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Mindwipes
03:20
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Mindwipes and missing patterns
Steady as she goes, darling
Some things are not for debate, now
Trying to let go of our children
Is all really as it goes
All you seem to see are your ghosts
Ahh, Ahh, Ahh --
Forgot, forgotten images
You made, you made the pilgrimage
Now you've got to, now you've just got to erase
Can we really hide ourselves inside
An invisible place in time
Ahh, Ahh, Ahh --
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2. |
Jazz No. 4
03:41
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Oh la la la la
Met a girl,
She knocks at your door
Keep a smile Grady,
It's what she'll entertain you for
She's bringing baggage over,
But I don't mind
When it comes to baggage baby,
I've got a little bit of it
She asks if life's moving fast,
But I don't know
She asks if life's moving fast,
But it seems slow
Ohh la la la la
Met a girl,
She comes on
Just close your eyes my son,
Just sing along
She's bringing bad news over,
But I'm blind and I can't see
Suffocate me down to where -
I can breathe
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3. |
Franco Garbanzo
04:08
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There's something pathetic hidden in your cries
As we backtrack for miles across the sands
An indifference to the plight of most
Gets me where I'm feeling like a parking post
They were asking for us, but the streetlights shut us down
Everyone's a stranger and the airwaves scream it proud
We turn our backs on the age old media machine
Your smoking gun, the cause for which to bleed
Alright!
Another television rigged to blow
At the first sign of disillusioned youth
Overstimulated, raw, and hopelessly fixating
Don't lose your footsteps in the snow
They were asking for us, but the desktop shut us down
Everyone's in danger, you won't hear it 'till it's loud
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4. |
Lubrication
04:05
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Grease the hinges
Lubrication
Open the doorway
Ventilation
Corrupt controller
Deserted landscape
Moving towards her
Waiting to escape
Blame the poolboy
Stepchildren
Silently destroy
T.V. Westerns
Make me weak
Lost the words to speak
One-way vision
Lost the highway
Rearview mission
Doing it my way
Slim pickings
For jackrabbits
Squatting and sitting
Let's make it a habit
Renegade
This is the last time you'll ever get away
Don't you know it's rude
To stare across the table waiting for your food
Ooh, Ooh
Is it coming down on you
Don't you know it hurts me to see you bruised
Ooh, Ooh
I'm just spectating
Watch you sit atop your things
Far away inside
Scattered and tossed aside
That's just what we'll talk about when we're sober
What will we talk about when we get older?
Grease the hinges
Lubrication
Open the doorway
See a renovation
I still know how to love
Those friends you knew grew up so tough
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5. |
Little Fish, Big Sea
04:44
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I try to swim free
I'm just a fish in the big, big sea
Throw me down a line
Then I'll try and bite your bait tonight
Your bait tonight
Alright!
I think the ocean's telling me
I've got to find a way to swim free
Throw me down a line
Then I'll try to bite your bait tonight
Your bait tonight
Alright!
She loves it
It's so great
The smell of
Fresh cocaine in the mirror
Get me the hell away from here!
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6. |
Navy Blue
05:00
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Summer breeze
Colder than it seems
Summer breeze
A whisper in my dreams
It perforates -
White linen drapes
As golden rays -
Push on through
A heaviness -
Sticks to me
Sand caught between -
Pressed sheets
Oh baby, you
You are my,
My navy blue
It hurts to wait
Counting the days
Love is delayed -
My time to waste
A feeling of emptiness
Surrounds me
If only walls could talk to tell you
They'd say
Oh baby you,
You are my,
My navy blue
Fog's rolling in
Over choppy seas
No wind in your sails
Lighthouse has no light
Skipper jump ship
No North Star in sight
Oh baby you
You --
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Yard Art Phoenix, Arizona
Yard Art is group of 4 multi-instrumentalists (Matthew Blevins, Nate Sell, Cameron Schultz, and Grady Douglas) residing in
Tempe, Arizona.
The music of Yard Art is focused on rich instrumentation and clever songwriting as opposed to a set genre or style. Much of the band's music is influenced by Alternative Rock, Post-rock, Jazz, Blues, and Pop Punk.
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This band punches hard, stops fast, all the while preserving the psychedelic 60s vibrations. Good work gentlemen.
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