1. |
Go on!
01:23
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Tell me how you're doing these days
I'm going wild
Sitting on a dang' street bench
waiting for a smile
took apart myself again
wait till you see inside
Time sure does fly
But maybe not for a while
What do you know
You've gone far
Tell my madam
I'm in a
Fall
Dreaming with you
Will be...
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2. |
Robin Hood
01:45
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Oh where
Are the layers of your care?
Way down
you know it's all good
Cuz' we're playing robin hood
Way down
There
You're pulling all my strings
You tell me something
I know your diamond rings
running out of time
Yeah
You told your card game
I know you're donezo
I know I'm betting him
Stir me something
Walk your back on me
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3. |
Philadelphia
02:51
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Are you hanging from your string?
You mean no harm to anything
Over tattooed Trust fund babe
I can't hear a word you say
But I'm going to Philadelphia
I know it's more near than far
Are you hangin' in your cage?
The new mysticism feels so strange
Undernourished plant-based babe
Take your secrets to the grave
But I'm going to Philadelphia
I'm sure it's more near than far
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4. |
Oi!
02:32
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Walk me through it all
It's a moment
Where I could fall
And the scars don't show
And if they do
I don't wanna know
And the reigns are sharp
and we're going far
Out into the dark
I'm doing my part
Refrain:
And I'm running home
Guess I'm wise enough to leave you alone
Like a dam that broke
Sentimentality needs to grow
And amazing poem
And an up-down buried, wary, very
Everything
You've got it all...
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5. |
Mr.Oppenheimer
02:11
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I'm already home
LIke a scorecard, on the back seat of your son
I'll show you where I wanna go
Like a hideaway, from everyone you sold.
And I'm telling all the doctor's that you called
That I got the remedy, and it's not, part of it all
Oh Mister, Oppenheimer, don't you look so goddamned glum
I know love is more than plutonium sun
and I know, it's getting a little harder
Just to shake a man's damn hand.
But the world ain't getting worse
It's just getting, a little -
Mister, Oppenheimer
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6. |
Letter
02:29
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Hey there
I see you're on your hands and feet again
A doe-y stare
And your phoney auburn hair
And I take
All the roads that's on your bucket list
But I'm waving
Goodbye tonight
There's a hole in the bucket again
And you know now, I'm not one of your merry men.
But love allows for more than just carnal sin
But I wish you all the richness of your name.
Piano talk
Like a factory or Warhol
And I don't know
Or want nothing at all
And though we
Stumble and fall
It don't mean that much at all
From the windows down to bricks in other worlds.
I just kinda feel
you're not quite the path out of here
I think I know some things you don't.
And I just mean, that your community is my enemy
And I'm sick and tired of sweet, but bogus words.
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7. |
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Get a grip
lyrics
Get a grip
Get a grip
Everybody get a grip
We’ve been down and out so long that I can’t tell if it’s the I virus or an impulse
There are ghosts upon your skin
There’s a cauldron in the pocket of your raincoat
I’m left in my autumn
And running when I ought to fight
Free yourself
Free yourself,
free yourself
Free yourself
Get a grip
Get a grip, everybody get a grip
Your skin tastes like bluish light
And the smile that’s on my face is in the beta
I know it’s time enough
To get together
For a new Passover satyr
That kisses your bloodstream
Like a 6 million dollar man
Break yourself
Break yourself
Break yourself
Break yourself
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8. |
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Do you remember the cages?
When your shelter closed in tightly
And the pixels from loved ones and sex-bob-ombs
Got you seasick nightly
And
yeah we pretend
We pretend
that it's not so likely
That we can't go back
no, we can't go back
to flesh and blood romance
Chorus:
I thought you wanted it all
I thought we'd find our soul mates here in house show walls
I thought our partners would pick us up whenever we would fall
I thought Dundas square would get more boring every day
but we're frozen in this social tooth decay.
I could'nt remember the answers
or what made me smile and made me nervous, no
Like, what's in jest and
what's bad taste at your uncles funeral
the river at home is still afloat
but I swear there's sunken gold
but my garden is trampled
but no-one heard me gasp for air
Chorus:
I thought you wanted it all
I thought we'd find our soul mates here in house show walls
I thought our partners would pick us up whenever we would fall
I thought Dundas square would get more boring every day
but we're frozen in this social tooth decay.
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9. |
Friends?
02:06
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And every try-hard I've ever met
Was just a poser
With more discipline
and free time
and in your scene
there's one right there
Taking their spot in your line
They take one step
a two step
Three might be enough
To know we might have gone to far
Because
Byron Lee, and all the Skatalites
Seems like kitsch
Compared to Gary Numan and a car
My friends are acoustic
I'm telling you not to play with them
I put up with their bullshit
and they help me when I'm on the mend
All I mean by this
Is I'm sick
Of trying to be your...
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10. |
Santiago
01:40
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Santiago
I'm already home
Take my total
never right these wrongs?
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The unlynchables Brantford, Ontario
The Unlynchables is a collaborative musical project from Brantford, Ontario.
Organized by Jamaican-Canadian artist
Denzel Gordon, the Unlychables is a rotating ensamble, exploring different sonic territory in every release. Since 2020 The Unlynchables have been telling distinct stories and stressing the value of community.
Alt-Rock, Folk-Punk, Reggae and whatever else.
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