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Tapes 'n Tapes
Tapes 'n Tapes


Информация
Откуда Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Жанры Indie Rock
Neo-psychedelia
Experimental Rock
College Rock
Годы 2003—н.в.
Лейблы XL Recordings
Сайт Website
Состав
Josh Grier
Jeremy Hanson
Matt Kretzman
Erik Appelwick
Бывшие участники
Shawn Neary
Karl Schweitz



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The Loon (28.10.2005)
28.10.2005
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Forget calls to teacher.
Forget calls in line.
We fall off furry creatures.
Fall off all the time.
And it's not your headdress.
It's not your hide.
It's feeling the cold.
It's feeling the cold.

(These things that we don't talk about, breathe about. Do I? No.)

Take me over.
Take it over time.
Your needs keep talking.
Your pets they lie.

(These things we've never seen before come and meet you, come and fight you. You know they do.)

Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
I've been really better under lock.

Come on over the side.
Come on over.
Take the leave for bread
And the leave for brine.

(It seems to me we've been lying here all night)

And bait and bows and sows and troughs.
I've coughed enough and I've walked as much.

(Come to me in metaphor. We've met before and I was all in spades.)

Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
Reeling in fog. Kneeling in fog.
I've been really better under lock.

When you feel the fog,
It takes all the fog.
I can't break the fog.
I've been really better under lock

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Will you love me like a sailor who loves the seven seas?
And when my bones get older, will you drag me to my knees?
Like a drunken pirate shipwreck on the golden caskets worn,
It's the time when we're together.
It's the time that keeps me young.
The burning size of sirens lies.
The burning size of sirens lies.
Show me
Show me
Show me
When you go by the ocean, will you look to the sea?
Always keep an eye for my coffin and the birds that set me free?
The burning size of sirens lies.
At least we tried to make it.
At least we tried to make it.
At least we tried to make it.
At least we tried

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Kelly the insistor
Your brother is a blister
I'll be had if I'm in your dress tonight

When you go and you're all alone
Are you still afraid of home
Do you lie in bed with fright

Your father said I lost her
Your brother said I fought her
But I stood still and I'm in your arms tonight

And when you rush I'll call your name
Like Harvard Square holds all inane
And don't you know I'll be your badger
And don't be terse and don't be shy
Just hug my lips and say good lies
And know that I will be your bail bond

Mickey the ol' lithper
Said hey there hey mister
My cold razor's edge will meet you in the light

When you go and you're on stage
Is your heart still filled with rage?
Do you still fight for lover's rights?

Challenge is for lovers
But I run my feet hurt
So I'll stay here and fight for lover's rights

And when you rush I'll call your name
Like Harvard Square holds all inane
And don't you know I'll be your badger
And don't be terse and don't be shy
Just hug my lips and say good lies
And know that I will be your bail bond

Oh Kelly don't you go
Kelly don't you go
Kelly don't you go
I want you to know
That I've been trying, I've been lying
I've been stealing, I've been hiding
I will meet you in the grave
Kelly, Kelly, it's not your right
To be cheating, fighting and starting life
When my head and hands are tied to you so tight
Oh Kelly just tell me one more thing
Is it mine or is it some other ring
That you wear as we lie in bed tonight?

And Kelly, who's the logger?
Oh, Kelly, who's the logger?
Oh Kelly, who's the logger who's trees were felled with might?
And Kelly, hold your water
Oh Kelly, hold your water
Oh Kelly, Kelly, hold your water tight

And when you rush I'll call your name
Like Harvard Square holds all inane
And don't you know I'll be your badger
And don't be terse and don't be shy
Just hug my lips and say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebye

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The loon
The loon
The loon
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
The loon
The loon

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And I see high jump kings with roadside stirrups on.
When I come back to meet the bear, the sheets are gone.
Take over the tombs.
Dead lock the circus.
Gawking throngs.
Hijack the meditation train.
We still belong.
In Houston, in Oslo, the contracts, the con slow
And no sex and no sleep
It's hard toe.
It's hard speak.
And no shoes and no shawl.
In high tents
The tribe stalls.

And I see high jump kings with roadside stirrups on.
When I come back to meet the bear, the sheets are gone.
Take over the tombs.
Dead lock the circus.
Gawking throngs.
Hijack the meditation train.
We still belong.
In Houston, in Oslo, the contents are read slow.
And no scents and no seas.
It's hard times.
It's hard speak.
And tongues crack and jaws fall.
In high tents and I stall out.

Then I'm already on the stairs.
My hands are dry. My legs are bare.
My feet can't slip across the floor.
Take on the door. Take on the door.
Six seas, five prints for Houston.
Poor Mickey spits.
Sidecars will put you in the grave.
Slick sights, they treat you just the same.
Each time, we hear another call
I want it less. You want it more.
Clowns take the bitter, bitter share.
Sidestep the street. Watch what she wears.
I can't leave you here

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Houses float in manitoba
oh the shore is so much older
ahh-i've come youll come

when you see streams of bolders
higher hills from higher molders
you sung too soon

she's been calling meee here
I cannot see
I cannot hear
so come to meee

no outside

when we came for summer breathing
I saw nothing so I was leaving
you go I'll go

shame you saw tides of turning
torn and tembelin' tossed and torn
I've said I've saw
come to shy to live here

I cannot hide when youre outside
and hope soo out hide to the streets

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Leave me now – in solitude and stress.
I've been a better lover with your mother.
Stars and cheeks – I hate you from the heart.
I came. I went. I jawed. I saw.
You came, came, went, went, you know I saw.

Do you want to live a lie?
A lie to shake
A lie shake
I've been so sure.
Do you want to live a lie?
A lie to shake
A lie shake
I've been so sure.

I've come so long and been so long.
Your roots, they run.
Your roots, they run run run.
Shame shot.

Your holy headed home.
You came to me wrought with fear.
Cowbell shock
You coming

Do you want to live a lie?
A lie to shake
A lie shake
I've been so sure.
Do you want to live a lie?
A lie to shake
A lie shake
I've been so sure, so sure, so sure...

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Ten gallon ascots and booze on your shirt
I'll come to dinner and fight off the flirts
I know I know of wash away weekends
They leave me cold so cold so cold...

Your hats they long
Of range they've sung
File out at night
Shock steers with fright

Shockers and shooters
They line up for the hearse
I wear my best wig and drive off the freelings
In the cold the cold
I'm bought by the sender
And I've been sold for coal for coal...

Your hats they long
Of range they've sung
File out at night
Shock steers with fright

The show the drone
The talk the call
The need the snow
I'll show you home

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Omaha, Omaha
Where you been?
When we meet we can talk awhile
I can sleep in your dreams
The night alone I've been waiting

Omaha, Omaha
The saddled streets, the burro beats down my door
When you say it's no love affair
I will know and when we go
I'll be the only thing who cares

I've been waiting awhile
I've been waiting awhile
I've been waiting awhile
I've been waiting awhile

Here I come, Omaha
Hiding out
I got hot head, hot eyes, hot ticks, hot mouth
Each howl, I get bigger
I can't stay, I can for the night, for the night
For the weekend and the night
I've been aiding my fall
Aiding my fall, aiding my fall
I'll be long gone

You shouldn't wake me awhile
You shouldn't wake me awhile
You shouldn't wake me awhile
You shouldn't wake me awhile

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call me out, call me out, call me out, call me out, call me out, call me out allright
i can't sing in key

leave me be, leave me be, leave me be, leave me be, leave me be, leave me be,
i'm not so in chic

cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, short so i can sleep

walking rummy
toes that are clenched to fight
right is still the right
you slipped, you run too fast

call me out, call me out, call me out, call me out, call me out, call me out allright
i can't sing in key

leave me be, leave me be, leave me be, leave me be, leave me be, leave me be,
i'm not so in chic

cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, cut me short, short so i can sleep

roadstars reeling
counting cash for years,
years, and steers, and fears
i've come home too fast

take a clip and corroborate and kill created kind,
oh it stuns our kind
you, you've plugged your ears
you've called me out and still you call
not need to have, but need to want
the timeshare's sold, your chip's grown old
there's talk of curtains
come too shy to heed me for too long

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I've been hanging round for years
sold and ____, fought it for my fears
come to me, for silence songs it's love
the cold sugar-coated shit songs

and I've been holed up
my mind's been bought up
you don't move, you don't move
when you don't move, you don't move away
the thought _____, my feet grown colder

you don't move, you don't move
when you don't move, you don't move away
when you don't move, you don't move away
when you don't move, you don't move away
when you don't move, you don't move away
when you don't move, you don't move away

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