1. |
Sense Enough
03:26
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I don't have sense enough to leave, well enough alone
and that look you're staring at me with, it cuts me to the bone
I've been wishin' all morning long, that I could take back those words I said
they were bouncin' all around, just waiting to get out of my head
I'm going out of my head, I'm going out of my head
I'm going out of my head, I'm going out of my head
You don't have sense enough to let me, walk my way back home
the car I drove down here in sits in the street there all alone
the pubs and halls they've all let out, the crowds they've all gone home
and I'm still sittin' here mumblin', stumblin' and writin' this new song
I'm going out of my head, I'm going out of my head
I'm going out of my head, I'm going out of my head
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2. |
The Frigate
06:18
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Well I'm soaring
So high above
The blue, deep blue sea
The one...I love
So lonely
Here all alone
All the killings I have seen
All the killing I've done
I'm so lonely
High...
High as can be...
There's trouble from below
They're coming for me
Far...out at sea
Deep...deep blue me
I'm the pirate in the sky
With an eagle sharp eye!
I'm the frigate - so high above
I can see it...down below...from here
I'm the frigate - so high above
I can see it...down below...from here
I wait for the moment when all is right
My wings are as silent as the night
Far away faces are out of sight
You'll set like the sun in the sky!
I'm the frigate - so high above
I can see it...down below...from here
I'm the frigate - so high above
I can see it...down below...from here
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3. |
Same Old Again
05:08
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you want me to explain myself
and man I really wish I could
but these actions I'm takin'
and these words that I'm sayin'
are more, just a, gut feelin'
you want meet to write this all down
but I can barely even hold, on to a pencil right now
they've asked for plans and preparation
but my head's still got this spinny dizzy feelin'
it's the same old, same old again
the same old, story again
it's the same old, same old again
the same old, story again
my head is swimmin' like a fish
and I can't even give a, straight answer right now
you want details, they need instructions
but I've slept until now
it's the same old, same old again
the same old, story again
it's the same old, same old again
the same old, story again
you want meet to write this all down
but I can barely even hold, on to a pencil right now
they've asked for plans and preparation
but I've slept until now
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4. |
Old Guitar
04:59
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Lost my soul in a card game
to a devil I didn't know
says she'll be back to collect on Sunday
by Friday I'll be gone
well it's more than I can handle
but still I'm keepin' on
with this old guitar
and this newly written song
Well the time's come to reckon
for all that we've done
still the spans they stay open
as the boats run toward the sun
and it's more than I can handle
but still I'm keepin' on
with this old guitar
and this newly written song
And my mind, isn't all
I can ride on
I've got these here strings
makin' chords of sound
It's been, four sunrises
and only three sunsets
and I'm sittin' here and wonderin'
how much harder life'll get
got this smudge on my soul
that your touch can't rub out
got this hole in my mind
the thought of you can't fill up
And my mind, isn't all
I can ride on
I've got these strings makin' chords
chords of sound
And my mind, isn't all
I can ride on
It's this old guitar
and my soul is trapped in these strings
and my heart's tied up just the same
in this old guitar
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5. |
Waiting Here
03:32
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Well we wake up each morning confused and wondering who we are
then when that wears off we realize we're just one of a trillion stars
so we force ourselves outside and put a smile on our face
and we all do our best to pretend like we all understand this place
there's plenty of beauty in this world to make all of this work all of the time
but we seem to collectively distract ourselves, end up following something we'll never find
we all want something to follow, something to believe in, something to belong to
but maybe the best idea is just to trust ourselves, I tell you that
we've, been waiting here so long
without any idea
of what we're doing here
we've, been waiting here so long
without any idea
of what we're doing here
So to give ourselves a grip we started this band and wrote these songs
when we play them live in front of you, everything's right we all get along
they're stories 'bout times with friends in places we know and places we're from
when we're rulers of these hills armed with only dirtbombs
still the band lives on trying to hold onto something truly true
like that first punk rock in Monk's garage tryin' to sound cool
then half-a-dozen dingy storage spaces with friends around
live here, born here, grew up here, keep two feet on the ground
we've, been waiting here so long
without any idea
of what we're doing here
we've, been waiting here so long
without any idea
of what we're doing here
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Fowler's Bluff St. Petersburg, Florida
Swampy Psychedelic Southern Rock
"Their songs' soundscapes are as expansive as the
surrounding gulf..." -- Aaron Lepley TBT
“What Dischord Records’ version of J.J. Grey & Mofro might sound like.” - Scott Harrell, Creative Loafing
"dark, dynamic and complex at times yet simple and joyous at other times -- a musical soup reminiscent of their Suwannee River namesake." -- Jon West
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