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1. |
feedback blues
03:06
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alright, let’s go
world tour
from seattle
to wherever you are
the storm’s here
but this time
this time, i’m the storm
i'm feelin’ the feedback blues, can’t stick around no more
and i just wanna ramble, can’t stick around no more
i gotta tour the whole world like a wanderin’ troubadour
i feel like i'm flickerin’, babe, i got somewhere else to be
it’s not that i don’t wanna be around you, i just got somewhere else to be
so you best not worry, and don’t think about me
i went to philly, and north to halifax
but i was missin’ seattle, so i came wanderin’ back
i guess i needed you, babe, i needed to run back home
but there’s somethin’ about bein’ on the road, that makes feel less alone
i went to charleston before the devil got me
woke up in san francisco, but i had somewhere else to be
i guess i'm the ramblin’ type, movin’ from show to show
wherever the weather takes me, wherever the winds may blow
i'll be on island time, if you wanna followin’ me
i might stop by yellowstone, if you wanna keep followin’ me
or you can meet me in the core, if you’re lucky, that’s where i'll be
now i'm back home you wanna keep me to yourself
and i'm feelin’ so restless, but you wanna keep me to yourself
i guess my tour is over, i'm just a trophy on your shelf
i’m feelin’ the feedback blues, can’t ramble ‘round no more
and i just wanna get out, can’t ramble ‘round no more
i wanna tour the world, like a wanderin’ troubadour
and one day i’ll break free
and you’ll try to reform me
but you can’t do that
i’ve got a world tour to go on
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2. |
howling at twin moons
02:53
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Never thought I’d miss the suns crackin’ down like whips,
That sting that burns just like defeat,
But now I’d lose a thousand times and never give no lip,
To claim that sunny mound for just a beat
Now I sing with the coyotes, looking up at pitch-black skies,
As I pick out yet another sober tune,
Have the stars all given up? Why’d everything go so awry?
I’ll wait for answers, howling at twin moons
Was it that trainrobbing? Why was I cast aside?
Was I not ladylike enough?
Did I pick myself up when I should've up and died?
Can't help being a diamond in the rough
Now I sing with the coyotes, looking up at pitch-black skies,
As I pick out yet another sober tune,
Have the stars all given up? Why’d everything go so awry?
I’ll wait for answers, howling at twin moons
There was a time I asked for shade and a place to hang my hat,
When I had a glossy household name,
But now I’m pleading for a second chance and a lousy bat,
Can’t take it here, I’d rather taunt the flames
Now I sing with the coyotes, looking up at pitch-black skies,
As I pick out yet another sober tune,
Have the stars all given up? Why’d everything go so awry?
I’ll wait for answers, howling at twin moons
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3. |
double play
05:06
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i once was a rookie all bright-eyed and green
now i'm a veteran, grizzled and mean
but i'll still play my way right through inning sixteen
i guess that's why they keep me around
bring the fielders in
wipe the slate clean
sound the organ, baby
top of thirteen
everyone is tired
everyone but me
it’s the dead of darkest night
i feel free
one solid single
got my man on first
for a right-handed rookie
he’s not the worst
if i play my cards right
i’ll be a king
i swing to live
and i live for the swing
grit my teeth and raise my elbow high
it’s just the universe, the ball and i
tomorrow's another morning on another beautiful day
and i hit
into a double play
ground out up the middle
he never stood a chance
on the long way back
he tries to kill me with a glance
nobody reads the stats, kid
what the hell is OPS
you and i know what matters
is i tried my best
sure, my average now is .113
what do you want from a one-star player on a two-star team
you’ve gotta know when to run and know when to walk away
and when to hit
into a double play
double play, double play
live to fight another day
when you wanna get the inning over and done
cause i
swing and miss
mama said there’d be days like this
and i guess there will always be another one
planet earth is just a ball
and it is hurtling through space
it doesn’t curve or break or fall
but it’ll knock the nose right off your face
and if i don’t see or hear it
then i will never fear it
i’ll be in the lineup till i’m old and gray
another lifetime and a double play
double play, double play
live to fight another day
when you wanna get the inning over and done
cause i
swing and miss
mama said there’d be days like this
and i guess there will always be another one
(x2)
i guess there will always be
i guess there'll always be
i guess there will always be another one
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4. |
seattle//tokyo
02:07
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(Voice 1)
I packed my bags last night / off to Tokyo first flight
I can't bear to say good bye
So Seattle, I'll be seeing you
(Voice 2)
The tokyo airport is never fun
Unless you're here to pick up someone
Guess it's my turn to fly away
It's gonna be a loooong day
(Together)
Don't know much about where I'm goin
Except the name of the stadium
(V1)I'll miss the lake, (V2)I'll miss the gardens
(v1) Seattle/ (V2) Tokyo it's been fun
But I'm afraid I've got to run
(Voice 2)
Bet I'll regret leaving so hastily
But when my friends are sad, I hate to see
I hope Seattle has a place for me
It sucks being new
(Voice 1)
The city's behind me but I can't look
I'll miss the bus & the weird way it shook
Ah shit, Teddy I never returned that book
Guess you'll have to visit to get it
(Together)
I don't know much about where I'm goin
Except the name of the stadium
(V1)I'll miss the lake, (V2)I'll miss the gardens
Seattle/Tokyo it's been fun
But I'm afraid I've got to run
[Simultaneously]
(Voice 1)
I packed my bags last night / off to Tokyo first flight
I can't bear to say good bye
So Seattle, I'll be seeing you
(Voice 2)
The tokyo airport is never fun
Unless you're coming here to pick up someone
Guess it's my turn to fly away
It's gonna be a loooong day
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5. |
we had a season
04:24
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VERSE 1
JH: Well,
You were everybody's boyfriend
I was everybody's fear
Now I'm in everybody's clubhouse
Drinking everybody's beer
'Cause I threw, and I threw you away, and I knew you were gone
BF: Now I'm down here in the hall
When i saw you saunter in
And i watched your face fall
From that peanut-eating grin
'Cause you knew that I knew that you knew how bad you'd done me wrong
PRECHORUS
BF: And now you're here asking me for one final chance
JH: Bad times are near and I promise we're allies of circumstance
But I need you tonight
BF (spoken): Look,
CHORUS
2x: We had a season
We had a year
BF: between when i died
JH: and i reappeared
2x: we had every ability
but we never found stability
I had my reasons
I had my fears
BF: I thought we tried
JH: I saw the tears in your eyes when I lied
BF: I thought you'd be my bride...
VERSE 2
BF: When you made a mix tape showin' where your heart was at
And I took that cassette down to the laundromat
And the driers there were thumping time
Punctuating every rhyme
'til the end of Side A
when the Walkman snapped your voice away
JH: each time that i snapped should've been the last one
I said i'd change, but i threw you a fast one
My arm flew, and i knew you couldn't stay
And I watched your face burn the last time you turned away
PRECHORUS
2x: And now we're here, there's only one place left to go
It feels so queer, and I know this is our final rodeo
BF: and it isn't right
JH: but still,
CHORUS
2x: we had a season, we had a year
BF: between when i died
JH: and i reappeared
BF: it turns out your fragility
was just a big liability
2x: i had my reasons
i had my fears
JH: i had my pride
BF: i had those tears in my eyes as i died
JH: i never cried 'til i saw you...
BRIDGE
2x: down here in the hall, where you never see the sun
And I want to play ball, and the game is far from won
And we won't know the score til the game is said and done
But I think this last fight is gonna be our final one
CHORUS
2x: We had a season
We had a year
BF: between when i died
JH: and i reappeared
2x: All that's left is futility
It's too late for stability
I had my reasons
I had my fears
BF: I'll let things slide
2x: I know the tears in your eyes haven't dried
JH: I'll swallow my pride
2x (slower): Tonight I need you right here
Attachments area
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boss, hey, it's eric. yeah yeah, that eric. ahhh, fuck. you have gotta see what's happening to the garages right now. one of their players just got shelled—loofah—and york silk was the one that did it
grew up loud by the Puget void
bulge the size of Illinois
arms of steel and eyes aflame
it’s called a splort but to her it’s all a game
1 2 3 Ollies ready to win
yeah with Loofah at bat we’re gonna win again
TRY ME, BOYS
4’2” with a killer swing
yeah he’s the pint-sized good vibes home run king
roasted by the devil’s shell
12 seasons at bat and a week and a half in hell
steps to the plate, crocs caked in mud
gunblade in hand and out for blood
oh a bad nut’s rising over Baltimore
and the crabs are lookin’ to even up the score
yeah some days it’s anybody’s game
and some days you’re in the outfield, looking to make 'em feel the shame
go on go on go on go on go on go on go on
bottom of the first score 1 & 0
York steps to bat v. Chorby Soul
a pile of bones up on the mound
York stands firm on the shark-soaked ground
infinity reached up inside his head
as the pod scars hardened and the honey bled
Ollie in the outfield holdin’ court
itchin’ to tag that prideful dork
kept her cool like Seattle rain
can’t see the fear can’t feel no pain
eyes to the skies, is that a shell?
no birds in Seattle no light in hell
cuz a bad nut’s falling down on Baltimore
can't hear the screams can’t see the score
some days you’re everybody’s friend
and some days you’re in the dark
watchin’ the old die young again
yeah and some say
if you put your ear against the shell
you can still hear her scream
screamin'
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
I can’t believe ain't got a future for my faith
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
how long inside the dark, how long must I wait?
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
where’s my tomorrow? is it already too late?
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
I can’t believe this static life is my fate
goddamn god
get me on bat again
Eric: this is fuckin' great! ahahaha, these garages are so shit, i must be gettin' so many fuckin' charity tax breaks from hangin' round here. alright, I'll call u back <3
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7. |
dead ringer
03:26
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They put me in the ground on Sunday
Shoved my bones in the dirt
The fire had burned my flesh away
I suppose it could have been worse
They shared their sorrows, wept and then they walked away
How were they to know I wouldn’t stay
I blinked my eyes open on a fine September morn
From the first breath in my lungs I knew I was reborn
I saw the crowd that came to raise me from my grave
I returned, but my soul was not saved
My skin is made of energy, my blood is made of fire
I am what will happen when your best laid plans backfire
And I swear to you I do not mean the things I do
I’m a phoenix from the flame and soon you’ll all be burning too
They put me in my uniform and shoved me on the field
The score to settle was my sword, the cheering was my shield
I heard a voice, heard someone whispering in my head
Take them down, or soon you’ll rejoin the dead
The cowhide left my fingers like a bullet from a gun
When it hit, my heart grew heavy, I knew what I’d done
The target on their backs soon set them all alight
I only wish that I could burn so bright
My skin is made of energy, my blood is made of fire
I am what will happen when your best laid plans backfire
And I swear to you I do not mean the things I do
I’m a phoenix from the flame and soon you’ll all be burning too
I never wanted it to be this way
But there’s a debt in me I must repay
You all suffered to resurrect me
Was I worth trial by necromancy?
There’s a lesson here that I know well
When you raise the dead you’re raising hell
My skin is made of energy, my blood is made of fire
I am what will happen when your best laid plans backfire
And I swear to you I do not mean the things I do
I want to stop the firestorm I want to start anew
My debt has been refinanced and since I have burned no more
Now I’m forced to wander until I’ve settled the score
Someday I will sleep, the gods my soul to keep
And pray that I never again emerge from six feet deep
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8. |
holding hands
04:37
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I remember that day
Just like it was yesterday
Was it only weeks ago?
We went to that funeral
We heard the will
And tears were spilled
While we divvied up the bones,
They barred the doors
On the Sunbeams Court
And if they call you to the stand
I will be right there, holding your hand
In the Hellmouth there's no wrong or right
So just take my hand, and hold on tight
And we might
survive
this court tonight
We stood accused
Our crimes could not be excused:
We'd no remorse
For our part in the Bonecourse
We'd killed our Captain
We'd let it happen
I think we knew right then
we could never win,
Judged by our Sins
So when they call you to the stand
I will be right there, holding your hand
In the Hellmouth there's no wrong or right
So just take my hand, and hold on tight
And we might
survive
this court tonight
The defense did their best
Our innocence they professed
But then the judge was on the stand
And then somehow, Sunman (Sunman?!)
We'd hoped justice would prevail
But it'd long gone off the rails
Time bleeding away, had to speak my heart
Before we were torn apart
Well I said what I said and I meant it
Disrupting the court was never what I intended
But seeing you there on the stand
with your hand extended..
I had to be by your side
Even as all hope for mercy died
I was finally freed
From that ol' ring of greed
Too little too late
They'd sealed our fate
With your hand in mine, our last farewell
We were Guilty as Hell
And I remember that terrible sound
When the Executioner's axe came down
Those puppetmasters had their day in court,
They'd pulled their strings and we'd come up short
But in the Hellmouth there's no wrong or right
So just take my hand, and hold on tight
In the light
of the sun
so brutal and bright
This court's on fire, but here I stand
Just you and me, holding hands
Anyone could see, the whole trial was a sham
But what's real, is us, holding hands
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9. |
sure is wimdy today
02:44
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we’ve got old, broke souls
with debt to pay
we’re a piecemeal whole
picking up orphans and strays
and i know the coin gives
and it takes away
but oh,
sure is wimdy today
we’re a burned out bunch
hollow and grey
and love ain’t enough
to keep the darkness at bay
and i know the coin moves
in mysterious ways
but oh,
sure is wimdy today
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10. |
lure them all away
04:21
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we all know what’s coming on the wind
nobody can stop the tide from coming in
the sharks in the water are swimming up for blood
but who they’re after is yet to be seen
maybe i can be
the chum who takes one for the team
i’ll be the best they’ve ever seen
i’m gonna lure them all away
i’ll be the hero of the day
you brought me back for god knows what
i still can’t figure out
if i’m meant for this story
or if i should find another one
i know i’m weighing down the team
and now there’s water to our knees
and i attract attention
but the kind that we don’t need
and the only way that’s forward
is the one where i leave
everyone i meet gets a piece of me
they meet a reflection of the people they’ve already seen
i’ve gotten used to the idea of being perceived
in a way that takes more than what i receive in return, so now i’m
the chum who takes one for the team
i’ll be the best they’ve ever seen
i’m gonna lure them all away
i’ll be the hero of the day
you brought me back for god knows what
i still can’t figure out
if i’m meant for this story
or if i should find another one
i know i’m weighing down the team
and now there’s water to our knees
and i attract attention
but the kind that we don’t need
and the only way that’s forward
is the one where i leave
i hear new york might have work for me
the empire state might have the city of my dreams
i’m gonna lure them all away
i’ll be the hero of the day
you brought me back for god knows what
i’m gonna lure them all away
i’ll be the hero of the day
you brought me back for god knows what
i still can’t figure out
if i’m meant for this story
or if i should find another one
i know i’m weighing down the team
and now there’s water to our knees
and i attract attention
but the kind that we don’t need
and the only way that’s forward
is the one where i leave
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11. |
consumer blues
02:34
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I was walking down the field
another day
another ballgame
our new pitcher on the mound:
(now pitching for the seattle garages)
chorby soul
when along came
a horde of sharks with teeth so sharp
they could cut right through our bats
ready to consume
and take away all of our stats
oh no
oh no
look down below
oh consumers are coming
and they're coming for our soul
you better hope your skin is thick enough
or they'll swallow you whole
oh no
oh no
look down below
oh consumers are coming
and they're coming for us all
you better hope your skin is thick enough
or they'll swallow you whole
(killer harmonica solo)
and as the killer fish attacked
I held onto my cowboy hat
and jumped from nose to nose between two bites
the league's most gracious acrobat
but as I grabbed poor chorby soul
from the jaws of defeat
I felt the teeth of an aquatic beast
wrapped around my feet
oh no
oh nooooo
look down below
oh consumers are coming
and they're coming for our soul
you better hope your skin is thick enough
or they'll swallow you whole
oh no
oh no
look down below
oh consumers are coming
and they're coming for us all
you better hope your skin is thick enough
or they'll swallow you whole
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garages, an anarcho-syndicalist blaseball band from the fictional location of seattle. we make songs about being gay, the apocalypse, and fighting the gods.
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