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Spoons & Other Cutlery
02:55
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I always knew we had something good.
From top to bottom.
I love your bottom.
You fix me better than fast food.
Don’t need a quarter pounder
Life’s better when i’m around her.
Men built wonders of the world for less than this
I’d buy your meal deal girl for just one kiss.
I don’t think that i’m explaining
How much the world would suck without you.
I think it goes without saying
I want to be the ball chained to you.
Dance with me in the living room.
I’m no Patrick Swayze
But won't put you in the corner baby
Can’t live a life without your spoon
And other cutlery, doesn’t cut it for me.
I don’t think that i’m explaining
How much the world would suck without you.
I think it goes without saying
I want to be the ball chained to you.
I don’t think that i’m explaining
How much the world would suck without you.
I think it goes without saying
I want to be the ball chained to you.
I don’t think that i’m explaining
How much the world would suck without you.
I think it goes without saying
I want to be the ball chained to you.
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2. |
Pretzels & Poptarts
02:21
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What’s your poison?
Hope you’ll tell me that it’s me.
Let’s drink till we can’t feel
Let’s live like we’ll always be.
If I could be the only one that gets in your head
If I could be the only one that you know the best
If I could be the only one that gets stuck in your head
I could bring you pretzels and pop tarts in bed.
Won’t you take a chance on me
You know, I’m playing for keeps.
There’s nothing we couldn’t do.
Darling, I’d lay the smackdown for you.
If I could be the only one that gets in your head
If I could be the only one that you know the best
If I could be the only one that gets stuck in your head
I could bring you pretzels and pop tarts in bed.
The only one, the only one.
If I could be the only one that gets in your head
If I could be the only one that you know the best
If I could be the only one! (That gets stuck in your head)
If I could be the only one! (I could bring you pretzels and pop tarts in bed).
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3. |
Eddie & Valerie
03:12
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I wish that you could make me feel
Like I’m all you ever wanted
But I’m loose change in your pocket
I won’t consume all this sympathy
I’d rather be forgotten
Then the replacement that you brought in
There are hearts, and there are minds to be made up
And there will be other girls who want to be loved
I want to slow dance to power ballads
Sing karaoke to Van Halen’s greatest hits
I don’t care if you’re Pro Dave or Sammy
I’ll be your Eddie if you will be my Valerie
This is the year for my self-esteem
I’m changing for the better
Throwing out your letters
I used to listen to those playlists on repeat
Wilco into Whitesnake
Songs about heartbreak
I want to slow dance to power ballads
Sing karaoke to Van Halen’s greatest hits
I don’t care if you’re Pro Dave or Sammy
I’ll be your Eddie if you will be my Valerie
I want to slow dance to power ballads
Sing karaoke to Van Halen’s greatest hits
I don’t care if you’re Pro Dave or Sammy
I’ll be your Eddie if you will be my Valerie
I want to slow dance
I want to slow dance
I want to slow dance
I want to slow dance
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4. |
Lust & That's All
03:16
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Don’t make a habit of this
Being pulled through in reverse
A lack of common sense is
Killing your kindness like a curse
Keep making promises that
You can barely tip off your tongue
And your intonation is
Sending the wrong, wrong, wrong
Keep messing with my poor brain
Learning there’s lust, and that’s all there really is
Don’t make a habit of this
Fixing drinks and breaking hearts
A lack of common sense is
What winds us back up at the start
Keep making promises like
We’re not serious but its love
Our only hope is that it
That it’ll soon be gone.
Keep messing with my poor brain
Learning there’s lust, and that’s all there really is
You, keep messing with my poor brain
Learning there’s lust, and that’s all there really is
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5. |
Pasodoble (Intro)
00:19
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6. |
Pasodoble
03:30
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We pasodoble
And I lost my car
You were quoting Tellison
Quoting Freud and how he links the teeth to the heart.
Shouldn’t second guess me
I’m not a gambling man,
But I can sing Kenny Rogers
and drink just as fast as you can.
Wanted to merengue
I was falling apart.
Kept telling me to check out
eBooks on Veganism.
I couldn’t disappoint you
My spirit already left
Sang karaoke to Hall and Oates’ Family Man
When it gets, to the point that you’re seeing double.
Your contact lenses have dried out, and I have burst the bubble.
Call me a crutch, but I’ll be the one to help you put the bottle down.
When it gets, to the point that you’re seeing double.
Your contact lenses have dried out, and I have burst the bubble.
Call me a crutch, but I’ll be the one to help you put the bottle down.
Down.
Down.
When it gets, to the point that you’re seeing double.
Your contact lenses have dried out, and I have burst the bubble.
Call me a crutch, but I’ll be the one to help you put the bottle down.
Down.
Down.
We Pasodoble
I lost my car
You shouldn’t second guess me…
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7. |
Marigold Moon
03:06
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I can taste the decay coming from the front row
Popcorn and the hotdogs that are filling a hole
Watching Silver Screens
Trying to Feel Happy.
Frame a photograph, a classic scene of regret
Long to be the centre third focussed in your lens
Chemical Impulses
Sending false hopes through my bones
A Marigold Moon
A Swiffer Sunset
A Marigold Moon
Oh clean my conscience
I’ve a city sensibility. I can hold my own.
Running my mouth like I’m in a marathon
The State of disrepair
Distance from here to there.
I long to lose my self and focus in on the floor
Frailties and the cracks that run from here to the door
A permanent patient
Looking for the quickest fix
Send me home
A Marigold Moon
A Swiffer Sunset
A Marigold Moon
Oh clean my conscience
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the old spice and cigarettes
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the old spice and cigarettes
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8. |
Blasé
04:12
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Every day, it’s a fight to keep from fading.
Since I found out, my parts will one day fail me.
I’m breaking up with the consequence of ageing.
Yes, I am told it’s Blasé I am being.
This feeling of getting old but never healing.
No warranty is going to save me.
I’m not feeling so self-assured
Haven’t felt like myself lately.
Second, guessing all of my words
Giving you pet names like baby.
If you’re the one, then I’m a zero surely.
No binary code was ever going to cure me.
Be my PUK code and come and unlock me.
I’m not feeling so self-assured
I’ve not felt like myself lately.
Second-guessing all of my words
Giving you pet names like baby.
Be my baby?
Be my baby?
Be my baby?
With one fell swoop, you lost it.
You flew too close and you flopped it.
With one fell swoop, you lost it.
You flew too close and you flopped it.
I’m not feeling so self-assured
I’ve not felt like myself lately.
Second-guessing all of my words
Giving you pet names like baby.
Be my baby?
Be my baby?
Be my baby?
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9. |
A Pop of Bubblegum
02:53
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I’m a sugar fix
That you can’t get
A drooling mouth
A bitten mother tongue
You’re a cheap trick
That one last kiss
One “I just need this.”
And i’ll feel right again.
Yes I’ll feel right again.
Come pick me up.
We’ll go paint the town.
Turn me from half full to bottomed out.
I’m seeing things,
that I shouldn’t see
The fix is in, and I’m the jury.
Woah oh, ooo, ooo!
Woah oh.
I’m pouring out words
That I’ve only heard
In newspaper columns
And on your Tumblr.
You’re making signs
That I recognise.
A come here eye
A pop of bubble gum
A pop of bubble gum
Come pick me up.
We’ll go paint the town.
Turn me from half full to bottomed out.
I’m seeing things that I shouldn’t see.
The fix is in, and I’m the jury.
I’m the ironic slogan
On your T-Shirt
Hoping that you notice
I wrote such clever words.
Come pick me up.
We’ll go paint the town.
Turn me from half full to bottomed out.
I’m seeing things that I shouldn’t see.
The fix is in, and I’m the jury.
Woah oh, ooo, ooo!
Woo!
A pop of bubblegum
A pop of bubblegum
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10. |
Love Song Reject
07:34
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My skin crawls
From collect calls
I’ve been charging to my brain
The forum trolls
Who go for worts and all
Name a price, and I would pay
I want discontent to ring in my own head.
Long to be a love song reject.
I want discontent and if you’re willing to sell it.
I’ve got a power-pop song and a cheap trick that can’t lose.
If you’d sing my tune.
My head hurts
And I’ve been making it worse
Filling it with ideals
Making my way through
Morning commute
Paul McKenna can’t save me.
Sick of hearing ‘how’s the weather there?’
Sick of feigning care, ‘No, I really care!’
Wishful thinking, wishful thinking.
Sick of saying ‘what’s a boy to do?’
Sick of saying ‘I’ve got a point to prove’
Wishful thinking, Wishful thinking.
I want discontent to ring in my own head.
Long to be a love song reject.
I want discontent and if you’re willing to sell it.
I've got a power-pop song and a cheap trick that can’t lose.
If you’d sing my tune.
My skin crawls
From collect calls
I’ve been charging to my brain
The forum trolls
Who go for worts and all
Name a price, and I would pay
I want discontent to ring in my own head.
Long to be a love song reject.
I want discontent and if you’re willing to sell it.
I've got a power-pop song and a cheap trick that can’t lose.
If you’d sing my tune.
It’s you I write about, all these songs and all these words.
My life would really suck without you
They help me figure out how to make sense of this world.
If I could be the only boy
It’s you I write about, all these songs and all these words.
I wanna slow dance
They help me figure out how to make sense of this world.
My poor brain
It’s you I write about, all these songs and all these words.
We Pasodoble
They help me figure out how to make sense of this world.
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