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Loon Juice
02:18
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Loon Juice!
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2. |
The Rustler
01:58
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3. |
Disco Ball
02:29
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Everybody needs somebody to dance with
Come on, baby, dance with me
In this high school gymnasium
Under the disco ball
Your mama don't have to know...
Comin', comin', a-comin' through your back door
Ohhh, I'm comin'... here I come... I'm comin'!
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4. |
I Want You
02:39
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I want you to want me
I want you to talk to me
I want you to know my name
I want you and I need you
Stumbling through that open door
Just to find you holding another guy
I crash my love into the brick wall
Now I don't feel nothing at all
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5. |
No Fun
02:47
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It's no fun to grow up
I don't wanna fuck up
I'm just gonna shut up
There's no sense in tellin' me
All the things that I let bleed
I'm already 33
I still don't know what I wanna be
When we grow up, our heroes are dead
We killed them with the words they said
We spend our lives in a cardboard box
Screaming and fucked up
Tell me, tell me, tell me
When can I go off script?
Show me, show me, show me
My tomb, my crypt
Tell me, tell me, tell me
When can I go off script?
Sell me, sell me, sell me
My tomb, my crypt
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6. |
Cover Yr Eyes
02:57
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In a world, baby,
where the rich are poor,
where the sentinels stand down
and the newspaper's against the war.
No poison in the air
or land, sea or shore.
A perfect universe for you,
you and me to explore.
Our love takes flight
like a bird so free.
My heart is a-pumpin', a-pumpin',
a-pumpin' for you and me.
Imma drop the bomb
from this tower of song,
a whisper from my lips to the grave
that you go'n' be with me.
Whatcha gonna do about it?
Cover, cover, cover, cover, cover, cover, cover yr eyes.
Cover, cover, cover, cover, cover, cover, cover yr eyes.
Gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna lay down and die.
Cover, cover, cover, cover, cover, cover, cover yr eyes.
In a world, baby,
where the blind can see,
is there any chance, chance
that you go'n' love me?
If you want me,
go'n 'head gimme a sign.
Ain't seen' much hope, much hope,
much hope... Open yr eyes.
Under moonlight sky,
up in this tree,
yeah, I'm watchin' you, I'm watchin' you, I'm watchin' you,
I'm watchin' yr T.V.
But what's it gonna take
for you to notice me?
Yr so cool, yr so cool, yr so cool, yeah,
yr cooler, yr cooler than me.
Whatcha gonna do about it?
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7. |
Halfway Haus
02:24
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I'm ready to die
Don't ask me why
I'm feeling fine
Everything's alright at the end of the line
My brain's on fire
My body's gonna crumble
There's voices on the radio that say my name
Halfway
Haus Haus
Halfway
It happened again
I can't find my friends
Now I'm here at the end, all alone with my sin
Letting demons in
This face is a mask
But it's still smiling
There's voices on the radio that tell me to kill
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8. |
I Think You Invented It
02:29
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Oh, take me away
On your big airplane
Smoked all my cigarettes
It's so fucking cold outside
I need a big bag of chips
I think you invented it
It's called the internet
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Someday we'll make lots of money
Telling jokes and stealing from each other
Going up the escalator
Going down the elevator
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9. |
Mountain
02:37
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I am a mountain
You are a mountain
Together we are a mountain range
Not solo
But together
Not solo
Bring it together
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10. |
Space is the Place
02:49
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If you bury me alive now, baby, what do you expect to happen to me?
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11. |
Funeral Town
02:57
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12. |
I'm Already Dead
04:47
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There's a house on the hilll
with a window burning bright,
but nobody is around.
I'm wand'ring through the Forest of the Night.
William Blake was there.
I saw him standing all alone
against a tree.
I invited him into my home.
We sat down and talked awhile,
o'er a bag of tea and a loaf of bread.
I asked him what it meant to live
and he explained
that I was already dead.
I'm already dead.
I'm already dead.
I'm already dead.
I'm already dead.
O, the hills, they have eyes
and the walls, they have ears,
observing me intently
and preying on my fears.
Scornful laughter fills the air,
condescension all around.
I may not be lost,
but I do not wish to be found.
Once again I asked
the question running through my head,
"What's it mean to live?"
And he explained
that I was already dead.
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Naptaker is a trashy blend of garage, surf, psych, stoner, and PFR, with a dash of Romanticism and contrapuntal sensibility.
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