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Scam Likely
02:41
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I keep the ringer on just to be safe
Pick up and say hello just in case
I listen every stupid voicemail they leave every day
I asked to be on the do not call list
I block their numbers to try to avoid it
Doesn’t matter I don’t wanna hear what they have to say
First name Scam, last name Likely
Calling me on the phone
Always from a different number
He never leaves me alone
As much as I let them waste my time
At this point it must have been hours of my life
Four calls today, none from anybody I know
Now and then there’s a human on the line
I’ll let them talk and wait to hear the lies
I call them on it or just say sorry I gotta go
First name Scam, last name Likely
Calling me on the phone
Always from a different number
He never leaves me alone
He never leaves me alone
He never leaves me alone
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Heathen
03:52
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You don’t have to live with what you’ve been given
If you’re not getting enough to go the distance
We’re all stuck with someone else’s decisions
But if I’m with you I’m good to go on living
Well we’d all like to know what happens when we die
But I’m focused on what goes on while we’re alive
And if I can find happiness while I’m still breathin’
This feelin’
You give a heathen something to believe in
You give a heathen something to believe in
You give a heathen something to believe in
You give a heathen something to believe in
There’s no place here that I can disappear to
There’s no way out that won’t lead back here too
We never know if the worst is in the rearview
But I can face the future as long as I’m near you
Well we’d all like to know what happens when we die
But I’m focused on what goes on while we’re alive
And if I can find happiness while I’m still breathin’
This feelin’
You give a heathen something to believe in
You give a heathen something to believe in
You give a heathen something to believe in
You give a heathen something to believe in
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Strange The Way
04:50
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Strange the way, you seemed to turn away
What had changed, I can’t really say
Thinking how it used to be
Thinking how I thought I liked the feeling you were using me
Was I a shiny object to you
Did I lose my luster or was I just no longer new
Strange the way, you seemed to turn away
What had changed, I can’t really say
I can take a hint
I don’t have to wait for it to get more obvious
I won’t drag it out
There’s nothing keeping me here that I can’t live without
Strange the way, you seemed to turn away
What had changed, I can’t really say
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Avoiding Everyone
03:40
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It’s not a phobia
If the fear’s justified
I’ve been keeping to myself
And staying inside
If I have places to go
I’ll try to go alone
I’ll be in and out before
You even know
It’s me, it’s not you
I swear that it’s true
I’m not avoiding you
I’m avoiding everyone
It’s nothing personal, there’s not a person I wanna see
Not anyone
If you’ve got something for me
Slip it under the door
It can’t really be worth
Meeting up for
If you really wanna talk
Call me from your place
We don’t have to do this
Face to face
It’s me, it’s not you
I swear that it’s true
I’m not avoiding you
I’m avoiding everyone
It’s nothing personal, there’s not a person I wanna see
Not anyone
I’m not avoiding you
I’m avoiding everyone
It’s nothing personal, there’s not a person I wanna see
Not anyone
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I Dreamt You
03:01
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Woke up years ago
With vivid memories that time couldn’t erase
I don’t know how
But the first time I saw you I recognized your face
I dreamt you
Before I ever met you
I dreamt you
And then you came true
You had the same name
And the same voice and I remember everything you said
It doesn’t make sense
And I don’t know how to tell you, is it all in my head?
I dreamt you
Before I ever met you
I dreamt you
And then you came true
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Secondhand Record
03:24
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In the middle of the night, I get home
The floorboards, they creak
I try to shut the door without disrupting
Anyone else’s sleep
It’s so quiet you can hear the second hand on the clock
It’s dark in the hallway, I slowly tiptoe
To the top of the stairs
Then I remember I live alone now
And there’s nobody up there
It’s so quiet you can hear the second hand on the clock
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You can talk a real good game
You’ve got a whole master plan
You’ve got real ambition
And you’re doing the best you can
But you’ve made real mistakes and
You didn’t really care who got hurt
And you’ve been lying to yourself that
You can separate it from your work
You think you can be a great man
Who isn’t a good man
Can you really be a great man
If you’re not even a good man?
And I think everyone deserves a private life
Everyone’s got a dark side
But you’re a piece of shit and a hypocrite
I hope it all comes to light
You’re focused on the big picture
Sweep the ugliness under the mat
And if someone digs up that dirt
noone’s perfect, sure, we all know that
but do we really need a great man
who isn't a good man?
can you really be a great man
if you're not even a good man?
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XING PED
02:17
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Up and down and all around
Run like your feet don't touch the ground
It's like a game of frogger
When the minivans are bearing down
And those bastards go full speed ahead
At a pedestrian crossing
So be sure of your step
If you’re coming or going or dodging.
There’s no light, just a faded yellow sign
You'd better be quick if you wanna get across in time
Some stop eventually but they should've seen you right away
People behind the wheel can forget who has the right of way
And those fuckers go full speed ahead
At a pedestrian crossing
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9. |
Drag On The Ticket
03:04
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produced and mixed by Al Shipley
mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman at Mobtown Studios
written by Al Shipley
Al Shipley - keyboards, drums, drum machines and vocals
Ishai Barnoy - guitar
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10. |
Quaaltagh
02:53
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I took a walk to the end of the street
The road ran out like it was incomplete
Not a dead end
More like the edge of a painting
I turned around and went back to the house
Looked out the window trying to figure it out
And I can’t find
Anyone else that’s still outside
I watched it all unfold on a screen
Tried not to feel like it was all just tv
This is happening
I don’t know why this is happening
I’ve never been this frightened before
Doesn’t feel safe to even open the door
I believe that
I wish I didn’t believe that
Sit by the window with a weapon in hand
Don’t know who’s coming or what they might demand
But I’ll stay here
Just lying in wait here
I have not begun to fight
Why have I I not yet begun to fight
I have not begun to fight
I don’t know how to fight
Something like this
I took a walk to the end of the street
I couldn’t tell the ground from my feet
There’s still a world
Don’t recognize it anymore
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Marry The Ketchups
02:53
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We’re closing down for the night, oh where to begin
Please marry the ketchups, they’re living in sin
Wipe off the counters, and sweep up the floors
And turn around the sign hanging on the door
Empty out the register and do the first count
Then tag me in, I’ll double check the amounts
When I hit the pillow tonight I won’t remember a thing
When I hit the pillow tonight I won’t remember a thing
Cover up the containers, wash out the empty bins
Stock the walk-in freezer, don’t lock yourself in
Bag up the trash and take it around back
Initial the timesheets, make sure the pen’s black
We’ll be back tomorrow to do it all again
But first marry the ketchups, they’re living in sin
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Western Blot Baltimore, Maryland
Songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Al Shipley began releasing music as Western Blot in 2012, and the band's current lineup includes guitarists John German and Ishai Barnoy with a rotating lineup of vocalists.
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