1. |
Oceana
03:26
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Another seeming wave
of some big consequence
A modern antiquity
becoming relevant
The greatest chance for hope
lies in the irony
Your fame’s also your fate
we watch with bated breath
Are you washed up? I’m not sure
Closed world on open sea
You hooked me with your dark eyes
But you prey upon the weak... and it’s your week
Oh, oh, oh... pull me under
Oh, oh, oh... with your bite
Oh, oh, oh... Oceana
It gets better all the time
(I see red again)
You’ve no idea of hate
nor any love to give
Your fame’s your great escape
if it will bring you back
Are you washed up? I’m not sure
Closed world on open sea
You hooked me with your dark eyes
But you prey upon the weak... and it’s your week
Oh, oh, oh... pull me under
Oh, oh, oh... with your bite
Oh, oh, oh... Oceana
It gets better all the time
(I see red again)
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2. |
Turn To Dust
03:48
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Where’d you come from, where you going next?
A life immaterial, watch it slowly fading
From the end of a cigarette, burning down
Slow down, now you’ve got to know
Got to know it somehow
No it’s not that way
Hope we’ll all be rolling in it someday
A little more time, little more time
Just until the sunrise
A little more time, little more time
Just until the sun breaks down
(I’m calling)
Where’d you come from, where you going next?
Who thought a life too inferior, too procrastinating
From the eyes of a passerby coming then go
Don’t go without a fight, act like you know how
No it’s not that way
Still think we’ll all be rolling in it some day
A little more time, little more time
Just until the sunrise
A little more time, little more time
Just until the sun breaks down
(I’m calling)
Everything I touch will turn to dust
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3. |
Men Like Gods
04:24
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This leash of mind’s got me tongue-tied
Self-doubt wants me to fail
Can’t look her in the eye, it’s an anti-matter
Here and now this space and time
I’m ground beneath her feet
I sit quietly and pine
Far away far away
In some alternate universe of us
That’s where I long to be
For quantum mechanical reasons
Pro-fess brave-heart
If only I could travel there
Instead of this and here
I’d do more than just stare
it’s an anti-matter
A sheepish man becomes a wolf
He has will to face his fear
A completely different book, it’s an ant-matter
Far away far away
In some alternate universe of us
That’s where I long to be
For quantum mechanical reasons
Pro-fess brave-heart
Whoa
Yeah...
In our world I am King
At my side she’s my queen
Men like Gods dare to dream
far away far away...
Some alternate universe of us
That’s where I long to be
For quantum mechanical reasons
Pro-fess brave-heart
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4. |
Summer
03:49
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I’ve been waiting longer than I care to admit
Contemplating and preparing the thoughts within my head
I know I’m just not myself
I know I’m just wasting your time, your time, uh
I know I put us on a shelf
I know I keep changing my mind, my mind, my mind
Here’s to yet another summer
With one another
Where every day is like every other
I’m debating, procrastinating, just wait a bit and see
My cause is irritating, debilitating, slowly killing me
I know I should grow a pair
I know I could just go there, hold on, hold on, uh
I know we’re in disrepair
I know you just won’t forget, go on, go on, go
Here’s to yet another summer
With one another
Where every day is like every other
Why do I even bother?
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5. |
Best Mistake
04:22
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She left her house with just the clothes on her back
and her tattoos, pretty tattoos
She plays it cool for being such a hot mess
little angel, little devil
She’s got that look and keeps the wrong kind of friends
in her bubble, making trouble
Want her to be the best mistake in my past
play with fire, burn me fire
Can’t help but stare into the flame
Mesmerizing what she tames
Giver her everything she needs
To be my best mistake
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake
To be my last mistake
Sexy red lipstick
on her cigarettes
and her wine glass, in that black dress
She’s got that something that you just want to get
get it on you, is what I’m into
High heels hold up her legs that reach to the sky
like a scraper, mover-shaker
She could raise
the dead with only a smile
there’s an army, of her zombies
Can’t help but stare into the flame
Mesmerizing what she tames
Giver her everything she needs
To be my best mistake
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake
To be my last mistake
Can’t help but stare into the flame
Mesmerizing what she tames
Give her everything, giver her everything, everything she needs
To be my next mistake, to be my worst mistake, to be my last... my last
To be my best mistake
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake
To be my last mistake
Sexy red lipstick on her cigarettes and that wine glass, in that black dress
I’ll gladly be her casualty if she would just agree to be... my best mistake
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6. |
Sinking Ship
04:10
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I’m standing on a sinking ship
The bow, it reads your name
Now I’m counting every misplaced step
I took that put me right in my own way
Days have come and gone and so have I
Still you stood by my side
When everything is said and done
I pray that I will be forgotten
Oh, how did it come to this?
(How did it come to)
How did it come to this?
(How did it come to)
Where should I have been?
(Where should I have been?)
How did it come to this?
(How did it come to this?)
Surrounded by regret
I stand out on the deck
But there’s no one left
I’m holding up, it’s seeping in
You’re giving up, it’s down again
I fold, you’re cashing in your chips
I take a drink and drown in my last sip
Days have come and gone and so have I
Still you stood by my side
When everything is said and done
I pray that I will be forgotten
Oh, how did it come to this?
(How did it come to)
How did it come to this?
(How did it come to)
Where should I have been?
(Where should I have been?)
How did it come to this?
(How did it come to this?)
Surrounded by regret
Istand out on the deck
But there’s no one left
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White Label Analog Austin, Texas
White Label Analog is writing the soundtrack to your life. The Austin-based band with a sound bigger than the state of Texas is making music to move your heart and feet.
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