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A.C.T.A
04:07
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Watch me when i'm in my home.
Watch me when i'm all alone.
Your glass eye is open all the time.
Behind my monkey is where you hide.
Power down.
Hand the power down.
Watch me when i'm on my own.
Watch me when i romance the stone.
Look over my shoulder and I see you there.
All my dirty secrets keep you fed.
Power down.
Hand the power down.
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Space Monkey
02:36
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Well i hate that i love you so even though you want to be alone.
Saw you on my television set, just another dog chasing a bone.
Did i think that your pretty face, getting people dancing at home.
Would ever want to be beside me, hanging with Mr. Unknown?
Do you know what its like here, hanging at the bottom of the barrel?
The lady with the silver spoon standing on the throat of a scoundrel.
All you people who have friends, we're just a couple of mongrels.
The rich ones think they're better than us, i say fuck 'em
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3. |
Sunshine Blues
03:18
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Sick of life.
Sycophant.
Take a pill and piss your pants
give me a kiss on the back of my hand
give me a kiss on the back of my hand
Well i guess i've got the sunshine blues
Well i guess i've got the sunshine blues
Roll me over.
Run for cover.
Foreign life forms.
Broken lovers.
Cut out our lungs and drink out our livers.
Cut out our lungs and drink out our livers.
Well i guess i've got the sunshine blues.
Well i guess i've got the sunshine blues.
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There Goes Your Plan
04:56
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So what are you waiting for?
Can't you wait 'till i've found the door?
A broken smile to hide the uncertainty in my eyes.
She's left and gone away.
She's seen too many days
Searching for her future through a door of stale air.
Show me your eyes, you don't have to hide
I'll take you in from the cold, with all the flesh you sold
Show me your eyes, show me your eyes
Cut away your cysts
Ill show you everything you've missed
Ill drink from you until i'm completely pissed
She stencils in the sand the way to her master plan
But she cant see a thing with staples in her eyes.
Show me your eyes, you don't have to hide
Show me your eyes
Show me your fucking eyes.
I'll take you in from the cold, with all the flesh you sold
Show me your eyes, show me your eyes
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5. |
Whiskey Hill
03:46
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Well I go to the crossroads
Sell my soul, live forever.
And Robert Johnson 'aint got nothing on me.
Drinking whiskey with B.B King.
Because we don't know what we're doing now.
Here we are drinking whiskey,
crashing cars out the bottle,
and we're just hanging at the bottom of this hill,
hanging out over windowsills.
Because we don't know what we're doing now.
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6. |
Dunebugs (Demo)
02:16
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We fly together like dunebugs in the sun
losing green bottles 'till there was one
the pied piper piping makes the children fall in love
a genie in your pocket gives you everything that you're deprived of
Well i think its time we float over stormy weather.
Well i think its time we should find peace together now.
Do things if they're easy, we struggle when things are hard
Thinking makes me queasy, its what you get when your love is barred
I have trouble sleeping, at night my ghouls arrive.
Little ghosts are busy creeping, searching for the hardest heart
Well i think it's time we float over stormy weather.
Well i think it's time we should find peace together now.
I fell in love with a liar. But she was my everything.
She set my heart on fire. But her's was just a reflection.
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The Bad Apples Norwich, UK
The Bad Apples started in May 2011 with a sickly blues sound and a twisted outlook on life, they have since matured into a loud, ear melting Garage Rock duo.
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