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6 Feet Deep And Rising
04:08
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I knew a girl named Sleep All Day
I knew another named Julie With The Camera
They made friends and they threw them away
Made their way in, and made a mess of the place
Now Sleep All Day and Julie were the same
A dirty butt gang leavin’ lipstick stains
On every shot glass from here to Miracle Lane
But their mixtape game was insane, and so were they, it’s like
A night sky
A bruised arm
You won’t find a darker blue
And that hook
That you’re on
Is stretchin’ you thin so I can see right through you
Another medical emergency
Their house looked like a pharmacy
It’s deepening the drama
See I know this song, but sing it anyway
I’ve got an early day
And nothing I can really say that ain’t been said
These girls will get in your head
Now Sleep All Day and Julie were the same
A dirty butt gang they called The Lipstick Stains
With tracks like a train and gold paint in their veins
But their mixtape game was insane, and so were they
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2. |
Crax
03:19
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Waiting, waiting some more
Ima find a spot right by the door
Falling, sometimes for show
Leaving, what’s left of the floor
Talking to shadows til the light sends them on home
Fallin’ through the crax on the road
Babies might burn this all down
Maybe, it’s true what they’ve found
This is that dream that I told you about
Breaking the brick from the bail
To taking the check from the mail
Leave it, just leave it alone
Fallin’ through the crax on the road
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3. |
Burn The Edges
03:08
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Far removed
Shut up and let the widow speak
I tune it out, for sure
Don’t listen to her, love
We’re goin home
Don’t listen to her cry
That book is closed
I drew a sketch of every tooth that ever formed a word
Made a map of every face
Don’t interrupt me love
I’m kinda in the chase
You’re thinkin’ I sold out
But you sold me out- burn.
We forced a laugh and chased an echo out the cave
This is the first chance I’ve had to count the days
Don’t listen to her love
I’m kinda in the chase
You’re thinkin’ I sold out
But you sold me out- burn.
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4. |
Empty Barrels
03:53
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The Darkest Street
03:04
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Hung outside, draped across the power lines
My favorite limb is down
One hour ride due west to see my southern town
No one’s getting out
On the exit now, I can feel the ground
Of the darkest street I know
I said don’t be scared, no one sees you
They’re working on their own
All alone
You blew my window out
We hid what we had to hide
Hung out side, draped across the power lines
My favorite limb is down
In my favorite little town
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6. |
Taste The Cut
03:52
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Rumors in uniform assembled at the line
Rumors in uniform for wars that never matter
They’ve got to fight your boring battles every time
Eyes heavy like a solid ton
Lit up like a casino
Red caps inside a plastic gun
Rocks glass on the piano
Live fire West Virginia tongue
Words weaponized and tied up
So many I forgot which one
You’re dead set to cut my night up
Rumors in uniform for wars that never matter
Assembled at the line
So they can fight your boring battles every time
With your unsettled scores and words that live in shadows
Are you that sensitive to tone?
Then you can fight your boring battles on your own
Live fire West Virginia tongue
Words weaponized and tied up
So many I forgot which one
You’re dead set to fuck my night up
Rumors in uniform for wars that never matter
Assembled at the line
So they can fight your boring battles every time
With your unsettled scores and words that live in shadows
Are you that sensitive to tone?
Then you can fight your boring battles on your own
There is an open door adjacent to the chatter
I’m thinking that’s where I’ll go home
And let you fight your boring battles on your own
What is it even for? Does this shit even matter?
Do you prefer to be alone?
Then you can fight your boring battles on your own
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El No Dayton, Ohio
El No- An organization of grizzled rockers from Ohio, now worldwide. Created in a plague by Nate Farley (Guided By Voices, The Amps, Robthebank), and Craigo Nichols (The Fur Coats, Dumbell, Robthebank) are now joined by their friends Jamy Holliday (Haunting Souls, Luxury Pushers, Dumbell) and Duane Hart (Pica Huss, The Method). When the moon is just right, you can find them on a stage near you. ... more
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