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Coming Up Weeds
03:33
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Need a pinch of something need a speck of relief, but
Nothing will grow the birds ate all the seeds, and
Everything and comes up turns out to be
Weeds
Who knew it’s be so hard to nourish a shoot
Convince a tiny germ to take up and root, but
Everything has its own sense of time and
Space, and they never want to cooperate
You were told from very young that you’re supposed to be the
Chosen one, what a mistake
You bought it all for years and years and atrophied between the
Ears, waiting for someone to hand you a break
Don’t want to stay this way forever
I’ve got a feeling I won’t last that long
No use in looking to the future
Still trying to figure where it all went wrong
Feel the rain a comin there’s a creak in my knees
No one’s gonna hear you so just go ahead and scream
Who’s gonna save you now it’s just you and me
Come on let’s see a smile my only aim is to please
I could snare a couple birds and feed ‘em to the bees
And drown every dog I see just to kill the fleas
You were told from very young that you’re supposed to be the
Chosen one, what a mistake
You laid around for way too long now there’s no places in the
Sun, you’ll be lucky for a spot in the shade
I could stay out here forever
Stretch out my legs and let the wet soak in
I’ll leave no answer for the folks back home
I hope they ask each other where I’ve been
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Brighter Day
04:00
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Stars of Blue
03:07
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Seasick Accidents
04:42
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Lived Underground
04:07
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Instill Confusion
03:27
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You were right when you mentioned
It’s a lonely place
You’re too kind no bad intentions
Not a doubt in your face
When in doubt instill confusion
Blowing smoke create illusion
Deceive the masses with our vagaries
Lose the scent with allegory
There’s no fun in honest stories
Confession is just not your cup of tea
So long, youthful vigor
You’ve cooked in the sun
Underground, I’m quite sure rigor
Mortis will be fun
Now wake up and paint your face
We must evacuate this place
We’ll shock the masses with our vanity
There’s no time for p’s and q’s
Or lacy brassieres fancy shoes
With the utmost speed we’re going to flee
The house the lane the postman’s name, your
Favorite girl up on the way, your
Feet in sand from where you used to play
A thousand years between the ears, more
Loss than gain more love than pain, it’s
Time to disassociate your fears
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7. |
Serious Without You
03:10
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8. |
Just Stay Home
05:22
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Michelles Chicago, Illinois
Michelles is a band from Chicago, described by Atwood Mag as “pairing MGMT’s psychedelia perfectly with The Smiths’ raw candor and heart-on-sleeve sincerity”. It’s a bit of a stretch to call Michelles a band, as it is the singular vision of Michael Daly, who writes and plays nearly every sound heard on every recording. ... more
Michelles recommends:
Fuzzy warm late night beats with big hooks and hypnotic vocals.
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