1. |
Pleased To Meetcha
03:33
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2. |
Strike Out
03:24
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You’re a tail shagged creature, once ya turn twenty six
And you said
Hey baby, hey baby don’t you dare to stop me
You’ll never No never I wouldn’t even bother
You wear your glass jared slippers and some rented lingerie
Well it’s a little too cozy
And that’s bad news to me
Then I said
Hey honey, hey honey, don’t you dare to stop me
You’ll never, no never, I wouldn’t be your sucker
Ooh yeh
Strike out
Going round in circles from one end to the end
Everybody loves your hurricane
No one left to borrow
No one left to steal
Your blacked out on the burner baby
Is all you feel, feel, feel
You said, Hey baby, hey baby Don’t you dare to stop me
You’ll never, no never I wouldn’t even bother
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3. |
Twice In A Lifetime
03:19
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No second chances, that ain’t what’s offered.
My confidence is all but shattered
No fancy thing, it doesn’t matter
Cause if its worse, it don’t get better
Why can’t I feel the same as yesterday
I’ve figured out the deal but its meaningless to say
I cant imagine how I got so serious
Someone can you stop me from
Trippin’ over my feet.
Twice in a lifetime, Twice in a lifetime
Say no more say no less
Save me ‘fore they throw me away
Delirious is what’s become,
Forget the loss, its what your learning
Just count to ten, too late for reason
Its safe to say, my bridge is burning
Why cant I seem to sink it in my head
I’ve figured out the deal but I’m soaking in my sweat
I cant imagine how it got so serious
Someone can you stop me from slipping’ out of my skin.
Go, stop, move, stuck, job, love, shell, shock,
Twice in a lifetime, Twice in a lifetime
Say no more say no less
Save me ‘fore they throw me away
Twice in a lifetime, Twice in a lifetime
Say no more say no less
Save me ‘fore they throw me away
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4. |
Baby Don't Like No Disco
02:49
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SHE’S MY LATTE AT A STARBUCK
AUX NATURAL, A LITTLE STAR STRUCK
WITH HER BIG POUTY MOUTH AND SOME BIG PUSSY HAIR
SHE’LL KNOCK YOU DOWN WITH HER HIP HUGGIN’ STARE
SHE’S GONE DYLAN AND FATALISTIC, PARIAH, CHARMED AND EGOTISTIC
TALKIN’ TOO GOOD FOR THE SIMPLE MAN
BUT HER TWO LEFT FEET CAN’T MAKE HER DANCE
BABY DON’T LIKE THE DISCO, BABY DON’T LIKE NO RHYTHM IN HER HEAD
BABY DON’T LIKE IT TOO SLOW, ‘CAUSE BABY DON’T LACK NO RHYTHM IN HER BED
SHE DON’T LO-FI, SHE DON’T TECHNO
SHE’S A THROWBACK COMMIE LOVED REJECTO
SHE SAYS THIS “E” GONE TO MY HEAD
DON’T LIKE YOU ‘CAUSE YOUR DISCO’S DEAD
SHE’S MY ADDICTION, A CONTRADICTION
I HATE MR. DYLAN WITH A PASSION
TALKIN’ TOO GOOD FOR THE SIMPLE MAN
BETCHA HIS TWO FEET CAN’T MAKE HIM DANCE
BABY DON’T LIKE THE DISCO, BABY DON’T LIKE NO RHYTHM IN HER HEAD
BABY DON’T LIKE IT TOO SLOW, ‘CAUSE BABY DON’T LACK NO RHYTHM IN HER BED
A CHICK BIZARRE, A RETRO CURIOSITY
FIFTH YEAR IN COLLEGE AND STILL NO DEGREE
NO MODERN LADY IT’S NOT IN HER SCENE
I DIG MY BABY AND THAT’S ALRIGHT WITH ME
BABY DON’T LIKE THE DISCO, BABY DON’T LIKE NO RHYTHM IN HER HEAD
BABY DON’T LIKE IT TOO SLOW, ‘CAUSE BABY DON’T LACK NO RHYTHM IN HER BED
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5. |
JP6
00:31
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6. |
Satellite
04:16
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SAID GOODBYE TO EARTH
AND DISAPPEARED
INTO OBLIVION A HIGH CHANDELIER
WHERE AM I LOVE
FOR THE NIGHT SO CRYSTAL CLEAR
PULLED FROM THE WRECKAGE THAT I
CRASHED TODAY
HOW I LONG TO SEE YOUR PRETTY FACE
KISS ME BACK TO LIFE, LOVE
BRING ME HOME TO YOU
I’M A SATELITTE , LOVE
CRASHING DOWN TO YOU
SO LONG TO THE HIGHS
SO LONG IS THIS FIGHT
I’M A SATELITE, LOVE
AND I’M BURNING OUT FOR YOU
NO MORE SPINNING ‘ROUND IN ETERNITY
NO MORE FALLOUT OF MY PAST DEBRIS
I’M SO TIRED MY LOVE
TIRED OF BEING ME
TOO MANY YEARS IV’E FLOATED
HAVE COME AND GONE
AND FROM THE CLOUDS THAT I AM BURNING DOWN
NO MORE PILOT LIFE, LOVE
I’VE JOURNEYED HOME FOR GOOD
I’M A SATELLITE, LOVE
BURNING OUT FOR YOU
SO LONG TO THE STAR
SO LONG TO THESE SCARS
I’M A SATELITE LOVE
I’LL COME CRASHING DOWN FOR YOU
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7. |
Polaroid
04:30
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A MID-WEEK KARMA TUESDAY
A NO-NAME DINNER FOR TWO
A PEPSI ON MY TV TRAY
THERE IS FIGHTING ON THE TALK SHOW
AND FIGHTING DOWN THE HALL
I WISH THAT THEY WOULD STOP
THE SMELL OF GOODWILL IN MY FURNITURE
AND GOODWILL IN MY CLOTHES
THESE OLD SHIRTS NEVER LOOKED SO COOL
I LIKE THE NICOTINE ON MY CEILING
THE RETRO IN MY RUG
MY BARE FEET’S NEVER FELT SO GOOD
IT’S BEEN YEARS SINCE I’VE BEEN HAPPY
IT’S BEEN A CHANGE FROM ONE EXTREME
INCASE YOU HAVE BEEN WONDERING
HERE’S A POLAROID OF ME
VIRGIN MARY COMES TO ME
AS A STAIN ON A BATHROOM TILE
I HOPE SHE PLANS ON STAYING LONG
‘CAUSE THAT THIRD FLOOR MUFFLED STEREO
PUMPING THROUGH THE WALLS
I PRAY SHE’D SHUT IT OFF
THERE ARE CRACKS THROUGHOUT MY WINDOW PANE
AND BURNOUT ON MY STOVE
COINCIDENTALLY APRA-PEAUX
BUT I’M COMFORTABLY CASUAL
AND ELEGANTLY BROKE
MY SOLE IS FAR FROM BEING POOR
I HOPE THAT YOU’VE BEEN HAPPY
WITH A CHANGE IN EVERYTHING
WELL HERE’S A PERSONALIZED POSTCARD
BABY, HERE’S A POLAROID OF ME, A POLAROID OF ME
SAY HI TO YOUR MOTHER AND HOW IS YOUR DAD
THOUGH THINGS AIN’T BEEN TOO EASY
IT’S REALLY NOT THAT BAD
I MAY NOT LOOK RESPECTABLE AND I MAY NOT LOOK TOO CLEAN
BUT IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS
THEN BABY HERE’S A THOUSAND WORDS OF ME
A THOUSAND WORDS OF ME
A POLAROID OF ME
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8. |
N.Y City Boots
04:52
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Kickin’ up the concrete highlife
Turfin up the dirt from Soho to the east end
Boots from New York City
Always lookin’ real pretty
Even when they gottin’ gritty from the pavement
Boots yeah
New York City fever
Dizzy cool dizzy dreamers
Must be the asphalt in the blood
And on the skin yeah
In my weathered leather stompers
Walking calm walking proper
Don’t be messin’ near my boots
From New York City
Not worn in London Paris
Nor even Rome
Manhattan style sky-scraping
Balls to the bone
My mid cut leather highs from NYC
Don’t messin’ don’t messin’ near me!
Don’t give me Nike sneakers
Or cheap Adidas slippers
Go bounce your sporty ass back to the mainland
Cause everyone’s a looker
From the rich down to the beggar
As long as in their leathers from the
Island
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9. |
Catapulting
03:50
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10. |
Panic
03:08
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TROUBLE IN THE HEAD, FRIG OUTA LUCK
AIN’T NOBODY GONNA SAVE ME
PILL TO THE BRICK, SEE IF IT CAN STICK
SOMEBODY’S GONNA BREAK ME
FLIP OF THE COIN, CLICK OF THE FINGER
TRICKY LITTLE TRICKSTER
HOT HEADED FLASH, NO LITTLE JOKE
ONE MOMENT THEN IT’S OVER
I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN MAKE A STAND FOR A FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT
ILLOGICAL OVER MISFORTUNES LEFT ME RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT
OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK
PANIC ON THE LEFT, PANIC ON THE RIGHT
HAS STOPPED MY LUNGS FROM BREATHING
ONE MINUTE MORE, TWO MINUTES LESS
THE DAY THAT I WENT MISSING
JITTER IN THE BRAIN, JOLT TO THE SOUL
IS BOUNCING’ THROUGH MY BODY
THREE MINUTES MORE, FOUR MINUTES LESS
I’M SHOCKING BACK THE MONKEY
I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN GROW THE GUTS FOR A FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT
HAP HAZARD PSYCHO BABBLING SHRILL HAS LEFT ME RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT
OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK
THE ANIMAL IS SHOWING IT’S BITE
NO EASY WORD WILL TAME IT THIS TIME
SOME DAYS IT’S BETTER, SOMETIMES HE’S LIKE THIS
SOMETIMES I’M…..
PANIC ON THE LEFT, PANIC ON THE RIGHT
JITTERED IN THE BRAIN, JOLTING’ THROUGH MY SPINE
A LAPSE OF LOGIC, NO LOBE CONTROL
ANXIATAION, MAKE SENSE? NO!
I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN MAKE A STAND FOR A FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT
ILLOGICAL OVER MISFORTUNES LEFT ME RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT
THE ANIMAL IS SHOWING IT’S BITE
NO EASY WORD WILL TAME IT THIS TIME
SOME DAYS IT’S BETTER, SOMETIMES HE’S LIKE THIS
SOMETIMES I’M…..
OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK, OUTA LUCK,
I’M OUTA LUCK, WAY OUTA LUCK, SHIT OUTA LUCK
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11. |
T.M.I
04:16
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Dizzied by the lingo, became stupid by the strain
Body’s lost its temperature, earthquake shaking up the brain
Stuck between some dead end rock and caught up in their rut
Running on a one way street but its like running out on luck
So I crammed into my sardine can, twisted up my face
Lips have lost its way to smile, some B.S. stinking up my space
Ran up to a brother, please tell me where I am?
Where you are is where you’ll be and what you are is who I am
T.M.I. in my head
Losing all common sense
It’s blowing up my mind
It’s blowing up my mind
No B in my libido, skull has gone too soft
This mediocre fishbowl is liquidating up my thoughts
Flung like a cigarette that’s still soaked in someone’s drool
God hook me up and lift me high and save me from this drowning pool
No reflection in the mirror as my nose began to bleed
Crawled into the walk-in on bended back and bended knee
Tell me doctor, tell me
Tell me I’m no freak
You’re 3 parts homosapien and 1 part human being
T.M.I. in my head
Losing all common sense
It’s blowing up my mind
It’s blowing up my mind
Maybe I’m too trite or maybe I am irresponsible
Its Funny how you become sanitized and analytical
Or just the way you end up living over apathetical
I cannot be the only, phony one
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12. |
Voodoo sex
03:35
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YOU’RE MY CARNAL VOODOO OF LOVE
PUT A LITTLE SPELL ON ME
LOVE UNCONSCIOUS DIZZITIZED, BLINDED ‘TILL I JUST CAN’T SEE
I’M BLESSED BY THE CURE OF YOUR SPOOKY CHARM
YA SAVE ME WITH YOUR SIN AND GRACE
YOUR VELVET TOUCH IS NEVER ENOUGH AS YOU LIFT ME TO A HIGHER PLACE
YOU VOODOO ALL OF MY SENSES
SPOOK ME OUT OF MY WORLD
WITH ALL OF YOUR LOVE AND SEX
I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF
HYPNOTIZED BY YOUR BIG BROWN EYES
YOU SIMPLY LEAVE ME SHORT OF BREATH
THERE’S A WILDCAT IN YOUR KARMA CHILD
LEAVE ME IN A STATE OF CARESSES
CHRISTEN MY LIPS WITH YOUR DEVIL KISS
COME DRUG ME WITH YOUR ANIMAL LOVE
POSSESSED, BAPTIZED AND PORNOFIED
I JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH
JUST WHEN THE CUP HAD RUNETH OVER
YOU GOT A HOLD OF MY..
JUST WHEN I PRAYED THAT YOU HAD GONE
YOU GOT A HOLD OF MY..
JUST WHEN I CROSSED YOU OUT OF DANGER
YOU GOT A HOLD OF MY LOVE
YOU GOT A HOLD OF MY LOVE
YOU GOT A HOLD OF MY..
I WILL NEVER SEE THE SAME
I WILL NEVER HEAR THE SAME
I WILL NEVER SPEAK THE SAME
I WILL NEVER FEEL THE SAME
YOU VOODOO ALL MY SENSES
SPOOK ME OUT OF MY WORLD
WITH ALL OF YOUR LOVE AND SEX
I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF
YOU VOODOO ALL MY SENSES
SPOOK ME OUT OF MY WORLD
I JUST CAN’T HELP MYSELF
WITH ALL OF YOUR LOVE AND SEX
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13. |
Young & Bored
03:43
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Le Chateau lepers posed wannabe tough gangstas
Follow the dreams of the “Hopeless Believers”
He’s cursed off and he’s cuss’s off the rules
When it suits him unkind, Yeah buddy I’m not that blind
Dress me in fake Tommy and I’ll tell ya that I love ya
My girl digs my body and she drinks up my liquor
Suburban Blue toss off she making’ me spill on the ground
She’s better when she’s lying down
I am the young and bored
I have lost control
I am the chosen one
I am the lonely one.
Pedestal me and dig my cool bad behavior.
Its hard when your searching for a revolution savior
So don’t fragile his youth or he will fracture your
Peace loving’ smile, he’s sign of design
Lock me up and throw away the key to my own future
My girl digs my body and she drinks up my liquor
Hey Generation X Y Z sell me a share of your time
But I cant afford your price then maybe somehow the kids will be alright
Give me cool without GAP
Don’t market me no crap
Cause I’m a middle class mistake just waiting to happen
I am the young and bored
I have lost control
I am the chosen one
I am the lonely one
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14. |
Great Escape
05:04
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Cast away the cross of what we bare
Into the depths of our doomed overture
Escape our destiny to no return
Tell me baby just when will we learn
The situation leaves us cold and thawed
Just the price of love will hurt the heart
Either way we’ve one hour to decide
Just one day to live our lives
We follow the laws of what we love, We can begin to worry now
You hold my hand I hold your heart, To the day of our new start
And even as we try to dream , Our love is all that has to speak
We make the world just go away, Let us start our own escape
Let’s breathe a breath back into you and me
Before the fall of our soles casualty
And as the world concludes its desperate song
We can say our love has just begun
We follow the laws of what we love, We can begin to worry now
You hold my hand I hold your heart, To the day of our new start
And even as we try to dream, Our love is all that has to speak
We make the world just go away, Let us start our own escape
Your love’s my great escape
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15. |
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SHE’S MY LATTE AT A STARBUCK
AUX NATURAL, A LITTLE STAR STRUCK
WITH HER BIG POUTY MOUTH AND SOME BIG PUSSY HAIR
SHE’LL KNOCK YOU DOWN WITH HER HIP HUGGIN’ STARE
SHE’S GONE DYLAN AND FATALISTIC, PARIAH, CHARMED AND EGOTISTIC
TALKIN’ TOO GOOD FOR THE SIMPLE MAN
BUT HER TWO LEFT FEET CAN’T MAKE HER DANCE
BABY DON’T LIKE THE DISCO, BABY DON’T LIKE NO RHYTHM IN HER HEAD
BABY DON’T LIKE IT TOO SLOW, ‘CAUSE BABY DON’T LACK NO RHYTHM IN HER BED
SHE DON’T LO-FI, SHE DON’T TECHNO
SHE’S A THROWBACK COMMIE LOVED REJECTO
SHE SAYS THIS “E” GONE TO MY HEAD
DON’T LIKE YOU ‘CAUSE YOUR DISCO’S DEAD
SHE’S MY ADDICTION, A CONTRADICTION
I HATE MR. DYLAN WITH A PASSION
TALKIN’ TOO GOOD FOR THE SIMPLE MAN
BETCHA HIS TWO FEET CAN’T MAKE HIM DANCE
BABY DON’T LIKE THE DISCO, BABY DON’T LIKE NO RHYTHM IN HER HEAD
BABY DON’T LIKE IT TOO SLOW, ‘CAUSE BABY DON’T LACK NO RHYTHM IN HER BED
A CHICK BIZARRE, A RETRO CURIOSITY
FIFTH YEAR IN COLLEGE AND STILL NO DEGREE
NO MODERN LADY IT’S NOT IN HER SCENE
I DIG MY BABY AND THAT’S ALRIGHT WITH ME
BABY DON’T LIKE THE DISCO, BABY DON’T LIKE NO RHYTHM IN HER HEAD
BABY DON’T LIKE IT TOO SLOW, ‘CAUSE BABY DON’T LACK NO RHYTHM IN HER BED
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16. |
Cruel
04:10
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Habitual and sensual, physical and chemical
You must understand, what the hell makes me a man
You’re so beautiful and natural but most of all sexual
Don’t disagree whenever you want to, whenever you got to get to me
I never was a man of violence
Never ever do I think it’s cool
But justified inside the evidence
Baby, baby you may just have to call me cruel
Hypnotized and mesmerized, tantalized and feminized
You’ll say what you can but you can’t even try to stop me ‘cause, I’m the man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Magnetized and sensitized, sexualized or otherwise
I’ll never be the same
So baby don’t ever deny you ever play that game
I never was a man of violence
Never ever do I think it’s cool
But justified inside the evidence
Baby, baby you may just have to call me cruel
You’re so beautiful and natural but most of all sexual
Now understand what the hell makes me a man
I never was a man of violence
Never ever do I think it’s cool
But justified inside the evidence
Baby, baby you may just have to call me cruel
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SLAVE to the SQUAREwave Toronto, Ontario
An experienced recording and live band that have played across Canada, the United States and Europe with 8 studio albums to their credit available worldwide.
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