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Eastside Lovers
04:09
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She was out back in the life that you built just transplanting samplings while still nursing the bruises and then up from the lake rose a horrible scream. It said, "You are still the woman to walk to LA! Hey, are you everything you thought you would turn out to be.
"Hey, is battle going to come down to who we should be?" Eastside lover, put her on the shelf. Work with mother to plant these desert fruits. You're much better than this settle down."
You life's shot down but you're not ready to go. You've got hooks in your heels but you're planning to show all your friends in this dusty old town that you just don't belong here.
We're supporting what we hate by jogging in place. We're left by ourselves and these video games are all showing us the lives that we would've made if we put on our shoes with some plans for the day.
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Worst Thing
03:47
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I say you are the worst thing to happen to me,
Now my days are filled with thoughts of you and me.
'Cause I took a good job when I graduated, working at the place that my father hated.
Fix the old truck and go down to the bar, where the beer is all shit but the people are friendly.
And I met you out back and you borrowed matches.
Went your to your house and laid down on your mattress.
Told me about the things that you wanted to be and I listened to you, while we fell asleep.
Oh, we're one step from the call that will be our undoing.
Choices made before I take you home.
I have my suspicions about your motives and your choices and your reverence for me.
If I could just explain what you getting into, I think you would reconsider sleeping with me.
'Cause I'm a complication waiting to happen. It's a good idea when your drunk on a thursday. Twenty-seven and you are looking for someone to take home for holidays.
Oh, those distance plans.
Let's make it through another evening.
This is not a wave that's meant to last.
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It's Official
02:08
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My whole hand is a hidden one, and my love is a loaded gun. Tell your daughter to guard her heart. It's official.
If I'm pushing down broken roads and we're rebuilding broken homes, and we're both who we say we are. It's official.
We're all stuck in fighting cage. We're all chained to our day and age.
I've got a feeling that we are only fighting for a piece of something special that no one else has ever seen.
Let's all fold what are frozen hands, and make room for faster plans. Bring the car and I'll you home.
It's a race towards open ground. It's a fight for what they have found. It's just a girl who is standing strong. It's official.
Bring the knife there's no turning back. Loose the dogs for a fast attack.
I've got a feeling that we are only fighting for a piece of something special that no one else has ever seen.
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Live4
03:17
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Can we all just agree that we are not here just to die. But to laugh and to love and then fuck and then fade away.
There's a quality within us and it's what we have, and it's catching them off guard. They're all left fighting over parts of us that are left behind. And we're young and we're hopeful.
They want to live forever. Because we're going to live forever.
They level forests and buildings and act surprised. They like to start their own wars. With our mothers and fathers and friends. WIth the companies that build our toys. We're young and we're hopeful.
We want to live forever. Because we're going to live forever.
I can't see forests before I see trees. I'm the one love that you'll never have. We're all part of a larger disease. Waiting for build ups and I write the build ups.
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With Animals
04:30
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If you're looking for love that's true, look behind you.
There's a pine on the tree line on the shore.
Take a bird home, hurricane.
Lay him nearest the pillow you prefer.
Close your eyes and your flying.
Call your momma, "I'm coming home. With my new boyfriend and he's hungry."
I want to be with an animal.
Gentle claws and rock candy.
I want to be with an animal.
Hands just get in the way.
If you find that love is hard to find, look beneath your feet.
Dig a hole until your fingers ache.
Take a mole home, earthquake.
Lay him nearest the pillow you prefer.
Close your eyes in the darkness.
Call your momma, "I'm coming home with my new boyfriend and he's hungry."
When I look to you, I can hardly speak.
I've been hurt so bad that I grind my teeth.
If I hold my breath but the water don't come.
I will die on dry land with no scars.
I can stop the bleeding, or I can stop you leaving.
I can filter you from myself.
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Anything You Wanted
05:17
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I can change you like the sun, in the desert, with no water. If you think that I am "the one" you should look through all the others. It's anything you wanted. If you wanna fight let's fight, cowboy guns, alley knives. If it's gonna die let's try to take an arm, take an eye.
Don't follow your heart. It's just the way I'll trick you. Forgive me my dear, I am not here to fix you.
I can come and swallow your pain but I'll choke on all its flavor. If you could just not come back home. Just for me. As a favor.
It's anything that you wanted . . . .
Don't pack up your things. It's not quite time. I'm leaving. Hold onto your dreams of a strong man that's teething.
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Prelude
04:26
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I'm coming upon this world's edge. I'm picturing life without someone to hold. It's all about focusing on maintenance. It's not about you.
She's coming back. Persistent. These are uptown problems. "Not for the people who live them." She's hanging out. Acceptance. It's a bumpy ride when you write your own ticket.
It's a new day when we write the words that sound so evil. And, I lost on the part where we're having a happy day. If I picture us together when we're in the mirror. I wanna picture parts where we're also in a happy way. I'm broken down.
And then I'm upon this new one. She cuts through my skin like a hurricane. We're taking our time quickly and we're fucking like there's nothing to live for.
It's a new day when we write the words that sound so evil. And, I lost on the part where we're having a happy day. If I picture us together when we're in the mirror. I wanna picture parts where we're also in a happy way. I'm broken down.
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On the Run
03:31
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If you're gonna write a love song, who you gonna turn to if you fight so hard that you never let it ring through. Why don't you come back to me, baby, I will understand.
Well, you're just a bad-ass bitch with nobody and no place to go. Well, you're just a long mountain road, better climb you heavy, climb you slow.
Why don't you come back to me, baby, I will understand.
Well, you're just a rock-hard woman with the strength but nothing to show. And, you want those creature comfort holidays with candy canes and fucking snow.
Why don't you come back to me, baby, I will understand.
But, you're on the run.
If you're gonna write a love song, who you gonna turn to if you fight so hard that you never let it ring through. Why don't you come back to me, baby, I will understand.
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Eli and the Sound Cult Sacramento, California
Eli & the Sound Cult is the musical collaboration of Elijah Jenkins and Jason Bove. Jason Bove is also a painter. Elijah Jenkins also writes post-rock for independent films.
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