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Spin To Night
03:52
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I don't know the way it's gonna be
I don't know who I'll be callin me
Shifty eyes tarnish my soul's instincts
Murky waters, guess I'm up shit's creek
Something about this ain't feelin right
Top of the world till it spins to night
When I'm older I'll take care of things
Till then I ain't no visionary
When I tire my worries carry me
Ask me why, 'cause baby it's easy
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Crackbilly
04:58
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Tell yourself a tale so old
I wanna see but I can't let go
Be what you'll be, I should've known
Unfolding me I lose control
If you wanna celebrate, c'mon, don't hesitate
Banking on the sun to wait
Well I know how it feels bein' alone
Alone
Strange feeling comin' on
It knows where we all come from
You knew all along
I wanna see your cannonball
We're runnin' and runnin'
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3. |
Hot Splinters
04:12
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Visions like hot splinters
Visions far from here
Swelling, surging, I sink low
Swallowed by desire
Fictions rip flesh from bone
Fictions steal my mind
In your eyes I bleed out
Chase them 'round my head
I don't want another thing
I just want you now, no more acts
One thing I know, alone, the mind runs wild
These easy fears set me back again
It's one thing I know
Step outside your mind for a little while, see it's alright
Loss and gain this story of mine
Well you realize that it's alright
Come just close your eyes for a little while, see it's alright
Well is it alright?
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Irking The Imp
03:07
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Sing your song and carry on
Or write it down, it won't take long
A lullaby to rest easy
Sing your song
The light is on but no one's home
The soul is safe in the flesh and bone
A wishing well so the will keeps strong
A wishing well
Nagging doubt is creepin' on
Life ain't short, baby it's too long
Curled up like you're sick, I can't say I get it
Just waiting it out
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Highland Park
03:07
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Drums stir the herd
We're flies in amber
So what we're just little turds
Come now friends, we've waited too long
Drink up the wine's no good after dawn
Drums stir the herd
We're flies in amber
So what we're just little turds
Heads in the sky can only ask why
But now ain't a time for whys
Leave those at the door
It is what it's for
Never been so sure
It is what it's for
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Look To The Sky
04:21
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The sun is setting on the sea
But will it rise again for me?
And what these troubles tryin' to say?
Oh Lord I'll understand someday
I think I seen your face before
Crawlin' back inside the door
I think I seen your face before
Up to the clouds I send my plea
But they hold a ransom over me
And tell me mother what you mean
When you say life is but a dream
You will see past this little ploy
You will set free this little boy
And he'll save you
I drift away into the sea
The waves, they pull me underneath
The moon is smiling 'cause he sees
The waves, they take what's left of me
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The Almond Butters Williamsburg, Virginia
Hailing from Williamsburg, VA, The Almond Butters began writing songs and playing local shows in early 2014. The band gained a cult following with its original blend of rock, jazz, and rap. After a brief hiatus, the Butters hope to move on to bigger and better things... ... more
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