1. |
Bottleneck Blues
03:11
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you go down to the water again
when everything wants to be relieved of weight
there's too much on this land
let's go and see the end
i wanna see the end
you ride down to the water again
everything's running on reverse intention
the buses and the cars
you know the way things are
the bottleneck blues
when thing's take up too much space in the city
everything has its place
that's something that they say
you can't find a space
they drove around for hours and they could not
find a space
we drove around for hours and we could not
find a space
you go down to the water again
i know when i'm caught
and i have to admit:
i'm one who makes lists
sometimes you forget
there are so many things
let's go down to the water again
i wanna swim with a rusty engine
i wanna leave some things
just as they had been
i wanna leave some things
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2. |
Walking With the Moon
03:01
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now that I know just where
you've been at
it's a little late to mind
too much for that
it was up to you
you can always do right by
people next to you
all you do is not lie
it's up to you
now that I know it's fine
to walk with the moon
I think I'll go out where
it's just me and her
no one's gotta know
no one's gonna follow you
when we walk alone
walk under my shadow and
I'll make it a dream
now that I know just where
you've been at
it's a little late to mind
too much for that
it was up to you
no one's gonna fool around
when the night is through
when you see the grey light
it's up to you
it's up to you
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3. |
Direct Light
02:06
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who knows what it's supposed to feel like?
I know it isn't even about that
at noon, that is when the right light
comes in, reflected from the courtyard
I don't need direct light
who knows what it even feels like?
one time was enough to feel right
who knows what it's supposed to feel like?
if you did, would it even feel right?
at noon, that is when the bright light
comes in, when the angle's just right
i don't need the thru-line
no one learns a lesson this time
who knows what it's supposed to feel like?
who knows when it is the best time
to hear the music of city life?
when you're going walking at night
sometimes, maybe something tricks your eyes
you can hear the bells chime
who knows what it's supposed to feel like?
one time was enought to feel right
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4. |
Endless War
03:13
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everyone born wrong
been wrong before you done wrong
everyone born wrong into endless war
echoes of battle from far distant shores
gun shots at night from around the corner
the streets are aflood with the means to destroy
the feed is aflood with a million stories
we see the same things we have before
they're throwing the garbage out from the front doors
people walk in and out of the stores
feeling so safe and so self-secure
happy to live in post-bloomberg new york
everyone born wrong
everyone doing it wrong
everyone born wrong into endless war
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5. |
TM Joint
03:43
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TM joint working overdrive
grinding at your clenched jaw tight
drink some water from the faucet in the night
sleeping just to dream of better times
now they're calling the doc to break the strike
someone isn't gonna make it home tonight
is it neither here nor there if they expire
if it's neither here nor there where they reside?
TM joint working overdrive
dreams of gnawing and slurping all night
do you think they wish to be undignified?
do you think they want to feel so sick and tired?
in west texas in the jail there's a room
where somebody's being force-fed through a tube
the courts acknowledge that they have done their time
but crossing's still a deportable crime
TM joint working overdrive
scammers in the circuit selling lies
the facts are on the floor before our eyes
the facts are on the floor
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6. |
Don't Hate the Player
03:42
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don't hate the player, hate the game
that's what they say, that's what they say
i just wanna serve you and get paid
that's what they say, that's what they say
why do we work just to degrade
all the relations in the neighborhood?
i don't wanna put kids on the fence
i don't wanna lurk inside my van anymore
i don't wanna handcuff teen wrists
without telling them what they did anymore
i know it fucks up your mind
to be stood in a line and not know why
why do i drive to your street?
i don't even live in your neighborhood
i don't wanna rush to the scene
with a heart full of fear and iron on me
i don't wanna play it out the same
following orders to the grave
NO MORE FAKE-ASS YOUTUBE
BASKETBALL GAMES
we wanna feel some analog change
i don't wanna look past you on the street
i wanna feel like a human being
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The Cradle Brooklyn, New York
music of paco cathcart. brooklyn, NY.
for booking/whatever: pkcathcart@yahoo.com or
646 220 3328
i also engineer for other people/bands. hit me up for that analog natural jank.
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