1. |
Willful Ignorance
03:31
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Funny
How the time flies
When you're living alone
In a house that's made of glass
With a heart that's made of stone
I don't care what you say
You're gonna kill me anyway
I dont care about that
That's a price I gotta pay
But you should think real quick
Before you turn another trick
Cause the sun comes up
Every single day
And it hurts when I laugh
And it hurts when I don't
I'm still breathing but I never said I was ok
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2. |
Hello, My Love
03:28
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Hello, my love, I missed you so
Guess that I was hiding in a place that no one knows
Take one good look around and tell me
Where are we?
All the places we could be
Hello, my love, I've felt so incomplete
Guess that I had missed this sweet retreat
I'm going in the ground to plant the seeds
Tear out my roots of misery
Hello, my love, I can't believe
Hello, my love, we're so close
Hello, my love
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3. |
For The Love of Albert
03:11
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Childish things, toy guns & swings
Tears for us to cry
Happy Tuesday, dead on Wednesday
Friday gets us by
Look at all the surfboard people
Stiff as wood that water leaks through
Maybe we're just waiting for the perfect day to die
Die alone
One thing leads to another and then you go
And hope it isn't slow, oh
Walk along
From one street to the other, living alone
All my friends afraid of weapons
Firing in the street
Please relay this information, so that we can sleep:
I don't hate the God that made me
At least when I'm not feeling crazy
i'm not fighting wars that feel so cheap
You're gonna have to lie down and bleed
Goes to show
That one thing leads to another and then you know
You cannot be alone
I will go
Put my hand in another, there I will know
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4. |
I'll Understand
05:25
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I looked around and saw
A love affair, unresolved
It looked strange and felt weird
To clean my sins in her tears
Hate to see you lying in defeat
Cause you complete me
Words can't heal us
Not the real us
But I know what can
Wanted to say I missed you so
But my name, you don't know
I'll have a drink and fade from here
What's happening is so, so real
There's a flame in my way
I can't stay
Until I'm broke down and envious
I will love you, I'm not above you
Roses in the summer time
Everyone left behind
It's not right
Oh, my darling, I shot myself for fun
While I was blacked out playing with guns
If you leave me it won't be easy
But I'll Understand
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5. |
Malibu
02:21
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Walk on oceans grey, on a day
That I quit my 9-5, took off my shoes
Hung my noose
For a girl that wants me to hang
In their heads they want you to hang
Hang, hang, hang out
Now it's Saturday
And I'm looking for some sunshine
But it hides away underneath the grey sky
I must be a killer or something so offensive
Not a loser or a winner
You'll find me where the fence is
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Blue silk and velvet
Streetlights that bleed
Cut them out of crimson
Soak them through the sheets
Easy-minded nightfall
It hums a tune
Dance across our faces
Candlelight in June
Stop
I can't explain everything I do
Stop
The sky is falling from me to you
In purple lighting, floating in a dream
In a cage with hummingbirds
Fluttering their wings
Sabbath is arriving
Clean your silver spoon
Touch my skin in summertime
Candlelight in June
I can't explain everything I do
So stop
The sky is falling from me to you
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8. |
Flight 85
02:50
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9. |
A Dream About Bikes
03:36
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Forget the last things to you I spoke
I feel the same, don't you know
It's like a waking dream
Where I fall out of bed
Forget the love that's in my head
The scent of love that I once lost
Ain't worth the pain don't you know
I love my enemies
And I miss my friends
Know they'll still love me in the end
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10. |
Perennials
08:21
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I felt a wind as cold as can be
Locked up my bones
Threw me to the sea
Laughing like cancer
Swallowing dust
Giving no answer
For things that it does
Forgive my anger
You must understand
I'm left to wander alien lands
Approaching disaster
It's no good at all
Alone in a cold space
Waiting to fall
Appreciation, the forbidden art
Seeks orchestration that moves in the dark
Rattling cans
Making demands
Pulled into a battlefield ghost-town
No gun in hand
I'm sick of the fuss
And you're sick enough
Displeased with the pleasure of measure
Your doors rusted shut
But no need to worry
It's happened before
We're all in a hurry to hit the floor
Relatively, so cold it could freeze
The door that we want won't be opened
With skeleton keys
From cradle to grave, we stay the same
Name our discoveries while we
Forget our names
Autumn leaves fall and they swirl in the dirt
Summer brings flowers and chances to learn
We hate separation, don't lie to yourself
Despise allegation and physical wealth
The coming of spring, I know what it means
There's something out there better for me
So I got to leave
I can't rot away here, I'm too good for that
But you can come with me as long as you pack
We'll stop by the beach
And make us a fire
And I won't be tempted or interested in your desire
Look at me now
I'm all grown up
I don't know how
I got so tough
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Electric Fangs Maryland
Vince Paska
Baltimore, MD
Alternative Pop
musician/producer
email for work
Contact:
yourelectricfangs@gmail.com
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