1. |
Welcome To My Mind
02:43
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You're not getting out because you're locked inside.
I'd like to introduce you to the corners of my mind.
‘Cause I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you.
I left the window open hoping baby that you walk through.
So welcome, welcome to my mind.
I think you'd like to know I can't let you go.
And if you even try I'll just close my eyes.
Now you're locked inside of my my my my mind.
I'm sorry about your fate, but pretty baby, you can't escape.
So welcome, welcome to my mind.
It's just my mind that I'm trying to find.
It's just my mind that's one of a kind.
Kinda sounds like: a little of you, and a little of me.
Put it all together and we got “we.”
So welcome, welcome to my mind.
You're certainly welcome, and what's in store is yours.
If you'd like the talcum, just look behind the door.
‘Cause I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you.
I left the window open hoping baby that you walk through.
So welcome, welcome to my mind.
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2. |
Transistor Sister
01:50
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Transistor sister you're so fine, and you're all that I got left
I'm gonna bank my cards on you.
You've got lips to die for, a heart of gold that I would buy for.
And that's just what I'm gonna do.
So I'll hold you in my arms for one more night.
Wake up in the dawns early light.
Oouuwwee baby you're alright.
Never got the wrong impression.
Only get the best reception.
Transistor sister you're o.k.
I feel so sad when she's out of range.
I get this static in my brain.
And this pain won't go away...
So I'll hold you in my arms for one more night.
Wake up in the dawns early light.
Oouuwwee baby you're alright.
And transistor sister you're right as rain.
There's nothing better than a bourbon kiss
but having it bronzed on your lips
and then it turns to solid gold.
I would ask you for a dance
but I know that dance would soon just end
and then we'd have to go
so I'll hold you in my arms for one more night
wake up in the dawns early light
Oouuwwee baby you're alright
and transistor sister you're right as rain
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3. |
Seven Years
01:42
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I like her, and she likes me,
but there's something in between.
Seven years she's been seeing him.
Seven years with that one man.
And I don't think I've got seven years in me.
If she's any indication of the kind of her relation,
he must be really super, just like Nietzsche's Zarathustra
and I don't think I've got seven years in me.
Seven years that means she was thirteen
Thirteen years old when it began
I like her, and she likes me,
but we know we can’t come clean.
Seven years she's been seeing him.
Seven years with that one man.
He must be really super, just like Nietzsche's Zarathustra
And I don't think I've got seven years in me.
Seven years
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4. |
We're Gone
01:21
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(apologies to B. Childish)
The place we call our home (go go go)
It’s no longer our own
It's going going gone (go go go)
There is no place that we call home
We're gone.
There is no place where we come from.
They taught us to stand strong
going to execute the wrong.
Me and my Feathered Friends (go go go)
eating out of bulk food bins (go go go)
We're gone.
There is no place where we come from.
We're gone.
There is no place where we come from.
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5. |
How Narvell Felt
02:23
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We can pedal, she can pound.
Won't get a medal, just get crowned.
He's embittered, she's a feat.
A non-jet-setter, more upbeat.
We can only do well if our heads don't swell to the size of the Krell and beyond written all in boldface and she’s in love with his bass, an amazing grace how sweet this sound.
Turn up the treble, got no ground.
No foot pedal, sound surround
The stones were thrown, it's fun to pelt.
Now no one knows how Narvell felt.
We can only do well if our heads don't swell to the size of the Krell and beyond written all in boldface and she’s in love with his bass, an amazing grace how sweet this sound.
We can pedal, she can pound.
You'll get a medal, stick around.
“Not a quitter” likes to bleat
Just a no-hitter, yet less discreet.
We can only do well if our heads don't swell to the size of the Krell and beyond written all in boldface and she’s in love with his bass, an amazing grace how sweet this sound.
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6. |
Baja
02:27
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7. |
You'll Screw the Pooch
00:58
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I've been up to the mountain, Crough Patrick was the rock
If you turn don't start counting, I'll hide, you'll seek me out
Don't make me stew - you'll screw the pooch
I was the thing she never got, though no Prince of charms
I made her mad, I think a lot, survived without her arms
Don't make me stew - you'll screw the pooch
I didn't come for no Bistro, I got no taste for stew
Unless you call me Maestro evacuate my coop
Don't make me stew - you'll screw the pooch
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8. |
Love You Better
02:11
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If you ever get cold at night please do tell baby I can help
I'll hold you in my arms until the shaking goes and your runny nose
Cuz there ain't nothing that I wouldn't do just make a wish and it'll come true
Cuz you're the only reason I know why the days so short and the nights so slow
And if it's true that you found someone that's new
there'll be her and he'll be gone
And I can love you better
A hold you in my arms much better and I'll kiss you on the lips much better
And I'll collect the tips and hold on to you as time goes on
I know now baby that I got my faults and this love keeps doing somersaults
End if I ever make it back to my feet I'll stop and drop and ask you please would you please
Would you take what I see and make it a reality
What add a could make just like today could make if you decide to end my heartache
And if I should ever go and fail you now don't you know that I learn how
I could love you better
I'll take a seat up on the moon, I got binoculars and a program too
And if he ever takes a fall I'll drop and prop and that's not all
You're so fine and in time I'm going to find a way to get you girl
And I don't care what it takes I've been studying so long I can't make a mistake
And if it's true that you found someone that's new
there'll be her and he'll be gone
And I can love you better
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10. |
Angie
01:19
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11. |
Humping Away
01:52
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12. |
Let's Hear a Cheer
02:16
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13. |
Beauty Is the Mind
02:21
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14. |
Losing Sleep
01:40
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15. |
I'm Out of Control
03:18
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16. |
Meet the Hi-Fives
01:47
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18. |
Hypnotizer
01:37
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19. |
Rip It Up
01:31
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The Hi-Fives San Francisco, California
The Hi-Fives were John Denery, Christopher Imlay, Steve Faine, and Gary Gutfeld (& also Jess Hilliard, Julie Rose, Evan Mendel, and Danny Seelig). They were a underground garage-punk band in the late 1990's on Lookout Records.
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