1. |
Co Mingle Only (Intro)
00:29
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2. |
Head for the Door
03:59
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I just wanna get in
But the door won't move.
Ain't looking for sin,
I ain't trying to prove.
You wanna know my game,
how about you figure out yours.
You're just another dame,
I think I'll head for the door.
And if you know me,
I ain't looking for you.
But I just can't tell, would you notice if I am blue.
I am perfectly content to rest on my laurels
I miss the time we spent, Fleeing from our morals.
Eyes drawn to you. Ours meet, but only for a second.
I ain't in the mood, To be, lost in your perfection.
Looking for old friends,
Nowhere to be found.
Looking out the ends,
I got my head in the clouds.
Well I thought I knew me,
but I don't know you.
But I just can't tell, would you notice if I am blue.
I am perfectly content to rest on my laurels
I miss the time we spent, Fleeing from our morals.
Eyes drawn to you. Ours meet, but only for a second.
I ain't in the mood, To be, lost in your perfection.
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3. |
Not Wonderwall
07:14
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Kick back and just enjoy the ride
Time will slip away so don’t just stand by
Life's an hourglass turning like the tide
Just when you're comfortable you’re taken by surprise
Don’t stop now, don’t slow down and rest
A surrender now would defeat the test
Just when you thought you’d tried your best
Another obstacle arrives with zest
A simple black line drawn completes the X
Another brick wall that only I object
Forward thinking i one day might regret
Another cornerstone I will soon forget
But not today
My father told me to plan ahead
These foolish notions won’t bring in bread he said
But the sand is nimble, it slips right through your hand
The grains of time will pass you by but one day you’ll comprehend
Don’t stop now, don’t slow down and rest
A surrender now would defeat the test
Just when you thought you’d tried your best
Another obstacle arrives with zest
A simple black line drawn completes the X
Another brick wall that only I object
Forward thinking i one day might regret
Another cornerstone I will soon forget
But not today
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4. |
French Press
03:33
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There is no way I can decipher
what I am from where I’ve been
I’ve been searching for the answer
finding nothing at days end
Turn Left, Turn Right, this map won’t show
My way, tonight , but the creases have broken up the page
last chance, first light, I’ll finally lose
My way, tonight...
Time has come to pick a direction
But I can’t seem to find my way
all the days just blur i-into one
sending, searching, ripped away
Turn Left, Turn Right, this map won’t show
My way, tonight , but the creases have broken up the way
last chance, first light, I’ll finally lose
My way, tonight...
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5. |
Jaded
04:05
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24-Hour news, it's streamin' in my ears.
24-Hour news, I'm living in a state of fear.
What am I supposed to believe, I thought I put my faith in truth.
Shrugged off the cold embrace of these old chains of youth.
If you're not jaded, you're not paying attention.
The mother of invention won't ease your mind.
Too many hounds hounding my thoughts, rattlin' through my mind.
Too many hounds hounding my thoughts, but I feel fine.
These neon signs scream out with words I can't describe.
It seems these suburban dreams are quickly passing by.
If you're not jaded, you're not paying attention.
The mother of invention won't ease your mind
Driving, striving, criticizing,
I'm lying on my back and I'm paralyzed.
Driving, striving, criminalized,
My ships about to sail and I'm realizing.
If you're not jaded, you're not paying attention.
The mother of invention won't ease your mind
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6. |
Wildfire
03:53
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And I told you what you wanted to hear
Would there be noth- oh nothing left to fear
And if you knew, oh would it change you
And if you knew, oh would it change you
And if you knew
Just go, Away
Every tiny little word that’s left to say
And if you’d go and just leave it alone
And if you’d go and just leave it alone
And if you’d go
And now that my mind’s all, all covered up in beer
Since the wildfire, things have never been this clear
And now you know oh would you change it
And now you know oh would you change it
Cause now you know
Now that I know
When you’re left without a home
Well now I Know
Now that it's over I see why nothing’s left
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7. |
Fool's Gold
03:38
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Girl what are you doin’,
what are you runnin’ from.
And how is it I’m treated,
like I’m some kind of bum.
Whoa, whoa, all told, you’re fool’s gold.
Why you gotta be that way?
Can’t you hear the things that I’m sayin’?
Oh, but you say I’m so sweet,
then why am I not one to keep.
Occupy my mind,
with a thousand worldly things.
But any hint of affection,
and I’m still hanging on your sleeve.
Whoa, whoa, been told, two fold.
Why you gotta be that way?
Can’t you hear the things that I’m sayin’?
Oh, but you say I’m so sweet,
then why am I not one to keep.
Seems you don’t have a clue
about my point of view.
I know you know it’s true,
there’s nothing left to do.
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8. |
Transatlantic Booty Call
03:23
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Froggy-Style hang glider
Priest-born synthesizer
Iron Lies
I think the Postal Service Lady
Took my baby but
I don’t mind
I don’t mind gasoline and plaster
Plastic and anger be my master
Grenadine dreams take me past it
Pin-up harpies in my rafters
Standing on a hurricane
Feeling like I lost my brain
Always blind
I’ll wear my Sunday face
Dress in heavy lace
And die outside
I don’t mind gasoline and plaster
Plastic and anger be my master
Grenadine dreams take me past it
Pin-up harpies in my rafters
I gotta find
But there’s nowhere left to hide
Sending me across the sea
Seen my opportunity
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9. |
The Marc DeMaco Song
04:38
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Yeah well the funny thing is
It never seems to go that fast
One day you’ll be runnin, runnin around
But the moment, it just won’t last
Darlin I’d love to watch the sun set with you
But I’ve got school and work, and all these things to do
So please forgive me, I’ve got a lot on my mind
I am trying to not to finish this story, but I’m running out of lines
To read, or to write
It’s one of those little mistakes
You can only see when you look back
Too much time spent bumming around
Before I know it my bag is already packed
Man I’d love to watch the sun rise with you
But I’ve got responsibilities and too many things to do
So please believe me, and tell me if you don’t mind
Just what I am supposed to do now, cause good friends are just so hard to find
These days
So take my word that you should, do what you will do
Life’s too short to appease everyone, at least from my point of view
Darlin I’d love to watch the sun set with you
But I’ve got school and work, and all these things to do
So please forgive me, I’ve got a lot on my mind
I am trying to not to finish this story, but I’m running out of lines
To read, to write
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10. |
Just Wanna See You
05:05
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Fall asleep in my hand,
I just wanna see you.
Disappear, and fade to black.
I just wanna see you.
And I’ll say it again.
Never want to see them, I never want to see them,
Never want to see them again.
But just say the word, and I will.
I’m never gonna tell, Never gonna tell,
I’m never gonna tell my friends.
But if they already know, then I will.
Sticks and stones can build a home,
but my words they fail me.
So take this down, for your book
the words have just escaped me.
And I’ll say it again, and again, and again
Never want to see them, I never want to see them,
Never want to see them again.
But just say the word, and I will.
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Stained Glass Motorcade Rock Island, Illinois
SGM is an alternative band with rock, blues, and funk influences. The group was formed at Augustana College, Rock Island,, IL in 2014.
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