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Hopscotch
03:22
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Jesus moaned
This town’s in flames
I got my baby in my arms tonight
Howling at you twirl
Like the world’s still bright and blue
Our dream came true
Rip my tongue right out
I keep having revelations
That the station’s gonna drown
And it’s hell
Just watch me yell
From the bottom of the well
We want it to be over
My love, my light is colder
Let’s both be swans
It won’t be long
I can see’um slipping under water
Wear my pearls all the way to the slaughter
I can see’um slipping under water
Lead me by the hand lead me by the hand lead me by the…
Oh, my heart
It’s jumping rope it’s gone insane
It plays hopscotch too
Sipping blue up on a swing
Come on and
Lead me by the hand, lead me by the hand, lead me by the…
(Oooh, rest it’s soul)
Lead me by the hand, lead me by the hand, lead me by the…
(Oooh, rest it’s soul)
At last, I found
The light was hiding in the shade
And since I found the expiration date
I skipped a step and know that I’ve been saved
So let’s take this big brown house
Fill it up with pictures till a twister comes ‘round
Nothing makes you free like giving up
(Look it’s flying! It’s flying!
Watch out for those planes!
They ain’t playin!
Wailing out my woes
So everybody knows)
(And we will drown
We will drown
We will drown!
We will drown!
Go gettem’ boys!)
The sun is bouncing on the asphalt three, one, two
Shuffle, heel step, like I taught you how to do
Kiss my face like the end is nigh
I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna die
The lightning and the cinders
The ice cream on your fingers
Caress me till it’s over
Caress me till it’s over
(And we will drown
We will drown
We will drown!
We will drown!)
It won’t be long
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Tiger Song
04:27
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Four fifteen
Tossing turnip
Sit and watch you dream
Like a tiger on my knee
Watching mangoes from the tree... drop
I don’t stand the ghost of a chance
Without you
Pulled your fangs
Is it hurting?
Couldn’t let you grow
Right through me
Watch the planes fly by every hour
And wonder
Why they don’t come down to the flowers
And play
We have it all
So stay
Oh, they don’t know nothing
Please don’t leave
All of my words would be broken
Watch me, I’m skinning the walls
I’ll scream the head off a mountain
If your heart is a dance
Let it dance right through me
Eight fifteen
Top of the mornin’
Little eyes, could this be true?
Hello love
Thank God you’re awake
Could I please pour some milk on your flakes
Is it me or is the world quaking?
Sit right here and watch me crumbling
I don’t stand the ghost of a chance
I don’t stand the ghost of a chance
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t….
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Pinc Louds Brooklyn, New York
Pinc Louds was born from a bird's reflection in a gutter. It made its way into three-dementiality by feeding on insects and candy wrappers.
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