seem to suffocate the brothers you keep
You’re taking your time
And I’m giving it too
You got the kind of appetite professionals do
Downtown sharing our bed
Shake hands
Shake heads
Down by the river we stood
Found out you never do us no good
The soul is strong
And the legs are lean
Can't somebody tell me what the pieces mean?
A ghost, a witch, a citizen
Built a bed and we tucked them in
In old Downtown by the river we stood
Found out you never do us no good
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5. |
Beacon St.
04:32
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It starts when the shadows press
Down heavy on my sheets
You ain’t looking at me
I am holding my breath
Childlike you’d answer
Every question with your eyes
Words that paralyze
Words that paralyze
And I try to fight it
But your fingerprints are violent
And they’re everywhere
In vivid black and blue
I start to wonder
How distracted will I get
When every move I make just
Triggers an image of you
Every time that neon light
Ignites on Beacon Street
Every time the war is on the news
Every time it’s deep July
The grinding of your teeth
My God I’ll know
That there’ll be no forgetting you
Fresh starts and easy hearts
Been closing the space between
What I say and what I mean
I been getting my swagger back
‘Round goes the calendar
With good things on my mind
Like history’s unkind
I inherit no legacies
I can’t believe it
When I turn around and I see it
After all this time
Your ghost between sheets
And I try to fight it
But your memories are wild
And their Technicolor shadows start to creep all over me
Sit tight, it’s gonna hurt
Stay right, but let it burn
Bright lights will only set you free
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6. |
Badge & Gun
04:22
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Only in the evening does he make his presence known
A holy rollin' ocean at his feet
Doctor doctor help this man
He's sick on cigarettes again
And stuck on pulling secrets from the deep
Holy ghost nobody knows why he can't rest his weary soul
"Come and play this part we've built for you."
Don't you dare apologize
Open up those crimson eyes
Keep swimming in that phosphorescent blue.
You are not you badge and gun
Or everything to everyone
Only in the evening do I make my presence known
I got a holy rollin' ocean at my feet
Doctor I don't wanna fight
I'm out on new frontiers tonight
Best you keep your distance when I dream
Holy ghost I think you know
Why I don't rest my weary bones
I finally found me something I believe
I'll never once apologize
I'll open up my eager eyes
Keep on swimming in that phosphorescent sea
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7. |
Up, Out
03:34
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everybody in the white room
you get a big old bruise,
a big old bruise for breakfast.
let the machinery bloom
as the company mends the fences.
they say that late last night somebody might
have gone up and out and through the roof
and yeah they say a lot, it's true
I got a feeling
I got a feeling about this one
justice likes to listen
to the voices in your head
pretty little white plumes
when we got the news
the smoke went thick and restless.
let the machinery burn,
we put the chainsaw back in Texas
there were no explosives no
but the explosion oh
it went up and out and through the roof
and oh my god that's the sound of truth
everybody from the white room,
you get a party too
between the curtains black and reckless
let the millennium bloom
in every black tie, gown & necklace.
we got an exclusive use
for these exclusive blues
we put them up and out and through the roof
oh my god that’s the sound of truth
justice comes this evening
for the skin you never shed
justice comes this evening
to put this shit to bed
I knew I had a feeling
had a feeling about this one...
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8. |
Pick Up the Pieces
03:40
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9. |
Renaissance
04:09
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I rose hell from a jail cell
I couldn't count another crack in the floor
Left blood and sweat on the prison gate
When I ran out the front door
But now I'm free
I done my time as an Other One
But I still can't shake the chill
Gonna squeeze and heat with all my friends
Gonna lose my breath and still
I will be free
When I die, when I die
I hope you pour one out for me
When I die, when I die
I hope you'll be there
Mr. Rigby, he goes and leans against the fence
And he wonders where in heaven's name
His wife has gone
Mrs. Tom believes that her luck is heaven sent
When from the depths of outer space
She hears a song
My lungs were tight in black and white
I could not greet the moon
Now every little drop of blood I taste
Is the greatest little piece of news
I see her there when the river's low
And the streets begin to buzz
The world has tilted on its feet
'Cause I find myself in love
And I'm completely free
Welcome to my renaissance
3, 2, 1, submission
Cigarette butts and a little talk
Are the tickets for admission
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10. |
Love You
06:15
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i been wasting my time
killing us slowly
i just can’t adjust
to this beast that erupts out of me
i been listening so long
to these dark little songs that control me
they all say, "run for your life,
there's promises you've got to keep.
“you better make room for us
and our baggage and such
you're a sick son of a bitch
but we love you so much
and we're hungry
and soon there'll be more mouths to feed."
i'm a man of my word
but these things that i heard
were like sick little kids
trying to fake a fever
now i look in your eyes
and the things i've denied
and i know i was wrong
i know i was wrong
'cause i love you
you are my soul
yes i love you
i just thought you should know
don’t wanna waste no more time
killing us slowly
i can't let us adjust
to this voice that erupts out of me
there’s smoke on the hill
and fire in the trees
and the crackle and hiss
of electricity
‘cause the way that i’m wired
is cold and exposed
buy you’re sewing me up
and i want you to know
don’t wanna waste no more time
killing us slowly
i just can’t adjust
to these words that erupt out of me
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Armada Los Angeles, California
Armada are a powerful four piece cranking out soulful indie rock from the bleeding heart of Los Angeles. Brain meets brawn with sharp, earthy lyrics wrapped in classic, rough-and-tumble songwriting. This is what might happen if Spoon, Wilco, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club threw a pool party with Queens of the Stone Age scoring the water ballet. ... more
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