1. |
Intro (收旧报纸)
02:22
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收旧报纸. Siu gu bo zua. Beli surat khabar lama.
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2. |
An Adaptation
01:47
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My buddy and me, we were riding our horses late into the night.
When we stumbled upon three wayward sisters who practiced future sight.
They called me over to come gaze upon bitch’s brew.
It was kind of neat; it was kind of dark, it was the sort of thing I liked.
Oh, I will survive in the two lines.
I will survive between the written rhyme.
They said I would never die; I could never lose
Unless of course, I was to meet a fool like you.
Oh, I will survive in the two lines.
I will survive between the written rhyme.
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3. |
Like A Blade Of Grass
03:20
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My angst lacked originality.
I stewed myself in the summer.
Everyday, like a blade of grass.
Trapped against a rock at the river’s edge.
17 hours later, I sink from the surface to its depth.
Not on my volition, by divination.
Amused by my childish ways.
The fish who idle.
The tortoise who trudges.
As the undercurrent drags me.
The lower I sink (???)
The streams to the delta.
The delta to the sea.
I am a blade of grass under the sea
My direction is decided by the undercurrent.
I’ve loved so many times to take me where I wound up.
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4. |
Oh, Miss Maria
04:00
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Curse this fevered state of mind, give me a thing to call all mine.
You sure reek of some hipster shit: full of emotion, devoid of wit.
So how many times will they write this song, the one one where the drums go
Tsk-tsk-tak-tsk-tsk-tak
(Trippy! because we experiment with our sound. This is the very ever first time a delay pedal has been used in this way, okay? Fuck-face.)
Oh Ms. Livid came to try but she’s got more problems than I can pry.
So curse this fevered state of mind, give me a style to call all mine.
Oh, Ms. Maria, I’ve tried and I’ve failed to understand the goodness of this world.
And try as I may, for tomorrow or today, there’s still no time like yesterday.
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5. |
Don't Talk To My Son
02:38
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Ah.
I’ll say it again.
Don’t talk to my son.
Don’t talk to my son, motherfucker.
And what if you do?.
Well, I’ll kick your fucking ass.
That’s what I’d do.
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6. |
Candlelight
03:27
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I tossed my keys into the black.
It felt relieving to know.
That I won’t have another way back.
And through the dirty, and through the sludge.
I satiate my grudge against you.
All of you, and also all mankind.
So fly away via candlelight.
And everybody’s waiting for a long, long time for something.
Oh look above through the changing tides.
And everybody’s waiting for a long, long time for something.
So fly away via candlelight.
And everybody’s waiting for a long, long time for something.
Oh look above for the changing lights.
And everybody’s waiting for a long, long time for something.
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This little bird, he likes to swing, singing: “flow me away, just flow me away.”
This little bird, he likes to sing, singing: “throw me away, just throw me away.”
Fly, fly, fly from the motherland — far, far, far from your home.
Fly, fly, fly from the motherland — far, far, far for your soul.
You can try, try, try but you can’t lie to yourself.
Baby’s gonna cry, cry, cry like a little bitch.
This little bird, he likes to sink, singing: “throw me away, just flow me away.”
This little bird, he likes to sing, singing: “throw me away, just throw me away.”
Fly, fly, fly from the motherland — far, far, far from your home.
Fly, fly, fly from the motherland — far, far, far for your soul.
You can try, try, try but you can’t lie to yourself.
Baby’s gonna cry, cry, cry like a little bitch.
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Sherry, night-time, with everyone and everything.
It’s scary; is there a morning light yet to come?
Out in the night is afraid, but out in the dark is a friend.
It’s Sherry, and she’s coming to meet me.
It’s Sherry, and she blows me away.
And it’s weird and it’s dark, could call me a fool.
She calm like the dark, could call me a fool.
And it’s weird and it’s dark, could call me a fool for you.
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9. |
Weekender
01:57
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I am a conscious eater
The model citizen of a forward-moving society.
I make me an ideal candidate for the position that you have listed.
Watch me pave the way in customer satisfaction as I engage with clients new and old
I am flexible. I am honest. I live for the passion.
I am a team player. I am a go-getter. I live for the weekend.
Ask yourself if it is better to be C2C in a market environment that’s mostly B2B2C
Think: synergy.
We look out for new partnerships, we drive globally by outlining strategic market penetration and also of your ass.
Watch us win. Watch us with that three-day weekend.
Watch us win. Watch us with that three-day weekend.
I am flexible. I am honest. I live for the passion.
I am a team player. I am a go-getter. I live for the weekend.
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10. |
Once
02:18
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Once. out of my head, and coming round again. Again.
Thoughts at the back of my head, it feeds an awful friend.My friend.
Oh happy cat, I hope to see you in the morning.
There’s so much time to kill, I see you crossing through the morning rain.
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11. |
Sai Kang Warrior
04:23
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How ‘bout that tropical rain?
Yeah some dance and some just feel the same
But we don’t pay no mind, we don’t pay no mind, we don’t pay no mind.
‘Cause we don’t have the time.
She pulls the scissors out her neck.
And that’s great: attack by self-attack.
But you don’t ever mind, you don’t ever mind, you don’t ever mind.
If she’s out of her mind.
Yeah, you have my everything, my everything.
Yeah, you have my everything, my everything.
I guess it’s true that it’s never too late.
To those ends, I choke and suffocate
‘Cause we don’t have the time, we don’t have the time, we don’t have the time.
Yet time is all we have.
My friend, know that you are never alone.
It’s so hard to think of growing old.
But you don’t have to try, you don’t have to try, you don’t have to try,
Yeah, you have my everything, my everything.
(Penis, penis, Damian suck my penis)
“Love (爱)” on the TV with years to go.
Per viewer ratings, we still have room to grow.
Yeah in a place in time, in a place in time, in a place in time.
Yeah, you have my everything, my everything.
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12. |
Big Stone Roll
03:23
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Big stone roll and I stare like I’m old.
I’m just a big roach stuck on a boat.
I’m just a deadbeat pushing my heartbeat.
Standing on my feet, when will I float?
Red Star Smokes and you do what you’re told or you die.
It’s never not too late, we just have to mate.
It’s never not too late to overcompensate.
Wait now, it’s a disease now. We am a disease, how will we revolt?
It’s like the king of the dahlias who killed the magnolias; flower power never seemed so cold.
Pigs starve, he’s scared of feet scars, don’t wanna get used.
It’s never not too late, we just have to mate.
It’s never not too late to overcompensate.
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13. |
A Barbell Called Nadine
04:08
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Woke up this morning to the count of 3.
I ate a bean from my Lean Cuisine.
Washing my face in a cold basin.
My dick’s a tiny raisin.
Gotta work it, gotta push it. Gotta get real tough.
Chicken breasts.
I got a barbell and she’s called Nadine.
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14. |
Wrapped In Plastic
02:08
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15. |
Sky Blue
03:17
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16. |
Kiss her, Charlie Brown
03:51
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I kiss it on the cheek; can you make it a different (time)
Time is on the beat; but you tell it a different lie.
You tell it a different lie.
(You know why that little red-haired girl never notices me? It’s because I’m nothing, when she looks over, there’s nothing to see! How can she see someone who’s nothing!)
I kiss it on the cheek; can you make it a different (time)
Time is on the beat; but you tell it a different lie.
You tell it a different lie.
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17. |
Bug Chaser
04:03
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I’ve taken this empty room and filled it up with things I find
I filled it up with empty sights, I filled it up with empty minds
Everyday the walls go leaner. Everyday the crows roam free-er
Filled it up with all these people, filled it up with all these dance moves.
(Yeah, and I can jive)
Feed me your disease and I’ll remain
Because it’s never ever been the same
I want to live with you out on your plane
I want to live with you out on your plane
(So I can jive)
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Ah.
Silly Sally moved down from Detroit.
Came down south to play music where the music’s made.
Rasps her voice, grows out her moustache.
Every Tuesday, playing with the Sally’s band.
Baby Mandy from the Great North, came to play with the best, because the best she was.
On a six-string; Robben Ford and Joe. These were names on a list she wanted in on.
(???) lives inside a screen, pushing buttons, buttons to make rhythms flow.
We don’t like it; but it’s just the way things are. Not excited, but it’s just the way things are.
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19. |
Channel Surfer
02:53
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I turn my TV on to see you again in colour.
I turn my TV off to see you again in my head.
Oh TV girl, I know that it goes so slowly.
Oh TV girl, we’ll just have to wait for so long.
I see them on the news, they found all that blood on your mirror
And on the bed you slept, they found you without your head.
Because it was never enough just so see you inside my head.
Oh TV girl, I know that it goes so slowly.
Oh TV girl, we’ll just have to wait for so long.
(I’ll be waiting here just for you)
Oh TV girl, I know that it goes so slowly.
Oh TV girl, we’ll just have to wait for so long.
Oh TV girl, I know that it goes so slowly.
Oh TV girl, we’ll just have to wait for so long.
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20. |
Blue Dogs
04:12
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Doggies in blue, nice to meet you too.
I’m a little doggie too.
Please sniff my butt, we’re all here just mutts.
It’s nice to have a little fun.
Long live the eye that judges this, our lives.
Long live the ear that listens to our fears.
Dont. Sell. Me. Out.
If I said what I wanted to, would you arrest me if they told you to?
And if I said I didn’t mean it too, doggie do? Doggie do? Doggie do.
If I said what I wanted to, would you arrest me if they told you to?
And if I said I didn’t mean it too, doggie do? Doggie do? Doggie do.
Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. Pet me.
Doggies in blues, they don’t have a clue.
Because they’re just little doggies too.
If I said what I wanted to, would you arrest me if they told you to?
And if I said I didn’t mean it too, doggie do? Doggie do? Doggie do.
If I said what I wanted to, would you arrest me if they told you to?
And if I said I didn’t mean it too, doggie do? Doggie do? Doggie do.
Woof. Woof.
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21. |
A Diddly Man
04:16
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Said the man in the middle of a cuddle: “hey can you feel me?”
Her vacant stare’s just a diddle, her minds a riddle.
But he can take it now.
Can you take it now?
Said the man in the middle of a cuddle: “hey can you feel them?”
Her vacant stare’s just a diddle, her minds a riddle.
But he can take it now.
He can take it now.
Said the man in the middle in a cuddle: “hey can you feel me?”
Her vacant stare’s just a diddle, her minds a riddle.
But he can take it now.
Can you take it now?
It always pleases me to please you; I’ll always please you, if you can love me.
There’s always room for another, another brother. Hey, can you fill me?
Hey, can you fill me?
Said the man in the middle in a cuddle: “hey can you feel me?”
Her vacant stare’s just a diddle, her minds a riddle.
But he can take it now.
Can you take it now?
And it goes, it goes.
Her vacant stare’s just a diddle, her minds a riddle.
But he can take it now.
Said the man in the middle in a cuddle: “hey can you feel me?”
Can you feel me now?
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22. |
Prima Donna Flies
02:41
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(What onion?)
Prima Donna brings another ashtray to her home.
She breathes, it smells like flies.
But can you blame her? For the ones that use her company?
That fill her head with lies.
The good is coming
(It’s coming, it’s coming)
The good is coming
(It’s coming, it’s coming)
Yeah I can feel it in my thighs.
Sweet surrender hanging off a branch up in your tree.
They fill my head with flies.
Oh sweet sister, tell us how you make a martyr true?
“You fill her head with lies”
The good is coming
(It’s coming, it’s coming)
The good is coming
(It’s coming, it’s coming)
Yeah I can feel it in my thighs.
A true believer watches from the ledge and not the ground, as prima donna flies.
(Fuck)
Oh (???) took her final step into the black. And now she sleeps with flies.
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23. |
Limonata
01:20
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Emptiness like a sunless sea.
Why memories always seem to be happiness in the minor key?
I’ll swim away with you, Kapi
I remember how it used to be.
Yeah young and dumb always seemed to be happiness in the minor key.
I’ll swim away with you, Kapi
I’ll swim away to the ends of the ocean
I’ll swim away until my body rots to nothing
Because I pay no mind to the changing of the seasons.
And right now, the seasons never seem to change.
Emptiness like a sunless sea.
Why memories always seem to be happiness in the minor key?
I’ll swim away with you, Kapi.
Kapi. Swim A-woooooo.
(Scats amazingly)
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I see the sun and he makes me sigh.
He wants to see her face.
He’d rather live in his drippy eye, basking in his shame.
Mr. Sun missed the sunday race, missed the summer haze.
He missed the sound from outer space. He missed her everyday.
She told you her letter, Mr. Sun you better get her because her words won’t stick for long.
I see the sun and he makes me sigh.
He wants to see her face.
He’d rather live in his drippy eye, basking in his shame.
Mr. Sun missed the sunday race, missed the summer haze.
He missed the sound from outer space. He missed her everyday.
She told you her letter, Mr. Sun you better get her because her words won’t stick for long.
I see the sun and he makes me sigh.
He wants to see her face.
He’d rather live in his drippy eye, basking in his shame.
basking in his shame. basking in his shame.
She told you her letter, Mr. Sun you better get her because her words won’t stick for long.
She told you her letter, Mr. Sun you better get her because her words won’t stick for long.
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Creature Comforts Singapore
Guitarist-songwriter Danyo hails from the mystical Batu Pahat, where albino crocodiles roam, magical cave fish grant wishes
and thousands of stray dogs roam in a paradise at the edge of town.
Creature Comforts is the name of the Singapore-based musician's solo project. He's also a member of Seattle-based YOY.
"Say 'Yes' to everything that is good in this world; every day is a new day to try."
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