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The Order of Things
02:45
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I know there’s an order to things
everything, in it’s place
I know I should just let go
I can’t do it, there’s just no way
I put it in it’s place
Everything in it’s place
I check the lock on the door
Then I check it again
Six times, then I turn around
Weven times on the other side
Three breaths, then I look at the sky
Always the same, I can’t tell you why
I put it in it’s place...
We all got our quirks and little tics
I wouldn’t criticize, if I was you
I’m just doing what I gotta do
So don’t you laugh about it
Check that door, I’m not quite sure
“Hey-ey-ey, whoa-oh-oh”
We all act a little strange, sometimes
Just look around at all the people you know
We all do and say things that can be questioned
So don’t you worry about it
Look at how I get around it
“Hey-ey-ey, whoa-oh-oh”
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Empty
03:37
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I saw you last night, with that boy
Saw you again, with another man
I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout
but I knew, I was empty
I saw the way you looked, at him
Saw the need, in your eyes
I wanted to run, I wanted to fight
but I knew, I was empty
You took my love for you
and threw it all away / and threw it in my face
and now I’m not the man I used to be
I’m empty
You hurt me thru and thru / You gutted me head to toe
and now I’ve got to say
that I’m no longer who I used to be
yeah, I’m empty
I gave all my love, to you
Lived my life, for you
What did it mean? What does it matter,
when all I am is empty?
Left my friends behind, for you
Said they were wrong, about you
And now they’re all gone, and I’m on my own
and all I feel is empty
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3. |
No Way Out
03:38
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There’s no way out, no way out
I move left, you shoot right
I try tenderness, you want a fight
I try to talk it out, you won’t speak
If I grow quiet, something’s wrong with me
There’s no way out, no way out (x2)
How did it come to this?
Ready for violence
I see your hand...
You said you loved me, now you say that you don’t know me?
You say you hate me, tell me what has changed?
I’ve tried everything, to make it right again
I know one thing, baby, I’m dead set on gone
There’s no way out, no way out
How did it come to this?
Ready for violence
I see your face...
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Love Search Algorithm
02:39
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Lonely, like an alley cat
I’ve been looking for you, since the Big Event
Stripped down, to my very core
I’ve got to find you Violet, in this brand new world
They’ve got a love search algorithm,
if I had your number, I could plug it in
What were you? 8570319?
They degaussed my frontal lobe, erased my mind
A black hand, a false flag in the night
we were separated at the end of time
I feel you, I can tell you’re there
I’m going to find you Violet but I don’t know where
Yeah I was lonely, feeling stripped down
You were the only, one who came around
Yeah we were split up, by the big event
and now I’m searching, for you again
Scrambled, my CPU is fried
I’m booted from the network and I don’t know why
But I sense you, I can taste your vibe
I’m going to find you Violet, if it takes all night
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The Mortals Cincinnati, Ohio
Cincinnati's donation of swagger to the 1990's garage punk revival, The Mortals are an American garage rock band formed in 1989. They released 3 LPs on seminal garage label Estrus Records in the 1990s and reunited in 2018. The Mortals 4-piece lineup today: Denny Brown (guitar/vocals), William “Bill” Grapes (guitar/vocals), Matt Becher (bass) and Mike Grimm (drums). ... more
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