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Better Angels
03:08
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your better angels
are keeping you from having any fun
you cant play the angles
your focus groups and agents
fool no one
a bell fades a colder
wind of distant use and lost reward
you've been wired into this
desire you can no longer afford
when are you gonna find access?
when are you gonna come clean?
when does that opportunity door fly open?
that old man may need you
the facts have moved to 34th and Spring
a covert operation
at his age might be just the bell to ring
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Another Guide
03:32
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ANOTHER GUIDE
just as sure as im breathin
i'm hurtin like a child teethin
hurts worse when i see you this way
its gonna take some gettin used to
saw ya sittin there in the sun
you kept it hidden from everyone
you even kept it from me
or is it that im hard of hearing
CH:
now I know
there's no two ways to think about it
you cant hear me until i shout it
find another ride another guide to fly away with you.
dont know what youre goin through
afraid ill be no help to you
just take your time and figure it out
You're better in the dark stumblin
dont know just where we'll land
the cute talk gets out of hand
take your phone and you type a reply
everyone you touch has to suffer
ly
everyone you touch has to suffer
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Down From Down
03:24
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What was it now that she was lookin for
In the lost and found?
She cant fall down from down
When was it that she lost her whereabouts
When did she have her doubts
About that shortest route?
When will she learn that love does not surround me
And she can never drown me
Cuz she cant fall down from down
You take your shoes off
You'd like to linger
Tell yourself youd never do it again
Take the ring off
Your itchy finger
Takes twice as long to feel it again
She cant figure it out, its foreign to her
It throws her off her rhythm
He cant reason it out, he’s locked up inside
His mind is like a prison
I got more dirt than time now on my hands
And im sadder than
ten country western bands
when will she learn my best days are behind me
and they will never find me.
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Somewhere in time between night’s end
And the new days shoes I wake up in
Turn my face to yours, chase the darkness out the door
I don’t suppose we gave it host
Or meant to, now it’s in too close
The night grows short a few more spins, the days grow wide and bright again
Ch.
Calling all the charlatans, we’re looking for the lucky ones
One too many standoffs have begun
Shaking all the statues down, aint it funny how they turn around
Everybody’s blinded by the sun
I didn’t mean to cheer so loud
When being cheerful’s not allowed
The future is a tightrope wound, the slowest learners hit the ground
I burnt the scene with you asleep
The one good mattress soul to keep
The night grows short a few more spins, the days grow wide and bright again
Rpt. Chorus
The envelope was written wrong
The numbers shouldn’t take this long
The nighttime drives the sky and then
The morning sheds its starry skin
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Mindset
03:16
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It’s a mindset hard to crawl back from
its an old road ive grown many weeds on
its a wound that you never really fully heal from
there's a need you dont feed it becomes a time bomb
and I'm one
I Dont feel theres a side for me to come down on
after all your tributaries emptied on me so long
theres a paragraph i cant get a backspace from
theres a wooden match that my argument is made of
let go of it, its made up
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Hard To Look At
03:20
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his life is hard to look at
he keeps a filthy house
his son is there to cook for
at least for now
his eyes are on a tv
there s people laughin there
the picture's so hard to see
gets lost in the air
i know he's happy to see me
our visits further apart
nowhere to go but forgiven
a strange way to start but-
the history's shown that
the bottom is sand bagged
i finally got my way...
he lives on state highway 20
he counts the cars flyin by
someday its mine pullin up
he pulls the curtain aside
i'll bring some beer and some brandy
some smokes and tune the guitar
we'll drink and sing 'Blue Umbrella'
there's no banjo part, but
that hardly matters..
I finally get my way
we put that hurt away
we've got remaining days
might not be a next time
it disappears like a rail line
so bring the beer and the brandy
the smokes and tune that guitar
let's drink and sing Blue Umbrella
work out that harmony part.
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remember when you came along
it was a time when i was so weary
of the circus and the throng
the dimmer lights were always near me
we biked along the oven street
more to movin than the heat
ch
find a new scene mama
please forgive the worst in me.
burn that last bridge mama
send that fishbowl out to sea
and I know it'd break your heart
if I told you what was on my mind
if i told you about the part
the part of me that I was tryin to find
frozen wells once wished upon
drenched in mono all along
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Rubber And Glue
02:53
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Had no idea how you fell for me
Couldn’t see past my own sphere
We shared our thoughts so tacitly
Cant see your breath on the mirror
Ch: I had certain tricks up my sleeve
They worked unexpectedly
Saturday stranded me empty handed
my intuitions came true
Didn’t expect to affect you this way
Thought we were rubber and glue
Chorus
The sun doesn’t shine on me very friendly
It hasn’t done so in days
Don’t know what I’d do without your company
If that all got erased.
Chorus.
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well she came from a railroad town
the fields were a Rothko brown
she laid out from end to end
watch how her middle track bends
See how your little world ends
well the saints got a thing to say
The old folks they like it that way
they count their blessings every day
but you better leave this railroad town
you are foolish to wait around for such things
Well the sagebrush hasnt changed much
and the mountains cannot lie
bruce willis cannot will this it cannot die
Well the graveyards turned to pasture
Under cowshit and the clouds
The fireants will have their pastime
They’re holdin’ out. Bet your ass they’re holdin’ out
For such time
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Say you’ll tell me something I’ll understand
You never really wanted to hold my hand
I’m no Smokey Robinson its plain to see
You never really had a hold on me
Ch.
I was never finished fixin a hole
No one was in my tree
I want done for me whats done for you
The grass is greener feelin blue
Starin at the smoke detector up all night
It sits like a thought collector screwed in tight
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There must be someone I can turn to
Someone like me, lonely too
All my life I´ve been alone, got no friends, got no home
and there must be someone I can turn to
Well all my so called friends have turned their backs on me
They were lookin´ for someone I just couldn´t be
Let them go and have their fun, unaware of the harm they´ve done
and there must be someone I can turn to
Now if all the tears that I should have cried are still inside me
Why can´t a man be accepted for what he has to be
Must I live my whole life through not knowin´ what to do
Oh there must be someone I can turn to
Turn to, turn to, turn to
Oh there must be someone I can turn to
Turn to, turn to, turn to
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when the shade of night comes down across my window
and i find myself thinkin about your eyes
you know i can feel where your heart is and what youre thinkin
I want to thank you for giving every kind of loving that i know
in the evening children sing their midnight song
and i find myself thinkin about your eyes
you know i can feel where your heart is and what youre thinkin
I want to thank you for giving every kind of loving that i know
soon i'll see what love can be
you saw that when you met me
soon i'll see what I can be
I'll love you if you let me, woah yeah.
when the shade of night comes down across my window
and i find myself thinkin about your eyes
you know i can feel where your heart is and what youre thinkin
I want to thank you for giving every kind of loving that i know
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The Riffbrokers Seattle, Washington
Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.
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