1. |
ballad of the sun
04:00
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we're all born under the sun
crawling, walking, learning to run
we'll all grow, under the sun
it's in our hearts, our minds, our homes
hand in hand
grains of sand
we'll take our stand
we're all alone and drunk
wander the world surrounded by junk
we crawl, we walk, we run
raise our hands to the heavens
in praise of the sun
we'll take our stand
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2. |
albatross
04:02
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hey, little sister
what have they done with you?
left you out in the rain
oxidizing, so lonely
trying to cover up the pain
I could not leave you in this place
the words I wanted, I could not find them, I could not learn to say
I reached out my hands for you, I watched you fall into space
I reached out to save you, I watched you fall into space
I could not leave you here
campaigning for rust
rubbing your dry hands together and marveling
at the dust
theses coca cola cans hang 'round my neck
like some lost albatross
their liquid weight reminds me
it's time to start counting the cost
I could not leave you here
without liquor and without beer
to try to find your way down
so I left without
a
sound
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3. |
fishlicker
07:15
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falling asleep in your shaking arms
promise to protect me, keep me safe from harm
this train will rock our hearts to sleep
swallow us in safety, keep us from our grief
day to night, night to day
the sun will rise
no matter what we say
we seem so unaware
it's all true, all blue
under the water
the fish swim upstream, never to return
but I know this train will carry me
home
Look up at the sky, see the clouds fall
I listened for your song, listened for your call
under the water
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4. |
in the ground
05:03
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the feeling was here, the feeling is gone
it ebbs and it flows
the spirit was here, the spirit is gone
it rises and falls
all I want is no surprises at all
the ceiling was here, the ceiling is gone
who's floor am I lying on?
it's taken all of my life to write the words
to this useless love song
put me back where I was found
put me back
in the ground
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5. |
mechanical man
06:02
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you can't tell me it doesn't matter now
it will all find it's place somehow
you can't tell me we don't matter now
we'll all find our place somehow
don't tear down the walls of your life just
yet
it's so hard to remember
easy to forget
you can manufacture reason
manufacture regret
label this as treason
but we're not done yet
don't tear down the walls of your life just
yet
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The Tallest Whites Port Hope, Ontario
Weird math punk from eastern Ontario. Songs about sun worship, problem drinking and riding trains out of war-torn countries.
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