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Explorer Of
04:06
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I'm an explorer of nothing
No stranger to lying
And there's politics in my pocket
Searching for that warmer climate
Flirting with change and stains
All the hands that touch you
Well they touch me too
And you talk like a parrot
It's no secret
Crew cut bandit
American wallet
Search for the slut with spirit
I hear she really takes it
No no
Flirting with change and stains
All the hands that touch you
Well they touch me too
And you talk like a parrot
It's no secret
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2. |
Sound Collage
03:40
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Don't get your wires crossed
We'll see who’s boss
Oh yes we will
It won't be long now
It won't belong
Wires crossed
There's red in me
And there's orange in you
Can you feel it sun
Can you feel it too
This heat on me
And this heat on you
Oh yes I can
Oh yes he can
Oh yes we can
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3. |
Narration
01:58
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History, is untrue
History, was made for you
Your eyes are barely open
Your eyes are barely closed
Your eyes are so good looking
Your eyes are barely working
You don't care
Enough about time
I don't care
Enough about why
Your eyes are barely open
Your eyes are barely closed
Your eyes so good looking
Your eyes are barely working
Take a bath
In something new
Take a bath
In something that lasts
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4. |
The Story
05:09
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If we were a shirt
We would be striped
If I was a color
You'd be the light
If you were a child
I'd be your kite
Yeah if I was a shirt
I'd be yours for life
If you were broken
I would be nice
At least the first night
At least that first night
And if we started dating
I'd be all the fights
You'd be perfectly cooked rice
I'd be that awkward spice
If you were a bitch
You'd still have some rights
Yeah if I was a shirt
I’d be yours for life
Yours for life
If I was a shirt
I'd be yours for life
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5. |
Smokestax
03:33
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Smokestax sunset
Coming down on the off ramp
A train track crash
I make friends with that
Where'd he go
No one knows
Up in smoke
Bringing it back to bear on you
Flowers in the garbage
I call them artists
Flowers in your garbage
I call for justice
We the living - Where'd he go
Living for, living for - No one knows
We the living - Up in smoke
Living for tomorrow
Drown that spider in my wine
Drown that spider one more time
Drown that spider in my wine
Drown that spider
Bringing it back to bear on you
Smokestax sunset
Coming down on the off ramp
A train track crash
I make friends with death
We the living, living for, living for
We the living, living for tomorrow
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6. |
Won't
03:42
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Beware the band of villains
Searching for extra medicine
Beware the band of villains
Searching for extra medicine
When I wake up
I know you won't
When I come home
I know you won't
But you can help
And you can hold
But I won’t
No I won’t
I won't, I won't
I won't
I won't, I won't
I won't
Beware the band of villains
Searching for extra medicine
Beware the band of villains
Searching for extra medicine
I won't, I won't
I won't
Punch and kick and push em down
You can climb a litte more
A little more
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7. |
Bends Enormous
04:11
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I crayon my ceiling blue
And shade around my room
I name every hue
And leave the rest to you
But outdoors are the blackened creatures
Oh the clans of preaching cedars
Oh they're acres upon alters
Oh we're nature's growing authors
For you
Oh, and the waves, and the waves
The thunder we made
And the crashing of it's waves
And the waves
For you
And the waves
I crayon my ceiling blue
And shade around my room
I name every hue
And leave the rest to you
For you
Black tide
Comes searching for me
As gold rays
Calm the crashing sea
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Sleepy Mean Toronto, Ontario
SLEEPY MEAN is a band of four silly boys in their prime. An engineer, an accountant, an artist and a drummer share the duties of domesticating an evolving musical beast that lives in a suburban basement.
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