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To Me
03:56
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Came up to me after the show
To me
To Me
Looked in my eyes and talked real slow
To me
To me
How you wouldn't notice
How you drink at the show
Lost your phone in the front row
Oh geez
Oh no
Tried to write your number on my phone
In ink
In ink
How you wouldn't notice
How you drink at the show
Kissed me on the cheek
Felt like home
To me
To me
Then you fell with a crack
Hit your dome
Oh geez
Oh god
How you wouldn't know
How you wouldn't know
How you wouldn't know
How you wouldn't know
How
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2. |
Miss Elegant
05:22
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I won’t see you Susannah
I’ve made up my mind
You’re a little too clean
Unavoidably routine for me
You touch your hair and whisper
The novelty is dead
You’re a little too cruel
To play the fool my dear
I won’t deceive you
Presentation’s all for not
Frustration’s all you got
Compensate me for my time
Satisfy me with your wine
I’ll never please you Susannah
Go drink your champagne
You’re a little too much
Too cold to the touch for me
Don’t wrap me around your finger
I’m through with your games
You’ll never be kind
Only rudely inclined my dear
I won’t deceive you
Presentation’s all for not
Frustration’s all you got
Compensate me for my time
Satisfy me with your wine
Attention doctor it’s miss elegant
And she’s here in her element
I won’t deceive you
Presentation’s all for not
Frustration’s all you got
Compensate me for my time
Satisfy me with your wine
Attention doctor it’s miss elegant
And she’s here in her element
Attention doctor it’s miss elegant
And she’s here in her element
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Copacetic
05:08
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Pay me a dime I'll take the fall for your crime don't you know
Slide me a line, thank me for my time when I go
I got a horse's head in my bag
Horses' heads we like to swallow
Call me a copacetic cowboy running out of time
You got the goods straight from the hood, let me do your time
I got a horse's head in my bag
Horses' heads we like to swallow
Cover me, twenty-three grams a piece
It's over eighty-eight grams a year
Do you feel brand new
It's why I'm doin' your time
Help me, scratch at the surface running out of time
Who knew they don't excuse you, death row is my price
I got a horse's head in my bag
Horses' heads we like to swallow
Cover me, twenty-three grams a piece
It's over eighty-eight grams a year
Do you feel brand new
It's why I'm doin' your time
Copacetic cowboy
Running down his teeth
Copacetic cowboy
Diggin' oh so deep
Cover me, twenty-three grams a piece
It's over eighty-eight grams a year
Do you feel brand new
Do you feel brand new
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4. |
Crush
05:35
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What would you say, to keep my attention
Who in my mind takes that cake
Blue-green eyes, capture my decision
Keeping me home everyday
Ring, how my ears ring out in protest
No money left for the week
Blessed with a love, who dictates my agenda
You never noticed me
Oh you crush, crushed my autonomy
Claimed me for a faith I don't know
Crushed, til I couldn't breathe
I'm sorry I gotta go
Would you, could you, leave this alone
Should you, could you let me out
These hellishly cold fingers in my business
Bite through my clothes like a snake
Normal isn't normal, when there's no more sugar
Coated on your name
Oh you crush, crushed my autonomy
Claimed me for a faith I don't know
Crushed, til I couldn't breathe
I'm sorry I gotta go.
Would you, could you, leave this alone
Should you, could you, let me live
Everybody's asking where I'm headed
No idea I know it feels right
Binge drink bottle that's the boy who blunders
Wall to wall alone am I
Everybody's asking where you're staying
No idea I know that I should
Lovely lady losing my intention
Wall to wall alone am I
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The Whags Seattle, Washington
The Whags are an "Americana Jam" band from Seattle, WA. Their open-ended approach to Americana, funk, and sunshine pop provides many musical tethers throughout their sweeping live shows and wide ranging recorded material. Their debut full-length album, "Routine for Now" is out April 7. ... more
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Ok we're a little biased because our drummer plays in this band too - but not on this album! This is one for melting into the couch with some big headphones and some candles and outside it's raining.
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