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Solid Gold
03:47
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there's champagne to be poppin'
karm sutra for the coppin'
but you're looking much worse
than a cannonball being shot right through a fancy home
lots to be confessin'
bloody nose for the lesson
that looks much worse than it is
no need to moan and it's nobody's fault but your own
trunks to be locked in
pound of flesh and one more gin
red eyes rollin' down the empty hall
in the song about somebody's wonderwall
it must be friday
action-packed and long
coming at you sideways
until your blues be gone
some stories we'll be swappin'
strap your boots in and you're stompin'
you push on it hard til it hurts
and when it folds
wrap it up in gold and take it home
even though you're still survivin'
you scream to feel alive and
the last pull from the bong is too long
and we all end up in bed diagonal
you can hear the music playin'
yeah you diggin' what it saying
you push on it hard til it hurts
and when it folds
wrap it up in gold and take it home
it doesn't seem to matter that you ain't dead yet
you walk around
solid gold
incognito
and on a roll
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2. |
Tarantula
02:48
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sweet fever
a dull meat cleaver
two spider bites on my wrist and my finger
had a half-seizure ambulance
ride through a forest of chemical madness
I fell on my face due to my persistence
to escape from a permanent past tense
all this trouble
from a motherfuckin’ tarantula
the side effects of the antidote
left me feelin’ like a big black kaleidoscope
eight-legged
eight-eyed
eight million miles wide
swirlin’ inside my psychedelic mind
eight freaks and eight leaks
make the sauces with heat
yeah
and danger danger danger
so many ways to die
all this trouble
from a motherfuckin’ tarantula
I gotta find the girl that I love
in the white rubber gloves
and the overflowin’ cups
at the back of the bus
all this trouble
from a motherfuckin’ tarantula
all this trouble from a motherfucker
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3. |
Giraffe
03:04
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here I go again
sticking my neck out for a friend
I got some neck to spare
giraffe
trees blowin’ in the wind
extra long and thin
I want to be your man
giraffe
it feels gigantic
it creeps up slanted
a true romantic
here I go again
sticking my neck out for a friend
I got some neck to spare
giraffe
it feels gigantic
it creeps up slanted
a true romantic
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4. |
She Should Be The Queen
02:54
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she runs her black nails down my spine
up in her bedroom
pretty collection of bloody lines
lonely men outside
the street light glows orange in the night
it casts the shadows
little men in trench coats killing time
they stay up all night
they want to pull her out through the window
watch her die in the machine
she should be the queen
they want to pull her out through the window
give the people what they need
she should be the queen
she wears black and red wigs sometimes
teaches me lessons
another world for a small price
all night every night
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Straight Out
03:16
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he walked out of the door
his feet hit the ground
gonna settle the score
with his favourite black hoodie on
that felt more like a cop’s uniform
he went over the plans
again and again and again and again
he counted the fingers on his hands
and started to shout
straight out
I’m leaving
he walked on down the street
hands in his jeans
yellow shoes on his feet
with a catchy old melody
resonating somewhere behind his teeth
he went over the plans
again and again and again and again
he counted the fingers on his hands
and started to shout
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6. |
Spinning
03:52
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he had a strong drink and an accent she couldn’t guess
he had a safe word because of what happened out west
she looked at him with an eager grin
he laughed out loud and ordered one more gin
he had a strong drink and some stories that seemed to impress
she had an ironic ‘just say maybe’ button pinned to her chest
she looked at him and kissed his chin
he laughed out loud and ordered one more gin
she looked at him and rubbed his shin
he felt the first hints of getting sucked in
spinning out of control
spinning out of all control
spinning out of control
she looked at him with a shaky grin
he squeezed her thigh and remembered when
she stormed into the room in the ugly pink dress
took a mouthful of candy and invited him to bed
she stormed into the room in the ugly pink dress
took a mouthful of candy and invited him to bed
spinning out of control
spinning out of all control
spinning out of control
spinning out of all control
he had a strong drink and an accent she couldn’t guess
he had a safe word because of what happened out west
she stormed into the room in the ugly pink dress
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Out Of The Movies
03:06
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it all started in the blink of an eye
the soft slaughter
and the wrong number
and the near future trapped under water
evacuate Japan and California
it all started in the blink of an eye
the propaganda
and eat what you’re force fed
and the lost space of all things sacred
evacuate Japan and California
you dig the hole
to create me
hate me
you dig the hole just to break me
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8. |
Swim With Sharks
02:35
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the feeding frenzy can’t be stopped
they were waiting for the meat to drop
swimming in a tricky spot
maybe we should cut it off
dip you in the water do ya
wanna see how sharks are fed?
let the teeth a tear into ya
turn the salty salty water red
your insides on the outside
chunks of you floating
woo
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
the bleeding just can’t be stopped
pouring out the bottom
out of the top
the skin is turning white from shock
from the shock
dip you in the water do ya
wanna see how sharks are fed?
let the teeth a tear into ya
turn the salty water red
your insides on the outside
chunks of you floating
woo
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
dip you in the water do ya
wanna see how sharks are fed?
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Cowboys in Cardigans Toronto, Ontario
→ Cowboys in Cardigans is a rock & roll trio from Toronto that play loud & fast & sing songs about animals.
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