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Low Place Like Home
04:37
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You walk all over,
in your blunderstones,
In your own road movie,
with your one armed man,
Gonna make it to the problem page;
troubleshoot your life,
Gonna make it to the problem page;
need some time and space
just to find yourself,
I hope you find yourself
In a Low Place Like Home,
Low Place Like Home.
You talked it over from your bedroom throne,
making sense of nothing,
with your one armed man,
Read your future in the magazine;
search the stars for clues,
Read your future in the magazine;
tells you what to lose
just to find yourself,
In a Low Place Like Home,
Low Place Like Home.
You fall all over,
in your small town heels,
Catching hold of nothing,
like your one armed man,
Treat your life like a tragedy;
self-inflict abuse,
Treat your life like a tragedy;
precious else to choose,
crucify yourself,
I hope you find yourself,
In a Low Place Like Home,
Low Place Like Home.
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Phone me and I'll hang up
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up
Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, you're over and out
Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in
Feeling up the sweetheart, hang up, hang up, hang up
Go on girls solo,
Go on girls take a chance,
Go on girls trust it,
Go on girls the truth is
Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder
Get ahead, get laid, get it over
Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose, you're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defenses
Putting on the trousers, hang up, hang up, hang up
Go on girls solo,
Go on girls take a chance,
Go on girls trust it,
Go on girls the truth is
So so single so low the truth is
You want the day to fit to a soundtrack
Get a story get a life and get back
You've got nothing to shout about
You're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defenses
Fired up on free-will, hang up, hang up, hang up
Go on girls solo,
Go on girls take a chance,
Go on girls trust it,
Go on girls the truth is
So so single so low the truth is
So so single so low the truth is
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3. |
6 Underground
03:48
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Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go,
Nowhere a way to meet.
I've got a head full of drought, down here
So far off losing out, round here,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Calm me down, bring it round,
Too way high off your street,
I can see like nothing else,
In me you're better than I wanna be.
Don't think 'cos I understand, I care,
Don't think 'cos I'm talking, we're friends,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Talk me down, safe and sound,
Too strung up to sleep,
Wear me out, scream and shout,
Swear my time's never cheap.
I fake my life like I've lived; too much,
I take whatever you're given; not enough,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
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4. |
Becoming X
04:15
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You can keep breathing,
I only fall when you are near me,
Incomplete;
I only talk when you can hear me,
Keep dreaming,
can't wake up until I'm sleeping,
Lost on me;
close to something I'll never be.
Close to something I'll never be.
If I just stay here,
close my eyes can you still see me?
Obsolete;
very nearly something to see,
Still see me,
I can't wake up for sleeping.
Incomplete;
very nearly something to me,
See me,
there's a punishment needed,
Obsolete;
very nearly something to be
Very nearly something to be.
You can keep trying,
drown in sleep to be flying,
See for miles;
something that I wanted to be,
I can't wake this dream,
prototype ends up has been,
Incomplete;
the consequence of something to be.
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I'm everyone - I feel used,
I'm everyone - I need you,
I'm everyone - hang your label on me,
I'm everyone - paint it black and white and easy,
I'm everyone - sticks in me,
I'm everyone - sticks with me,
I want perfection - I'm real need,
I've seen attention - see through me,
Call on me - spin spin sugar
Crawl on me - spin spin sugar
Stinks on me - spin spin sugar
Twists for me - spin spin sugar
I've seen attention - see through me,
I want perfection - I'm real need,
I'm everyone - sticks in me,
I'm everyone - sticks with me,
Call on me - spin spin sugar
Crawl on me - spin spin sugar
Stinks on me - spin spin sugar
Twists for me - spin spin sugar
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She looks ahead
She paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild
A typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine
She'll throw a party line
Stories extreme
She's such a drama queen
Cries through the night
She choked on Marlboro lites
Pure charm and grace
She hates her pretty face
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Straw spun from gold
She craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom
She plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern—tease
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Waterbaby
04:12
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You heart is served cold,
Your sights are set in perfect stone,
And when you go you go alone,
And when you stand you're on your own,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home,
We're nothing like friends,
You have no time to lend,
And if you're guilt then I'm the shame,
And if I'm hurt then you're the blame,
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again,
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again,
Random laid plans,
40 days of one night stands,
And when you go you go alone,
You walk the cross you made your own,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home.
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8. |
Roll On
04:29
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Roll on,
these doors are open,
Roll off,
you can come next time,
I'm in love with your confusion,
on your knees,
When you're breathing through your elbows,
Down on me.
Roll on roll off,
don't take that wrong.
Roll up,
these doors are open,
Load up, come next time,
Don't try to hurry me along,
Just walk ahead a little gone.
Roll on roll off,
don't take that wrong,
Roll on,
going down on me,
Roll off,
make it easy on me,
You can't think you're someone special,
on your knees,
we're throwing punches underwater
sink with me,
sink with me,
you're sinking with me.
Roll on roll off,
something is sinking.
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You're not the sun,
it's just a light,
Waking early Sunday morning.
You're not my church,
it's just the bells,
Ringing sweetly through the house,
And in this sense of mine,
You're not an answer,
and I am not this prayer.
You're still in reach,
I please myself,
Wasting early morning Sunday.
You're not my lead,
You're just my help,
Talk the edge off sheer denial,
And in this state of mine,
You're what I want,
nothing close to what I need.
I breathe you in,
I breathe you in,
I breathe you in,
I breathe you in.
Suit yourself,
lose myself,
Breaking early Sunday morning,
You're not the sun,
you're not my church,
I still hold some self-control.
But in this sense of mine,
I'm still too high,
look no hands.
I breathe you in,
I breathe you in,
I breathe you in,
I breathe you in.
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10. |
Walking Zero
04:31
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Sacrifice my vanity,
kick off my heels,
A careless weight on your hatred,
Understand it's so simple,
a simple please,
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
To the madness I do confess,
I never see myself as blessed.
Confused, unaddressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less,
unused, obsessed,
My time is only given up to you,
too much to choose,
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,
With this blood on my shoes.
Compromise in full extreme,
cut off my heels,
Name a price on what's sacred.
Guaranteed I've got something,
a royal disease,
Take a flood to clean these streets,
To the madness I do confess,
Forever see myself as blessed,
immune, obsessed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
the truth is boredom, it's excess,
take more, give less,
My time is only given up to you,
too much to choose,
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,
With this blood on my shoes.
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11. |
How Do
05:14
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Hey ho-
who is this,
no one but me my dear,
Please come,
say how do,
The things I'll give to you,
A stroke as gentle as a feather,
Hey ho-
I am here,
am I not young and fair,
Please come,
say how do,
The things I'll show to you,
Would you have a wondrous sight,
the midday sun at midnight,
Fair maid,
white and red,
comb you smooth and stroke your hair.
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Sneaker Pimps Los Angeles, California
Sneaker Pimps released their chart topping debut album 'Becoming X' in 1996, and quickly became known for clever sampling, emotional lyrics, and high production. They released 2 more albums before taking a hiatus to explore their own unique styles. Now they've returned with a long-awaited 4th album 'Squaring The Circle'. Learn more at the links below. ... more
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