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Sir Loin, the Steak
03:35
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i want to love you in the summertime
hold your hand
lovers laying out to dry
in the sand
the palm trees flicker in the breeze
i'm drifting out to sea
here sentiment is key
salt lick spit into the sun
drink slips inside my blood
see now we're having fun
When my world's on fire will you burn it down with me
I'm your amplifier will you be my choir and sing
As the sound waves cut through the smoke
We'll stand there as ghosts
Silent on the coast
Every last desire, we will soon admire like kings
Will you be my queen
I'll roll the paper if you start to grind
The Aroma
I'll stare at you till I go blind
Of Glaucoma
Gold leaf pressed against my teeth
You wear it like a wreath
So elegant you seem
Silhouettes above our heads
Dance like they are possessed
Walls turn from beige to red
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Valkyrie
02:53
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Valkyrie
sing for me
you are all I have desired
so take me to your
coffin choir
you and me
meant to be
it's a sickly sinning thing,
valkyrie
Scream from the rooftops baby
I will not heed your call
You are my midnight lady
Look both ways before the fall
Darken your temper
maybe
Piss on cathedral halls
Take me for granted
splatter six(6) six(6) six(6) on holy walls
crystal clear
you come to me my dear
a silhouette in satin in my ear
so tell me
tell me
what do you want from me
sinner, sinner
swallow all your fear
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there's mold inside the ceiling
ash inside my lungs
i'm coughing up a nightmare
i'm spitting out the sun
it's coming out of my nose
with everything that glows
i'm breathing in real slow
real slow
but i don't want to breathe you out just yet
i'm sick of always trying to forget
i wonder where you have been
i wonder where you are
i need you like an aspirin
i'll never go that far
i gotta get out of here
it's so clear
and i don't want to cut this off just yet
i'd rather drill a hole inside my chest
you'll always have my heart
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4. |
Joan of Ark
03:37
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St Joan of Arc sat patiently awaiting her demise
She'd long ago accepted that the world was built on lies
And if evil must prevail it might as well be on her grave
So she let them hang her up and history would carve her name
And the harbinger of death himself at once was filled with shame
He knew that he'd be met 'pon death with ever soaring pain
But if the flames of hell discriminated action from intent
Poor Geoffrey swears it to this day he would be heaven sent
he said
Joan I cannot blame you enough
If it weren't for you I would've risen up
Joan I cannot blame you enough
Now Joanie's execution sent a ripple through new york
It woke the hand of young Diane in her French history course
My friend Diane was special you see she could really write
So she took a pen and paper and she wrote with all her might
she said
Joan I cannot thank you enough
If it weren't for you I'd never spoken up
Joan I cannot thank you enough
I don't know what to do with all my heartache
I'm hanging here on a noose for you
I don't know what to do with all my love for you
I don't know what to do
Diane she joined politics, she thought she'd make a change
In March they asked her questions on an electoral stage
And a reporter with a cross who seemed real good but not so bright
Asked her if she walked with God, if she stood within his light
And she thought for a moment, considered all her answers
To poll in Alabama she'd need support from all the pastors
Diane was not religious but she knew a saint who was
A saint who she admired, who fought for holy cause
. . .
"If I am not, may God put me there; and if I am, may God so keep me."
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Dosing
03:12
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i'm dosing mostly to dull all my senses
drunk in bed alone in my room
i'm dosing mostly to cure this depression
i'm dosing mostly to get over you
i wanna go where the good music takes me
i wanna go where I can't do no wrong
i need to know if I'm somehow deserving
of a world where they sing all my songs
nothing hurts like a life without purpose
nothing hurts like a love loved and lost
there's no peace in a life of aversion
there's no comfort in sleeping it off
Ii know a place where all the good men go to waste away their days
it's green
and everybody's conscience clean
and listerine, it floods my house
as I pull the balls of cotton from my mouth
to say
. . .
good morning
and again I'm dosing
i don't wanna be free no more
i don't wanna be free
'cause when I'm left to my own devices
i can never leave
every time my thoughts run dry
whenever i'm feeling shy
i turn to you, you make me feel alright
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Black pepper, blue cheese
Won't you come dine with me
Ranch dressing, you'll see
I'll never let you off your leash
So charming, so sweet
Can't help but fall for me
Dark temper, you'll see
You had your chance, now you can't leave
You said what's done is done
We've gone and had our fun
You thought you had a new thing coming
But I won't disappear
I'll fill your heart with fear
Forgot you left an old thing running
If I will never hear the end of it
Then you will never hear the end of it
Fear factor, fresh meat
Locked eyes and lost at sea
Scare tactic, weak kneed
You'll never get the best of me
You will never see the light of day for a thousand days for a thousand years you will feel my pain I will find a way I will find a way you won't forget about me
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7. |
Waltz #4
02:58
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8. |
Metamorphosis
03:37
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9. |
Feng Shui
01:26
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10. |
Good Morning
03:32
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11. |
Waking Life
03:05
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12. |
Sun
04:44
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Old Sol Chicago, Illinois
DEBUT LP "SUN" OUT NOW!!!
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Ilan Haskel - guitar, vocals
Tom Berard - violin, guitar
Evan Hock - bass
Geoff Siuciak - drums, percussion
Old Sol recommends:
idiosyncratic collection of beats and nuggets by some talented and curious people
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little fidelity, lots of heart. sample friendly and exploratory.
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