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Trails
03:43
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Shitshow
05:06
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Got to tend to the pressure
Understood
Ain't going nowhere
Got to ease
Forward motion
Got to move
When the walls give way
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Racehorse
03:09
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Duckin in, it’s pourin
Glass gone warm
Hit me up with doubles
Jumping in a storm
Make it straight don’t mix it
Who they hiring round here
Me and my friends we built this
Of ash and tears
Call the draft from the back and race horse
Time has come to test it
Who you trying to fool
Ask the ghosts of pints past
They’ll laugh you straight to hell
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Roadhouse
03:13
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sucker punch you while you're talking they shit
funny now, won’t be in a bit
saw you looking up my lady as you walked in the door
say hello to the floor
say hello to the floor
we can shake on it over a drink
tab’s on you, what do ya think
got my friends in here, got my friends outside
they let the air out of your ride
To drunk to fight, too drunk to love
got a place on the curb, called ahead and reserved
This place gets the bird
bird is the word
I know - a place ` over the hill
boots are cracking at this hour still
If we can’t walk it, we flag down a ride
last time anyone will see us dead or alive
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86'd
05:12
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Moon Swoon
08:01
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Here we find the shadows
giving careful cover
don’t ya crack the windows
heavy fog we’re under
Can’t you see those headlights
blinking red and blue now
Lost your hand, help find it
There it’s warm so mellow
They’ll pass us, none even paying mind
Did you leave your tab out
open in the stale air
Should we call or snag it
Or leave it to the fates there
They’ll pass us none ever paying mind
Sad truth, they’re all screen slaves ya know
You know
Will they know they’ve lost you
to the draw of moon-swoon
Will they send their boots out
or kick them up on the table
They’ll pass us none even paying mind
Sad truth, it’s all passing light, ya know
middle
Here we find the harsh light
depleting careful cover
please bust the windows
heavy fog we’re under
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Stereo
06:37
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When you step out of that stereo face, does the room look the same
Or are the mono colors, shapes in space, trails chasing leave no trace
But the bits don’t fit (repeat)
Can you dig the clothes they wear, sleeves of silk, tails no care, do they speak in a lilt you just can’t place, quick shuffle through the rain
Will you meet me at the bell come night, cliffs, chill wind, hands of fright
I’ll take you down beneath the moon so bright, unravel all your might
I’m the left channel, you the right, clear signal path of light
But the bits don’t fit
SOLO
When we step through the stereo face, will the delay consume the place
Can we sit at the feet of the cones alight
Stack platters up on high
Trip the static, our rightful place
Black vinyl maze of grace
I’m the left channel, you the right
Clear signal path of light
Our hands melt into analog might
Begin the begin eyes alight
Adjust the treble, not to bright
Fix the middle ... ah, just right
Oh the low end, feeling right
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8. |
Hangover
06:04
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9. |
Hotels For Hangovers
02:27
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As we sit laid bare
At the top of the stairs
But a creak down the hall
Send us scampering
Next time around
the round‘s on the house
see, we’re paying it backward
joke on a ghost
who’s chair we kept bare
who’s sheet has unraveled
Smother me please
with unkindest descriptions
of my words and my deeds
so largely imagined
But we raise a toast
it’s occasion no matter
A toast for a ghost
who couldn’t be bothered
See, the webs and the wreathes
Won’t welcome such company
Still we sit in the eaves
Hands knees and shudders
A fire for the trees
Only rain black and thunder
will cure this dis-ease
for what, who can wonder
I’m the not victim and you’re not the crime
Packing that suitcase fell open in the ride
Slam the bell but no night-man appears
Who will take your screamed messages
placements and orders and my oh my
As we sit laid bare
At the top of the stairs
But a creak down the hall
Send us scampering
You and I however grateful and wise
We’re just two green apples
.... A couple of hotels for hangovers
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10. |
.... and over
02:21
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WOLVEZ Los Angeles, California
LA based/native.
Erik Herrera: Fender Telecaster, Gretsch Electromatic
Double Jet, Epiphone Sheraton, Silvertone guitars, vocals, keys, Danelectro, Epiphone Violin, and Fender Jazz basses, DW and Ludwig drums, Maschine drums/keys programming
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