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Pixie Pixel
04:05
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I’m floating backwards fallin' in and out of time
Won’t take the lenses off
Dear real world, I resign
I know it’s all worthwhile
My love can’t be denied
Glaze over, move in closer
Pixel of my eye
Don’t get it twisted
I prefer a heart and soul
Here in the lens my eyes are fooled
They’re flesh and bone
I’ll synthesize a stepford wife
But there’s no cure
Render her obsolete
Sweat out the fever
Take a flight and now I’m gone
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2. |
Pay to Play
04:14
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Never rocked the boat
For fear of getting seasick
Every day’s the same
You won’t hear me complaining
Never learn a name
Statistics turn ‘em faceless
Learn to love the game
Best brush up on the basics
Don’t imply that they’re not something special
Compliment that fit from Macy’s in the mall
Hideaway habits with grand illusions
Catch me if you can inside the urban sprawl
Never listen to the right brain
Left side is safe
Logically let’s terminate
Every bad mood
Off kilter ways
Whatever gets us through the day
It’s the weekend
Can we escape?
Breathe in and out yeah namaste
We’re on the payroll
We have a say
Empty out your pockets, empty out your pockets
It’s pay to play
Never rocked the boat
For fear of getting seasick
Every day’s the same
You won’t hear me complaining
Never trust a pill until there is a signed script
Flying through the ‘burbs
I’m numb, I feel amazing
Don’t imply that you’re not something special
5 foot ten round up and claim you’re six feet tall
Ricochet off grandiose delusions
Catch me if you can inside the urban sprawl
Pay up if you want your portrait done by Rockwell
Stay young mainline dime bags of black market stem cells
Wake up your small corner of the world is bright and shining
Undone it’s hard to be living when you’re so busy dying
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3. |
Orange & Foggy
04:12
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Caught up in my room
Warm Coca Cola spilled on you
Hold up, that can is expired
Little bubbles used to bubble just a little higher
Hazy days under palm trees
LA summer was orange and foggy
Ten toes in the sand knock around
You always were a maybe
Manhattan Beach felt so wavy
Faded polaroid beneath the couch
The dust blotted us out
Tune down E to D
Your favorite bass painted surf green
Melt down
Orchestrate desire
Sentimental heavy metal hearts caught on fire
Hazy days under palm trees
LA summer was orange and foggy
Ten toes in the sand knock around
You always were a maybe
Manhattan Beach felt so wavy
Faded polaroid beneath the couch
The dust blotted us out
You drew darkly in black sharpie
The end of a rainbow
Pictures blurring
Dreamlike journey
Basking in your glow
You always were a maybe
Manhattan Beach felt so wavy
Faded polaroid beneath the couch
The dust blotted us out
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4. |
Future Nostalgia
04:52
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In my golden years will the neighbor’s kids call me grizzly?
High waist pants playing games of chance in gambling cities
Meet the old boys at the diner every other Monday
A cup of Joe, if you know you know, there’s no need to hurry
I hope I’ll float
No need to row
As these boyish good looks warp and fade
The last hairs turn gray
Downhill to paradise
Greener grass with apple pie
Can hardly wait to grow into this old soul
Future nostalgia stranglehold
In my golden years will my oldest kid spare a kidney?
High waist pants calling modern dance crude and filthy
Tend the garden in the yard smell all the daisies
Flowers grow to wilt in snow
Downhill to paradise
Greener grass with apple pie
Can hardly wait to grow into this old soul
Future nostalgia stranglehold
I hope I’ll float
No need to row
As these boyish good looks warp and fade
The last hairs turn gray
Will you miss me each time we say goodnight?
Will we walk the block when it’s warm outside?
Will our memories remember our lives?
If I find a still life
Will I be nostalgic for youth?
Wait for velvet twilight
A bed of roses to fall into
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Midmorning train to Amsterdam
She’s a cosmopolitan nomad
A debutante who’s high no doubt
Lovers love her money
Bumblebees to honey
Calls for revolution in her spare time ready Trotsky
Lounging on a nudist beach
Fuckboi there’s no need to speak at all
Pale emotion don’t fit my vibe
Won’t come back till you get right
I’ll jetset back through the sky
In clouds of white
You know I never come down
I never been one to calm down
In my high rise uptown
Afraid I’ll hit the ground
I get, get, get around
But Kokomo is a ghost town
A theremin with a blue sound
Look now I hit the ground
Midmorning train from Amsterdam
She’s a cosmopolitan nomad
A debutante who’s high no doubt
Cycle the rotation London’s waiting
Paris to Berlin’s a short vacation
Those Americans are too damn loud
Chaos and debauchery
Chocolate with a strawberry
Chuck the TV out the window when we win the lottery
Wipe blood from that diamond ring
Down on all fours
Wanna see you crawl
Blind devotion is what I need tonight
A pop song with hooks airtight
Hands up, windows down, let’s fly
Through clouds of white
Stamped passport
Summer flings
Found the real McCoy in Curacao
Harmonic motion in the ocean’s roar
Sailor boys hang their sailor hats on her front door
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6. |
In The Margins
04:24
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Fall asleep first and they’ll shave your eyebrows
In the morning explain that’s what friends are for
Razor’s edge between lust and love
High noon showdown
Curly Q, I’m confused
If you only knew
Step by step
Take it day by day
Give up your cocoon
Wings on display
Do you think of me
The way like I’m dreamin' in dreams about ya
Show me a sign
Burning straw men
Blowing smoke from your lungs to mine
Keep breathing
Back and forth on a swing
Past tense don’t mean a thing
In the margins we’ll be found
Hideout in the stacks with wisecrack highbrows
Their favorite cassettes date back circa ‘94
You can wear my coat if you’re cold after sundown
Curly Q, it’s you
How can I break the news?
Smaller getting smaller
Fragile dead flower bouquet
Whispers turn to blisters
They heard you call me by your name
Color outside the lines
Enhance the mundane
Let down what’s lost is found
Enjoy right now, today
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7. |
Inhale, Exhale, Joyride
03:42
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Acting tough when you’re spitting on the street
A sideways glance to girls you’d like to meet
And bottle fireflies
While Benny’s shotgunning his seventh beer
You wax poetic on the hemisphere
And these rising tides
There’s nowhere left to hide
Inhale, exhale, joyride
Enough’s enough when you’re a deer in the beams
Starstruck and shattered and only in dreams
Tongue-tied can’t speak
In the afterglow you feel brand new
Have we met or is this deja vu?
Love comes by and by
There’s nowhere left to hide
Inhale, exhale, joyride
Scuff marks on the dash from ghosts that haunt your passenger seat
In the glovebox a stash you toke while chasing ultralight beams
This is a god dream
This is everything
Caught in a bluff no aces up your sleeve
Taking pulls at midnight on New Year’s Eve
Cheap champagne with sprite
Shooting vodka from a watergun
This ain’t love but it’s a good dry run
Satellites align
There’s nowhere left to hide
Inhale, exhale, joyride
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8. |
Scot Free
03:52
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Summer snow and winters warm
I’m rolling coal
Eye of the storm
‘Cause I’ve got all for me and mine
It’s no bother move to Mars and we’ll be fine
Bombing out
We’ll begin again
And tumble down the rabbit hole with our next of kin
Curtain call it’s free for all
Status quo maintain ideals
Masochistic sex appeal
Take the red pill
Never follow
When you wake up eat your cake up open eyed
Wiping out
We’ll begin again
And sing along to siren’s song on sinking ships
Curtain call it’s free for all
Bombing out
We’ll begin again
And tumble down the rabbit hole with our next of kin
Years from now in a tailspin
The red planet is burning
Crack a cheshire grin
Curtain call free after all
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Little Trips Denver, Colorado
Little Trips is a mission to take people on adventures outside of the realms of this reality. With the recent release of their singles ‘Too Hot to Hold’ and ‘Overtime,’ the Denver based band of Greg laut, Jason Paton & Tiana Thakur creates danceable dream pop vibes fit for a summer afternoon at the beach inside your mind. Jump in and take a trip. You know you deserve the vacation. ... more
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