1. |
Tombolo
00:32
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2. |
Dakota
04:04
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It must have been about midnight
I was not right
Trynna shake ’em from my bones
I was so damn off-kilter
That winter
When the ill will I could not kill
Was burning
For spring in my heart
For something to start
For the loneliness to subside
I’m so all out I’m all in
Ready to let it begin
Looking for some new tears to cry
Couldn’t miss ya
So I kissed ya
(Baby I’m just a lonely dirtbag)
Couldn’t miss ya
So I kissed ya
Got the feeling I couldn’t look back
O it’s all there
And it’s not fair
To do you like that
No it’s not fair
But you’re still here
Tell me do you like that
These are the moments I relive
On the drive
To your parents’ house
We’ve all got something to forgive
A regret
We can live without
Couldn’t miss ya
So I kissed ya
Maybe I’m just a fuckin’ dirtbag
Couldn’t miss ya
So I kissed ya
Got the feeling I couldn’t look back
O it’s all there
And it’s not fair
But you take what you can get
No it’s not fair,
But you’re still here
And I’m not finished with you yet
Sometimes I get it so wrong
This time I got it so right
Sometimes I get people so wrong
But I was onto a good one that night
Couldn’t miss ya
So I kissed ya
Got the feeling I couldn’t look back
Couldn’t miss ya
So I kissed ya
And, darling, I never wanna look back
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3. |
Slide
04:11
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You woke at five in a flood of tears
The night confirming all your deepest fears
And you wonder 'What’s the point in all we do?'
And you languish in your ill-earned disrepute
You force a smile but you’re feeling fake
You flex your principles until they break
And you wonder if you’ve crossed a line
If it isn’t up to you this time
You shrug and say you’re fine
I let it slide this time ‘cause
I tend to go too far
And you try to hide the scars
This world can be so cruel
To tender souls like you when
Your limbs won’t carry you
And I’m trying but I am weak
I look at you like 'do I really wanna know?'
You reply, self-flagellating, 'I don’t really think so'
And while it doesn’t seem right
Well I just don’t wanna pry
You laugh a little
But your voice is brittle
And I don’t know what is left to do
But I know how to make you smile
If only for a while
And that’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?
(O My homunculus
I am ill
It seems that I’ve tried everything
But I’m breathing still)
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4. |
Damaged Goods
03:05
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So cynical for one so young
Insist you don’t believe in love
Tell me what are you running from, darling?
So once again you fucked it up
And was it worth the risk, my love?
Everybody’s got their motives, darling
And you’ve got a space for them (breathe!)
To be as weak as they please
You feel it pushing on you,
Pushing on you, push, push
You give and give and they take
You try to fix them, they break
You feel it pushing on you,
Pushing on you, push
Please do your best to be gentle
I’m damaged goods and I’m mental
Give me a second, I can bring it all down
Bring it back down, darling
Nobody has pure intentions
So honey, what was your question?
Give me a second, I can bring it all down
Bring it back down, darling
So you’re on your knees again
What are you praying for, my friend?
No man or woman heaven-sent
‘Cause you finally got a reprieve
Become whoever you please
You feel it calling for you,
Calling so you push, push
No such thing as a deep down
You are the choice you make now
You feel it calling for you,
Calling so you push
‘Cause I know that I’ve been hurt before
But still I’m crawling back for more
Of what I lost and what I stand to gain
I know that I’ve been hurt before
But still I’m crawling back for more
In the hope that maybe I am not the same
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5. |
Ill Will
03:26
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Ill will
The sister of madness
The daughter of love
The murder of kindness
Bad blood
The sting of abrasion
A new suit of armour
For any occasion
Waltzing out the
Door once more
Before some
Body can let you down
Young love
The pull of that something
That arrogant wanting
The murder of time
Young love
The father of ill will
Lingering on still
Though we move on
It’s the thrill of the chasing,
The burning, the aching
That makes me feel alive
When love is a race you’re
Always running
Always short on time
Trust me
I come to you gladly
Although I tread softly
Don’t leave me behind
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6. |
Anaheim
03:14
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This is my Hollywood ending
This is my Disneyland ride
This is my hopeless devotion
This is the death of my pride
This is my head on the highway
My Californian wine
This is my Love in the Afternoon
This is my Anaheim
Don’t know where I’m going
Don’t know if I should
But if you came with me
That would be pretty good
Don’t know my way around LA
Nor Sunset Boulevard
But when you’re riding tandem with me
Nothing seems that hard
I close my lips and pretend to be cold
Cover my tracks ’cause I think I’ve struck gold
I’m staking my claim and I’m guarding it with my life
A heart on hiatus has been heading home
Since I put my number and name in your phone
I’ve buried my hatchets, forgiven the wrongs I can’t right
I guess what I’m trying to tell you
Is the thing that I don’t wanna say
’Cause who in their right mind could weld so much power
And give every morsel away?
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7. |
Grace
03:43
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Written, performed and produced by Sam Timmings in a series of bedrooms. Mastered by TKO at The Armoury, Wellington NZ.
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8. |
Rome
03:45
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One tree on a lonely hill
One life, one bitter pill
Seven years and crossing out the names
One night, one bridge too far
We were sitting in my car
I confessed I’d had too much to drink
You bright and pretty things
Push pins through both my wings
Take me home and never turn the page
If I could go back now
Relive it all somehow
I wouldn’t try to act my age
We were smoking in the park
You got still, your eyes got dark
I could tell you had something to say
‘If we’re young and lovely once
Why’s it have to hurt so much?
Seven more and I’ll forget your face
When you hold me like that
It almost feels like home
I never was much good at romance, but
When in Rome
How many love songs is too many love songs?
How many bridges is one bridge too far?
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9. |
Wasted
03:36
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I’ve been spitting on the memories we made
Drinking on my own a little much for someone who’s okay
Go on and tell me it’s a waste
O I might need a doctor I have
Come unstuck in time and space
I’m fine
Really it’s all good
Tell me I’m alright
Tell me we’re all good
I’m wasted
On wishing
I never met you I can’t
Forget you
Burned into
Both of my retinas
You’re wasted
On wishing
That pain in your side would vanish
This knife we’re
Still gripping
We’ll never let go of
Ain’t it funny how the love that you could not recall
Became the one thing that your heart could not forget
Well you can fill the hole
You can move on, you can grow
O but the spectre of my body isn’t finished with you yet
Is it better to forget than be
A martyr to your memory
Could I finally be rid of you
If I could only follow through
Is it better to forget than be
(I don’t remember what it was I saw in you)
A martyr to your memory
(’Cause right now I see nothing)
Without you would I still be me
(You don’t remember what it was you felt for me)
Of something else entirely
(’Cause right now you feel nothing)
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10. |
The Pink
03:38
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I thought I was a storm
A cloud above the wreckage of the only love I’d known
I guess I was wrong
What a sweet relief to find that I was human all along
And though I can’t imagine why you care as much as you do
I’m gonna do my best to sit back and be happy with you
Not always good as gold, but I’ve been starting to think
If you stick with me we’ll be in the pink
I got high hopes
Honey don’t paint me blue
’Cause I bet all my money on you
Though I can be callous,
Self-destructive and cruel
I got high hopes
Honey don’t paint me blue
I gave you my jumper
Never wore it anyways
You pulled it over your head, said
That it smelled like me
And reminded you of my room back when we met
No I’m not easy and it’s so hard to please me
Baby, believe me, I know
But if you follow through I’ll be following you
And there’s no telling where we could go
I can wear bad blood as armour
Always had a flair for drama
I can hit you where it hurts
Always had a way with words
(And I’m sorry, baby
No I didn’t mean it
And I’m sorry, baby)
I got high hopes
Honey don’t paint me blue
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