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Daydream
03:34
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Punch the numbers day by day you can start to feel the plough
And rows of seats are not for me but I’ll sit here for now.
Woke up in a cubicle from a dream of rock and roll
I fell asleep was just a dream its time for the real world.
We’ll never figure it out
The best way to live life, no doubt
We’re constantly falling apart
But at night we can dream.
Rock star Michael got the dream with his face on magazines
He plays his shows but nobody knows his life has turned to steam.
All splayed out along his rug watching T.V. with eighty grand
He wants a job, a quiet life, he wants to leave the band.
We’ll never figure it out
The best way to live life, no doubt
We’re constantly falling apart
But at night we can dream.
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In My Thoughts
02:54
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Imagine us driving, the trees and the night
A gentle breeze blowing, it’s all all right
I know, the more you think the worse it goes.
And when I awaken, you’ve already gone
My hands in my pockets, the streetlights on
I know, the more you think the worse it goes.
I’m swimming in thoughts of things I might say to you, never say hello
Successfully wasting all of my time until it is time to go.
But something inside me enjoys it this way
And inside my mind all my actions stay
I know, the more you think the worse it goes.
I’m swimming in thoughts of things I might say to you, never say hello
Successfully wasting all of my time until it is time to go.
Successfully wasting…
But in all my dreams I could not ever feel
The soft skin of your hand, and what is real
I know, the more you think the worse it goes
I know, the more you think the worse it goes.
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The Slacker Song
03:14
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You’re driving afternoons, the dust floats in the light
Take air condition, close the windows tight
You’re going faster now, you’re losing track of time.
The streets begin to blur, they start to lose design
The houses quake and slip into the brine
And everything you know is oh so far behind.
Play all the games they put us inside
The boyish grin dies, the useful man sighs.
I sunset drive, I’m drinking my wine
I’m wasting my time, the slackers are fine.
The useless people are all right
They sing their songs into the night
The useless people are all right, I know they’re fine.
You park your car across from the old train station
The white-buttoned shirts and suit jackets run
Un-tuck your baggy shirt and you’re feeling all right.
Play all the games they put us inside
The boyish grin dies, the useful man sighs.
I sunset drive, I’m drinking my wine
I’m wasting my time, the slackers are fine.
The useless people are all right
They sing their songs into the night
The useless people are all right, I know they’re fine.
You place your foot inside of the old train station.
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Give Me Light
04:12
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Trekking through mud, the rain is falling flood after flood
The brown bag sandwich filling my gut, this life’s a bleeding cut.
And one more bright day, I’m stuck inside and packaged away
I’m wasting all my time it’s not right, I’m waiting for a light.
Give me light, give me a way to feel alright
Give me light, give me a way to feel alright.
Sofa king sits, he’s tranquilized by those T.V. skits
He’s waiting for an actor to say a light will show the way.
And the drunk kids walk, they stumble and forget how to talk
They wish that they could get back their sight, they wish they had a light.
Give me light, give me a way to feel alright
Give me light, give me a way to feel alright.
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Ice Cream Trucks
03:50
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The ice cream truck man pulled up in his van
The kids on the field raced down to meet him.
Explored in the woods, we knew that we should
We bruised up our knees, climbed up the branches.
And I’m leaving everything I know, I’m going far away
I have to say goodbye for now, but I’ll be back one day.
The shadowy lane with love in my vein
She pushed me away with my head hanging.
And dull neon lights on post-rainy nights
When no one’s around and you just wander.
And I’m leaving everything I know, I’m going far away
I have to say goodbye for now, but I’ll be back one day.
The driving around and blasting our sound
Make tracks on the grass hope no one’s watching.
And walking the dog into the smog
While singing our songs, wake up the neighbors.
And I’m leaving everything I know, I’m going far away
I have to say goodbye for now, but I’ll be back one day.
Oh I’ll be back one day.
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Primate House Hastings On Hudson, New York
Primate House is a rock band.
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