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Roll Over Lola
03:18
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Whenever I get home I put on my Chinese suit
And dance on over to you
Because when I walk alone the sidewalk is cold as stone
And I never been one for doing what I'm told
So roll over Lola
Roll over me
Roll over Lola
While the leaves fall from the trees
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to refuse you
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to refuse the things you do
Because when we walk alone the sidewalk is as good as gold
And we never been ones for doing what we're told
So roll over Lola
Roll over me
Roll over Lola
While the leaves fall from the trees
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Cognac & Mirrors
03:36
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Well worries come looking for me in my bed
I shut up my mind, I sleep in my head
Because troubles come always
and lay at my feet
Without all these troubles my life would be sweet
I lived on that mountain you try to call home]
I smoked pure psychosis straight to my dome
So when you are writing your masterpiece
Don't forget about the holy and the endless mother sea
Oo la la la
Old Moses he knows this
and he knows something else
The machines in your heart they are aching to yell
But a slow night of nothing and no one and vice
Brings a morning of hail, of cold sleet & ice
So bring me the sun when you're feeling undone
I'll dance with the butchers and I'll sing with the nuns
Don't tell me no lies
and I'll tell you plain truth
Your cognac and lives are tools of the spooks
Oo la la la
Well you can't tell my fictions are my only facts
Don't tell me my problems
I won't tell you how to act
And I never said I was the gentle kind
I love my cheap beer, but I won't drink your wine
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Will Be
04:17
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We'll be truthful, we'll be smiling
We'll be rivers on an island
We'll be patient, we'll be sweet
We'll be vegetables then we'll be meat
I got a sad face on my shoulders
A little sadder every year it gets older
I got a sad face on my shoulders
I got a blue voice, that's getting bolder
So señor, mira aqui
I don't know what's happened to me
Oh señor, have mercy please
I only believe in what I can't see
I was born again in the year 2010
Now you're telling me it ain't that easy
But if armageddon is near
I ain't gonna shave my beard
Cuz I wanna look just like Jesus
Me and St. Stephen
We drink til we get even
Then we just sit around and grin
So señor, mira aqui
I don't know what's happened to me
Oh señor, have mercy please
I only believe in what I can't see
We'll be truthful, we'll be smiling
We'll be rivers on an island
We'll be patient, we'll be sweet
We'll be vegetables then we'll be meat
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Won't Be
03:26
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I been on that lost highway
You been in your blooms
I was drinking at the baseball game
You didn't know what to do
I was on the last raft boat
You been swimming in the moat
That's where you made all your lizard friends
I heard some of them want me dead
Keeping you cold like an eskimo
Letting you go like the wind must blow
I been loving people everyday
You been learning how to pray
I been wandering through endless nights
You been getting into lots of fights
I been late since I was born
You been lying to the mother moon
I been living with my broken ribs
You been living out on the skids
Keeping you cold like an eskimo
Letting you go like the wind must blow
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Suspect Jones
06:37
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Everyone's ugly, that's what she says
Everyone's ugly when they're dead
People get ugly in their beds
People get lucky when they're dead
Then she says its love, love love love
Saving you in the end
Yes she says its love, love love love
It's gonna live on when you're dead
There's no good cities, there's no good cities left
Yes there no good cities, that's what she says
So move on back to your mountains
Where you drink your wine from bloody fountains
And there's no good people, there's no good people left
There's no good people, least that's she said
But then she said it's love, love love love
Saving you in the end
She says it's love, love love love
That's gonna live on when you're dead
Everyone is friendly back in your hometown
Everyone is friendly when you're the class clown
But nobody wants to read your poems anymore
Even at the parties everyone says lookit that boy, he's such a bore
And there's no good words to tell your story
They already been used to write the morning in all its glory
And there's no good colors, they all been painted away
And there's no good flowers
They all withering away
but what do we say
We say it's love, love love love
Saving us in the end
Yes it's love, love love love
My friends
That's gonna live on when we're dead
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TEA SHADE RECORDS Brooklyn, New York
Tea Shade Records is a Brooklyn based DIY record label and community of artists. We write, record, produce, and release all our own material.
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