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Before Dark
01:26
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Poison leaks from my ancient pen, that came from the street lamps controlling my lens, and sandpaper marks the specific time we grew up in the house and we're feeling alright.
Darling she moves with specific charm, and her voice is so loud that we're seeing things, New Orleans is close and we don't have far to go, hold on my hand to get there before dark.
Before Dark
Before Dark
Before Dark
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2. |
Good Dancer
03:33
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In time, you've become a good listener
In my mind of things, you often bring
But it doesn't really matter anymore what you do
It doesn't really matter anymore what you say
What you say
Oh and I don't mind
Oh should I mind?
It's all the same to me I never look back, I never react to you
It's all the same to me I never feel trapped, I always come back to you
And you've become a good dancer
In my mind of things, you often bring
Because it doesn't really matter anymore what you do
It doesn't really matter anymore what you say
Or how you say it
Oh and I don't mind
Oh should I mind?
It's all the same to me I never look back, I never react to you
It's all the same to me I never feel trapped, I always come back to you
It's all the same to me I never look back, I never react to you
It's all the same to me I never feel trapped, I'll always come back to you
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3. |
In the Alley
04:08
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I can tell my love is swell, so get away from me.
Night and day catch some heaven like you always do.
Maybe I'm in the Alley, maybe I'm on the bus. Maybe I'm out for Breakfast Kickin the dust on the yellow bus.
Olden times, Olden times please come come back again. I feel lost more lost than I really ever should.
Maybe I'm in the Alley, maybe I'm on the bus. Maybe I'm out for Breakfast Kickin the dust on the yellow bus.
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4. |
Brother
04:46
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You got stuck in a tree
Strange how you fell on me
but on your very first birthday
you lost what you found
And I was tossed in the sea
Mermaids were calling to me
and on your first anniversary
you lost what you found
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
Brother
You've got no sense of reason and your'e losing your mind
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
and I was split into three
Someone come along and educate me
and on your 90th birthday
You lost what you found
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
Brother
You've got no sense of reason and you're losing your mind
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
Ooohh
You don't know what your'e doing and you're wasting my time
You don't know what your'e doing and you're wasting my time
Brother
You've got no sense of reason and you're losing your mind
You don't know what your'e doing and your wasting my time
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5. |
Tea
03:43
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Break my little bones, and dress my coffin under the allegheny moon
Wintertime on the western shoreline
never mind your senses, you don't need them to be born
All I ever do is fall in love with you
All I ever think is to drink some tea with you
All I ever do is fall in love, and girl I need your advice
I wont break your fragile bones and dress my coffin under monongahela skies.
Wintertime on the northern shoreline
never mind your senses, you don't need them to be born
All I ever do is fall in love with you
All I ever think is to drink some tea with you
All I ever do is fall in love, with you girl, I need your advice
The sun is scraping over my head
You know I know you love to embroider
The sun is scraping over my shoulder
You landscapes looking wonderful darling
The bones of a mexican dog
Caught the cops creeping over our border
Smoke the poor out of their rooms
The winter months are still lonely without you
Ooh
All I ever do is fall in love with you
All I ever think is to drink some tea with you
All I ever do is fall in love, with you girl, I need your advice
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6. |
Wave Your Hands
03:35
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In the middle of my day, I woke up your ears plugged tight with little white headphones
1989, August 8th levitates the morning, you held my arms up on Mardel Drive that day after dark
Wave your hands out the window to be free darling you'll always mean much to me
In the middle of the afternoon May 15th 2011, I woke up with my hands cuffed tight.
You didn't read my book you were just some girl, one from 1984 George Orwell, if you ever read that book
You held my arms up at Findlay Market that day after dark
So I just had to say
Wave your hands out the window to be free darling you'll always mean much to me
Wave your hands out the window to be free darling you'll always mean much to me
Wave your hands out the window to be free darling you'll always mean much to me
Wave your hands out the window to be free darling you'll always mean much to me
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Coconut Milk Cincinnati, Ohio
Alex Baker: Lead Vocals, Lead & Rhythm Guitar, Songwriter
Recorded with Coconut Milk
Band
Cincinnati, Ohio
Rotating members:
Josh Alsip, drums
George Byrd, bass
Katrina Farmer, keys, back up vocalist harmonies
Paul O'Moore, bass,
Aaron Disney, drums, back up vocals, harmonies,
Rob O'Shall, lead guitar.
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