1. |
Think Fast
03:28
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Keep your eye on the clock,
Got about three minutes to sing,
Every song keeps rolling until you say something
Here it comes,
Crashing drums,
Air from my lungs
CHORUS:
Think fast ‘cause it’s time to go,
Did you find a moment to enjoy the show?
Think fast ‘cause it’s time to go,
Was there someone there who made your heart explode?
You’re the only one who can who can slow it down,
I guess loving you makes me stick around
I’m just here for the ghost,
Sneaking around under the eaves,
I wanna know how they can hang out eternally
Are they bored?
Underscore,
Forever yours
CHORUS:
Think fast ‘cause it’s time to go,
Did you find a moment to enjoy the show?
Think fast ‘cause it’s time to go,
Was there someone there who made your heart explode?
You’re the only one who can who can slow it down,
I guess loving you makes me stick around
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2. |
Technicolor Red
03:12
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I’ve been sitting here thinking,
Well, I guess thinking isn’t quite the word,
I’ve been sitting here dying,
For something to occur,
Knocking on the door to see if I’m still home,
Calling to check in but I turned off my phone,
Baby are you there?
Did you disappear?
Words are drifting over but I really don’t care
Found alternative meaning,
In about two hundred forty lines,
If I was writing a sonnet,
That’d be a waste of time,
Show me, show me, show me, show me what I am,
Straight into my veins I’ve got helical scan,
Magnetize my heart,
Suffer for my art,
Once I hit the end I just rewind to the start
CHORUS:
Tape, caught in an endless loop,
Show me again and again on the,
Tape, forgetting where I am when I see all that analog,
Tape, caught on an endless loop,
Show me again and again on the,
Tape, forgetting where I am when I see all that Technicolor red
Let’s devour a minute,
Or an hour if you think we could,
Then a day or two later,
Another week sounds good,
Listen very carefully to my next words,
Been in here a month and real life still hurts,
Call me in a year,
I’ll be in the clear,
Dedicate the decade to my world premiere
CHORUS:
Tape, caught in an endless loop,
Show me again and again on the,
Tape, forgetting where I am when I see all that analog,
Tape, caught on an endless loop,
Show me again and again on the,
Tape, forgetting where I am when I see all that Technicolor red
SECAM PAL NTSC
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3. |
Big Shot
04:07
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I took a break to check if I’m alive,
And I crashed my car up on Mulholland Drive,
Well, you might’ve heard life is a blur, better focus up,
Oh, Give me lens, best of the best
They say content’s everything
Drain my veins and pump me full of fame
CHORUS:
I could just pretend to be a big shot,
And then soon enough they’ll forget that I’m not,
Except for you
There’s a place in hell for those who have doubted me,
A revolving cast watching trash talk TV,
So, sharpen your knives, say your goodbyes, coming for this song,
Oh, one of the greats, Babe at the plate,
So yeah, you are welcome
Drain my veins and pump me full of fame
CHORUS:
I could just pretend to be a big shot,
And then soon enough they’ll forget that I’m not,
Except for you
Now, I’m the best that you’ve ever seen,
I’m number one at everything,
Not even close, this is peak success,
But between us, I’m a fucking mess
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When the lightning strikes you twice,
Rabbit’s feet and lucky dice,
You’ve got something, dead to rights,
Just tread careful with,
A habit of listing out your favorite songs,
And you’re the one who wrote them
CHORUS:
I’m in the weeds, break everything,
But have you heard me scream? Yeah!
Haunted machine, not a critique,
My heart is endless steam,
But I forgot,
But I forgot,
But I forgot,
That I could stop
Counting down your lucky breaks,
Wait until you’ve got the shakes,
Talent gives before it takes,
Then takes everything,
I’m part of a special club for dancing moths,
A violent tango for us
CHORUS:
I’m in the weeds, break everything,
But have you heard me scream? Yeah!
Haunted machine, not a critique,
My heart is endless steam,
But I forgot,
But I forgot,
But I forgot,
That I could stop
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5. |
Sign Me Up
03:35
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Wading in the waves,
Drunk on the sun and feeling brave,
One more chance I’ll entertain
Saw another life,
White picket fence and kitchen knives,
Stab me shallow in the side,
Too deep and I might die
CHORUS:
Break my heart in a Malibu parking lot,
Key my car, tell me something that leaves a scar,
Sunny days we’re never good for us,
Hey! When it’s over just sign me up for another one
Tragic runaways,
Life on the road torn from a page,
Don’t ask me, I can’t explain,
Let me know the odds,
Surfing the wire for longer shots,
Bet it all on blowing up,
At least I’ll know I won
CHORUS:
Break my heart in a Malibu parking lot,
Key my car, tell me something that leaves a scar,
Sunny days we’re never good for us,
Hey! When it’s over just sign me up for another one
God, it feels so good getting over you,
God, it feels so good getting over you,
Let’s do it again
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6. |
The Cooler
03:06
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Whenever I’m around you miss all your flights,
Whenever I’m around your phone dies,
Whenever I’m around they forget a part,
Whenever I’m around I break hearts
CHORUS:
But you gotta just lighten up man, everything’s fine,
Live it up and cosmically untwine,
I’m just somebody’s fall guy,
Lighten up, lighten up, lighten up
Whenever I’m around you forget the words,
Whenever I’m around the food burns,
Whenever I’m around you lose every chip,
Whoever I’m around the rope slips
CHORUS:
But you gotta just lighten up man, everything’s fine,
Live it up and cosmically untwine,
I’m just somebody’s fall guy,
Lighten up, lighten up, lighten up
Life’s easy for the cooler
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7. |
Chemicals
03:37
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Can you spot the difference,
Between the guilty and the young idiots?
Trial for free tickets,
Just shoot the stop bath in my heart,
I do this for the art
Something’s coming over me,
A sense that nothings really ever complete,
Held at the factory,
Brains floating so sweet in a jar,
Imagining the stars
Take it from the top again
CHORUS:
I thought I showed my notes,
All the broken down chemicals,
On fire for years, science so weird,
Get out or you just might love it here
Method over everything,
You’ve been in character since you were thirteen,
It’s been enlightening,
Some people go home from the lab,
But this is all you have
Spot the telephoto eye,
Perfect position to avoid the hard light,
Someday you’ll get it right,
Cut open to stream on demand,
They’d never understand
Take it from the top again
CHORUS:
I thought I showed my notes,
All the broken down chemicals,
On fire for years, science so weird,
Get out or you just might love it here
Young and admired,
Wings of desire,
St. Elmo’s fire,
Heard on the wire,
Young and admired,
Wings of desire,
St. Elmo’s fire,
Plug in
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8. |
Perfect Day
03:22
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I saw a sign again, out in the yard,
Another haunting, cat-faced portrait of god,
“Kill or be killed” it said, and then I knew,
That my day was already ruined
CHORUS:
Hey, what a perfect day for a target on my back,
Hey what a perfect day for a black cat,
I swear everything is fine,
Hey, what a perfect day to be burned alive
I know I know you’re right, I’m acting out,
Sarcastic exploration of all this doubt,
A little tune to sing when something breaks,
Better than going to my wake
CHORUS:
Hey, what a perfect day for a target on my back,
Hey what a perfect day for a black cat,
I swear everything is fine,
Hey, what a perfect day to be burned alive
Now, everything I fear just gets me off,
Now, everything I hate turns into songs,
CHORUS:
Hey, what a perfect day for a target on my back,
Hey what a perfect day for a black cat,
I swear everything is fine,
Hey, what a perfect day to be burned alive
I’m not the ash for you to toss,
I’m not a corpse trapped in a box,
I’m not a ghost, no haunted house,
I’m just a spark repeating
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9. |
Empty Skull
03:25
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Hey everyone, I wrote a song,
Another indie post-genre pop screw up,
Learn all the words and sing along,
I spent a solid half hour drawing at random out of a hat
CHORUS:
Don’t you wanna know the meaning?
Don’t you wanna think I’m extra special?
I’m an empty skull praying for something meaningful,
Don’t you wanna hear the static and snow?
Still organizing everything
I’ve got a splatter of paint, looks like a wing,
Or anything you’d like to see,
Angels, insects, or bluebirds, whatever, just tell me what it should be
CHORUS:
Don’t you wanna know the meaning?
Don’t you wanna think I’m extra special?
I’m an empty skull praying for something meaningful,
Don’t you wanna hear the static and snow?
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10. |
Yes And
04:10
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Method, tie me to a cross,
“Chin up, everyone,” and watch how it’s done,
I’m from a line of actors and mimes fighting to speak, “Ooo,”
Thank you, I’ll be here all week
Intermission comes, sorry everyone, just a trial run, see you next time,
Wait I shouldn’t have said that, everybody back, fade out of the black,
Love the feedback
CHORUS:
Must’ve been quite the night for a change,
Bleeding out up on stage and nobody asks if you’re okay
Act two: I am still a beast,
Not great costuming but off in the wings,
Somebody screams, they’re appalled by the scene, “Come rescue me! Please!”
“Yes and,” is all they can bring
Intermission comes, sorry everyone, just a trial run, see you next time,
Wait I shouldn’t have said that, everybody back, fade out of the black,
Love the feedback
CHORUS:
Must’ve been quite the night for a change,
Bleeding out up on stage and nobody asks if you’re okay
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11. |
Hotline
04:37
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You’ll never change out in Marina Del Rey,
A tidal wave, a water grave
I can’t explain all of the math it would take,
To add you up then cut the fingers away to help you assimilate
But you’re half way there
CHORUS:
Break your fall with a five minute call,
Hotline I recommend: 800 You’re the best
Another night looking for someone to fight,
An empty life, a neon knife,
You lost your voice, complained too much about love,
Now everyone knows that your time in the deep was part of an audition
But you’re halfway there
CHORUS:
Break your fall with a five minute call,
Hotline I recommend: 800 You’re the best
We all feel fake, we’re separate halves,
Sown together by some guy selling souvenir hats
Get two for one, now that’s a deal,
Show the world you saw the animal who couldn’t feel
Are you a hoax? Not really here?
Just a story someone’s telling over one more beer
This is your chance, your shooting star,
Figi mermaid crawling from their mount above the bar
Your time has come, fuck all the noise,
Give ‘em something that will terrify the good ol’ boys
This is the start of every end,
Alpha and Omega fighting over dividends
You’re really you, you’re happening now,
After billions of years you’re here to shout it out
There are no words to any song,
Just vibrations that were rumbling through you all along
Call me now, call me now, call me now, call me now
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Glowbug Los Angeles, California
Glowbug is Daniel Anderson.
General contact: Glowbugband@gmail.com
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