1. |
The Waves
03:19
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She was playing my guitar with her engagement ring
Slipped it off, held it up, asked "Is this Happening"
We were in the sand, right up to our knees
She turned to me, I turned to her
She said "Pete, say something."
I said "Stacie girl, that right says he's not playing
I am so stoked,
I love you both
But this is what I felt like sayin'
Let the waves
Let the waves crash over me
Let the tide come in, wash me, then go back again
We were walking back
on the sandy beach
She let her hand hang out her back
right there for me to reach
As I grabbed it I almost said the words
That I have tried so many times just to say to her
Pushed her hair right from her ear
Squeezed her hand
Kicked the sand
and said it loud and clear
Let the waves
Let the waves crash over me
Let the tide come in, wash me, then go back again
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2. |
Fine
02:38
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Gonna take that girl tonight
Gonna turn her into me
Gonna take that girl tonight
Gonna turn her into me
Gonna take everything she likes
Gonna throw it in the street
And everything will be
And everything will be
And everything will be
Gonna take that girl tonight
Gonna turn her into me
Gonna take everything she likes
And everything will be
And everything will be
And everything will be
Fine
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3. |
Liquid
02:56
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Behold her climbing
up the stairs
I swear I'm shitting in my pants
The lights flip on
her guns are drawn
and there I'm holding up my hands
And when she's crawling
out of bed
my head is pounding on my brain
'cause I can hear her
at the mirror
yeah, she's carving out my name
And then she's screaming
in my face
in case I think of pulling tricks
She picks a number
25 and under and the number's always 6.
You see what's twisting
Twisting through her hair
Well that's a pretty red bow
The more it's twisted
the more I'm going to miss it
when the red blood flows
(Here is goes)
I feel her slippin'
Slippin' through my hands
ya know, she's slippin' real fast
'Cause she used to be a solid
Now she's a liquid
and she's soon to be a gas
And now she's charging
like a bull
until she's at my china store
and like a dummy
I heard her coming
and I open up the door
And now she's rippin'
through my heart
in part, I don't want it to stop
And yet I'm needing
her to stop bleeding
just to savor every drop
I feel her slippin'
Slippin' through my hands
ya know, she's slippin' real fast
'Cause she used to be a solid
Now she's a liquid
and she's soon to be a gas
(All things must pass)
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4. |
Now Now, There There
03:22
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He leaves the porch light on
when you're not there
He likes to play with the bows
in your hair
And when he touches your back
you get the chills yeah
And even in the sack
he's got the skills, yeah.
When you're far from feeling alright
and you're doing your best to not start cryin'
Now now, there there.
He says "Now now there there."
When you're sunk and you're bummed
and you can't get up
and all of your tears
come out in a flood
Now now there there
He says "Now now, there there, baby"
He takes the time to say
"You look beautiful."
and "How was your day?"
and "That's wonderful."
and if you stub your toe
he rubs it, yeah
and if you overflow
he plungers it.
When you're far from feeling alright
and you're doing your best to not start cryin'
Now now, there there.
He says "Now now there there."
When you're sunk and you're bummed
and you can't get up
and all of your tears
come out in a flood
Now now there there
He says "Now now, there there, baby"
Now Now
There There
He's got it all
Let the tears come down
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Now you got your arms around her
Ah fucking shit
I’m seeing stars
The cars are zooming past me
And I feel like I been hit
You ain’t nothing but a cockring
Looking for a cock
Yeah, you drugged her drink
And made her think
that you’re cool with your small talk
You heard what I said.
Oh, you didn’t hear me?
You wanna know what I said?
I said
She’s a little cutie pie and you’re a dickhead
Now I’m in the fucking bathroom
Got my fingers in my throat
You’ll be in her pants soon
This gotta be a fucking joke
You’re a Goddamn goofy jester
She’s a royal queen
I can’t believe you impressed her
With the bleeding eye routine
Now mine are turning red
‘cause
She’s a little cutie pie and you’re a dickhead
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Stacie
gonna hit the floor
get her groove on
till her feet get sore
I just might have to tap that ho
If this skirt I see through sees me home
All night long until the break of dawn
with that tan bandana and a lacy thong
movin' groovin' to that crazy song
a million unborn children can't be wrong
Turn around (now turn around again)
Face down
on the kitchen floor
same clothes
as the day before
I just might have to yell for help
'cause I'm never gonna reach that fucking door
All night long until the break of dawn
with that tan bandana and a lacy thong
movin' groovin' to that crazy song
where the fuck did everything go wrong?
Turn around (now turn around again)
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7. |
It's So Fun
04:15
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It'll take a lot of ink
and paper in the reams
to write down all I think
about the girl of my dreams.
Has to go the bathroom all the time
but miraculously I don't mind
She never touches her cell phone when I'm there
and I love it when she puts a clip in her hair
What is it like with her?
It's so fun
We don't have any money
But we don't see the need
'Cause it don't cost any money
to be where we want to be
Got me a bone close to my chest
It's name is "Melissa" cause it's where she rests
Don't need no clock no watch or alarm
'cause the time just melts when she's in my arms
What is it like with her?
It's so fun
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8. |
Sheepshead Bay
06:42
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You hear your tune and you make your way
Aiming to get near it
But the drummer that you’re marching to is so far away
You’re straining just to hear it
And here you are in the middle of Sheepshead Bay
In a little red raft
You’re trying to get around the world in a single day
Hoping it isn’t flat
When you do your duty
to your mirrored face
Will you see your beauty
or a girl in a display case?
When the demons tug
and they won’t let go
Will you need a hug
or a dance floor and a disco
When you’re breathing out
and he’s breathing in
Will it be about
you or will it be about him?
You keep saying everything’s cool inside
And I believe you
But sometimes something comes up that you just can’t hide
And then it tries to leave you
So there you are holding and here I am pulling
You’re kidding yourself if you think it’s be you’re foolin
Click your heels three times and it’s all alright
But only on Saturday night
When you hear the word
and you feel the glow
Will it have occurred
or will it just be something you know?
When the moon goes down
And the sun comes up
Will your soul be found
In the water of a wax cup?
When you’re reaching out
and he’s reaching in
Will it be about
you are will it be about him?
When they taught ya about love they didn’t tell you where it came from
Now ya ain’t got enough and you wanna know where to get some
Well you’re all love just not the kind you can recognize
You’re all love but, it doesn’t show
You’re all love just not the kind buried in your eyes
You’re all love but ya gotta hold ya to know
Yeah you’re all love but ya gotta hold ya to know.
Yeah you’re all love but ya gotta hold ya to know.
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9. |
God Help Me
02:52
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Why you makin' that face
you heard this before
and I ain't got no patience
ya hear that?
no more
and you're lucky I found God
otherwise you would be on the floor
Baby please
You gotta understand
That i'm coming to you
Bible in hand
and I am sayin'
Girl
you gotta get out that door
Otherwise I might
do something crazy
like take this knife
one of these days
and God help me
God help me
I don't know
"You think I came to bring peace
no, but the sword"
Why'd ya have to go and say that lord?
I got pages ripping,
tables flippin'
fire rippin' in my mind
whenever I'm bored.
"And how I wish it were kindling."
oh
"And how I wish it were kindling."
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10. |
The Son
05:23
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somewhere a boat is changing it’s course
a force on the rise is now sinking
and those who have failed are taking it over
those sober have takin’ to drinking
now ma in her kerchief and i in my flask
we’ve asked god to give us an answer
and sure as I stand he’s written it clear
on the heel of a flamenco dancer
the audience cheered
as the ink smeared
but we handled it fine for the wine made the scene disappear
somewhere a girl stands in a mirror
it appears her whole face has been painted
and a hairbrush holds a magazine open
and she’s hoping she’ll soon seem untainted
there is her daddy outside the door
she ignores all his yelling and knocking
with every stroke that slides across her lips
she slips from his arms into nothing
now he’s given up
and she’s growing up
daddy ya can’t hold close what’s supposed to open up
one day the son is going to rise
with eyes the color of his father’s
his chin to the skies his feet on the ground
his arms ‘round our sons and our daughters
leaning in close all ears erect
we’ll detect through his words that we’re cowards
and soon we will have to surrender this land
and hand back these faces we’ve borrowed
now these words that he’ll say
might make sense one day
but now they’re unclear and with fear we will all turn away
somewhere a girl is writing a letter
‘cause it’s better than bashing her head in
darkness slides on the paper and grows
and she knows it will win if she lets it
just as a boy is reading her words
it occurs to him love is a fire
and though it is bright and warm it has burned
and turned this young girl to a liar
well we are that boy
and we are liars
love is the sun and the sun is on fire
and it’s sparks are what heal
but here we are standing all in the shade
curtains are drawn plans have been made
in the dark and it feels
like nothing will change and nothing will grow
and we’re standing together feeling alone
and it won’t mean a damn
if one day I cried and you grabbed my hand
and whispered “ I know I understand”
cause you don’t understand
no one understands
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Peter Rinaldi New York, New York
I am a filmmaker who sometimes makes records. Garageband, an out -of-tune guitar and bad singing sums it up. But I try to make up for it in other ways, like with anger and reverb.
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