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At Sea**
02:37
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I don't know what do say yeah I don't know what to do
These nautical miles seem to wash over you
We shake down, shake out but nothing is clear
And I can't say exactly where I'll be in a year
Looking for attention from my best friend's girl
Searching for direction as I sail round the world again
Nothing can be pure again
Nothing can be good without you
The northstar shining like a freak over me
We aimed for the heart but I misplaced the key
We moved to the clip of an internal flow
And the blue's so deep that there's nothing below
Looking for attention from my best friend's girl
Searching for direction as I sail round the world again
Nothing can be pure again
Nothing can be good without you
Always fighting for your life
Always fighting for your life
Always fighting for this second-hand of me
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2. |
Friends**
02:07
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Endless waves and we all get caught every once in a while by the inside chop
But if we can be free from this aquamarine we can surface again once we float back up
You know that it's true
I wanna begin with you
You know that it's true
In my head we could start it
Maybe we could be friends or the band instead
And if I could align all the waves in my mind then there'd still be some time
No there's really not
You know that it's true
I wanna begin with you
You know that it's true that we've lost and we've found all the curves in this sound and you're fooling around just to see me frown
And if I could invent or at least circumvent all the blue in your head it'll be o.k.
In my mind we can swim to see the sun
In my head we can stop and do it again
Another Weekend
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3. |
Accidental Reverb**
03:57
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I've got something to tell you
The top has sprung a leak
You're the leak
And I don't know what to do
Everything is inverted
You were once my friend
Now you're not and this
Appears to be the end
This is just the beginning
Everything will change
This is accidental reverb, and you know it can't be wrong
This is accidentally my least favorite song
For you
When everything gets strange
We've got to rearrange our points of view
Broken hearts and guitar strings
The confusion just pretends
Are we here or not? And do we comprehend
Invisible jets over streetlights
Isn't life a grid
These experimental echoes
Are policemen when they bend
And you know we can't retrieve the waves that we had
Again
When everything gets strange
We've got to rearrange our points of view
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4. |
I.A.T.C.
02:10
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Checking out the world in the middle of the town and I'm gettin' really weird on the dirty ground
Never been alone when you love me so fast and you tell me secret stuff just to set me free
It's Alright to Cry oh no
It's Alright to Cry oh no
It's Alright t Cry I said oh no oh no oh no oh no
Checking out my laundry and I'm missing a shirt and I can't go out unless I find my shirt
So I open up my heart to the gentlemanly ways and I sent the early morning trying to get some food
Speaking out the dirt still missing my shirt and my bed's not clean and now I'm missing my Ween album
It's Alright to Cry oh no
It's Alright to Cry oh no
It's Alright to Cry I said oh no oh no oh no oh no Cher and Sunny Bono
It's Alright to Cry oh no
It;s Alright t Cry oh no
It's Alright to Cry I said oh oh no oh no oh no love me right now
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5. |
Captive Formulas**
02:39
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All alone the christmas drone let's go and have some fun
We all agree we need to get away
Chasing captive formulas and using a toy gun
Don't you know that the spoonful weighs a ton?
I'm 29
Astringent free
Astonishing lunchbox you and me
Daly City
Wrapped up below the tree bark
Apple's, o.k. now let's just stop
Turn the clocks back forward sideways and wait for the first delay
Reach the coast and then you will stop to sing
Playing folk to be the sun
And paint the bass drum black
returning to me now the clock spilled on the map
We thought it unkind
We melted twice
We're coming in backwards losing all the time
Taking our previous heads to the West Coast kit
Chorus o.k. now let's just stop
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6. |
California Rain
00:48
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Never really thought that the rain could fall
Here in California
Never realized that my life was small
I'm not very close to god
Isn't it strange how things can change
Without any warning
Everything is great then you turn the page
The rest has been ripped out
Your hands can't hold me
If I'm not around
This land it hurts me
Just like Aquaman
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7. |
The Conceptus
02:02
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So you know about Conceptus from our reputation
Spread all over town
I play my trumpet with my fingers
For you
It's really all that I can do
For me
For you
For you
Now we're gonna play Spaceland and perhaps The Echo
Go and tell your friends
Record an album in a real studio
Won't be self-produced
I use my guitar as a weapon on you
It's really all that I can do
To me
To you
To you
Gonna go on tour and spread the gospel anywhere we can
Gonna buy a website, a Conceptus website
You can check it out
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8. |
Flower Girl
03:38
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Hangin' around
Looking for the right kind of sound
To make
While we move to the edge of the
First dominion
Kind of strange
Never imagined you'd be my girl
'O you were the one that I knew had so much fun
But she was the girl with flowers in her hair
She never noticed
She never really cared
If you want to leave me, well you're making a big mistake
'Cause you've got no destination
And I'm a girl inside the state of California
Messed up in the Mission so much confusion all around
And I think you've lost your system
The sunshine crystal in your crown
Your broken golden crown
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9. |
Which Way
02:26
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I need direction
Every day
Show me to heaven
Show me the way
Talk of the secrets
Love them with me
Shop with my girlfriend
Everyday
We'll go riding anywhere
We'll go running around in the world
Blow up the bass amp
Bleed in the red
Circuit to circuit
It's all in your head
'Cause I need direction
Every day
Party in heaven
Show me the way
We'll go riding anywhere
We'll go riding anywhere
We'll go running in the world
Running around in the world
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10. |
Erica's Trip
03:44
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The California sky is fallin' down
I lost it on the way
I looked for you all over the coast
But you had gone away
I waited for you so patiently
I opened up the space inside your mind
Erica was the kind of girl who always cried
And every time I saw her I wanted to oblige
Be the secret camera gazing at her life
As I'm standing right next to her gazing right back
I define my self affinity
It was hard to find
Looking forward as I count the points at the age of 29
You can see it in the moves they make as their cranium points to sea again in time
Erica was the kind of girl without a face and everytime I saw her I wanted to erase it
Be the chip of data implanted in her brain
Recreate her movements and use the right map
And in this town
An ocean
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11. |
Derrick's Nightmare
02:21
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Had to send the message
Rang the mission bells for you
But I knew
That you were too deaf to hear 'em
Hair cuts paranoia
I exert my self on you
But I knew
That you were too stunned to focus
Bitter and Alone
And the phone it never rings
And the sunshines like a choir
And you're 33 and retired
And your dreams are played in D minor
Finally the record's done
Finally we'll be as what
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conceptus Haleiwa, Hawaii
Sun-soaked jangly indie pop. Hawaii / San Diego
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