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Peak
03:38
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Peak years, I don’t hear what they’re saying. Peak years, I don’t care what they’ve said. Going nowhere in this city, going nowhere with this tune. Stood the test of time when I was barely standing. Who’s to say this was a waste? It’s not hard to see this now. I will not miss you at all or the things we didn’t do. Rue the day the sky turned grey. It’s not hard to say this now. It’s not hard to say this now. It’s not hard to say this now. Peak years, I don’t hear… peak years I don’t care. Stood for something sound, but I’m misunderstanding. Singing praise on bended knees. It’s not hard to see this now. All is lost if you are gone, mourn the things we didn’t choose. Rue the day the sky turned grey. It’s not hard to say this now. I will not miss you at all or the things we didn’t do. Who’s to say this was a waste? It’s not hard to say this now. It’s not hard to say this now. It’s not hard to say this now. It’s not hard to say this now. It’s not hard to say this now.
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Dandy
03:32
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Dandy in the underworld, use your head or lose your cool. Dandy in the underworld, chip off the old block for all to see turn out the same. Some self-control is worth it’s weight in gold. Some self-control is twice as pure I’m told. Dandy in the underworld, too much and ya lose control. Dandy in the underworld, don’t sweat the small stuff, poor child you’ve had enough. If you ain’t got the power or can’t seize your potential… every minute is dreadful. Some self-control is worth it’s weight in gold. Some self-control is twice as pure I’m told. Some self-control is worth it’s weight in gold. Some self-control is twice as pure I’m told.
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Shoulda
03:17
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Turned and just walked away and made it look easy babe. We were living astray on two or three bucks a day. Beam me up right off the map any place. This town will deal you out for stock in trade. We done sold rock n’ roll. Pick me up out of this mess, pretty please. Beam me up right off this planet today. Spare me of the stain and clutter from these **** for brains. They ain’t playing it straight with you or me anyways. Beam me up right off the map, pretty please. Beam me up right off this planet one way. Tell me how did everyone just get to be so lame? So it goes, echoed like a broken record. We done sold rock n’ roll.
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Enough
03:34
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You’re learning it’s not quite so simple finding the right people, yeah. And the good times that seemed so special, could have been with anyone else. We put our energy together, it helped when I was thinking out loud. And as I worked towards the future, you were picking out new furniture. Let’s have a moment to ourselves. Let’s take a moment for ourselves. Will it be a day when there won’t be enough. Will there be a day when it won’t be enough.
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Gold
03:00
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Have you ever loved something more than it’s worth? That’s the way it goes round here, but I never wanted much… just a line and hook too real to feel or wheel and deal, with some time to kill. Brace yourself, we’re coming off the cuff, that’s the way we roll. You were good as gold, but the weight of the world will keep you down for the count. She hasn’t lost her touch… just can’t take a joke! No pain, no gain, it’s all the same, it’s alright by me. Ne’erdowells, fixing to size you up head to toe. Say no more, just a deafening trade of blows. Lean in hard, bob and weave yeah, just like the pros. Keep it real and be chill as the tale unfolds. Play the part, keep it sharp, put your nose to the grindstone. It’s a little late for that. Save your words for these deafening trade of blows. Lean in hard, duck and weave yeah, just like the pros. Keep it real and be chill as the mess unfolds. Play the part, keep it sharp, keep your nose to the grindstone.
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Best
02:47
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Swore I wouldn’t waste my time if rhyme and reason will abide. So, what are we doing it for? Swore I wouldn’t waste my time beyond the things we just let slide. What did we do it for? We did our best to keep it civil, when nothing’s further from the truth. Go off and live your best life. And if it hurts to live a little, then pay your last respects and move. Go on and live your best life. You do yo. Swore I wouldn’t waste my time, we crossed our fingers, why ask why. Why’d we do it this time? Swore I wouldn’t waste my time if we could see the end in sight. So, what did we do it for? We did our best to keep it civil, but nothing’s further from the truth. Go off and live your best life. And if it hurts to live a little, then pay your last respects and move. Go on and live your best life. You do you.
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Blank
01:39
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Camera
05:05
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There’s too many of us, can you split the check? Ain’t nobody out here for the melody. We’re thirsty to sell, so let the cream rise up. Cuz grabbing at straws will only press your luck. Don’t bank on the bomb you cannot destruct. You’ll break down the walls, but won’t make a buck. Broken, trampled dream. Broken, trampled, bleeding. Broken, severed dream, hellish. Music for the masses or just sound effects. The patrons go all out for the recipe. The lay of the land is where the drink dries up. Stay true to yourself and they will fill your cup. I’ve been on a roll and cut through the rough. Been down from a fall, it wasn’t so tough. Broken, trampled dream. Broken, trampled, bleeding. Broken, severed dream, hellish. Rejoice in the carnage or in retrospect. These wages were garnished for your benefit. Broken, trampled dream. Broken, trampled, bleeding. Broken, severed dream, hellish.
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Reel
03:24
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Well-to-do friends on loan. Minor suits come and go. Harsh and real as it gets. Don’t play your last card without a safe bet. Costs exceed all I’ve done. Who’ll hum a tune when I’m gone? Soft and sweet as it gets. A bell that chimes loud through all the fakes. Real connection. Real deception. Real depression. Reel.
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More Is The Pity (Rain)
04:15
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The rude boys run the show, it tickles their fancy. Just tools of a cruel world, but they’ll come in handy. When you water everything down, it feels as right as rain. If you water everything down, you wash away the thing we had. This barge won’t stay afloat, submerged virtually unknown. Deep blue kaleidoscope, it’s your funeral. One long, summer day, you’ll never get back. One long, summer day. When you water everything down, it feels as right as rain. If you water everything down, it weeds out all the extras. When you water everything down, you wash away the thing we had.
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Tradeoff
03:01
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Two-faced cheapskates, third-rate prima donnas… it’s too late for a trade-off. Stalemate rat race, bet your bottom dollar… it’s too late for a trade-off. It’s too late for a trade-off, nothing changed by it’s own free will. It’s too late for a trade-off, time to flip the script. Dead weight snowflakes, onstage playing possum… it’s too late for a trade-off. Half-baked beefcakes, no taste, spoiled rotten… it’s too late for a trade-off. It’s too late for a trade-off, nothing changed by it’s own free will. It’s too late for a trade-off, time to flip the script. It’s too late for a trade-off. It’s too late for a trade-off. It’s too late for a trade-off. It’s too late for a trade-off.
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The Sour Notes Austin, Texas
Austin, TX band The Sour Notes are known for their cross-genre, DIY aesthetic, self-releasing a prolific catalog of music on vinyl, cassette and CD. They have toured nationally over ten times, making appearances at CMJ, SXSW, NXNE, Fun Fun Fun Fest, Free Press Summer Fest and have shared stages with such diverse bands as The Dandy Warhols, Of Montreal, Foxygen, Future Islands and Daniel Johnston. ... more
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