Whazzizzit?

Benefit

Can't Go Back

Frivolous

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Julian Jasper - 2AM, Chinatown

I am building a tree house
Climb it with me
We can see above the world

Nobody can find us
Alone at the top
Pull the ladder up from the ground

The things we left below,
They're not going anywhere
We'll be left alone
We'll forget about down there

I'm building a spaceship
Can you make us space outfits?
Put our helmets on
5 4 3 2 1...blast away

The things we left below
They're not going anyplace
We'll be right at home
Swimming in the ocean of space

All the things we left below
We'll get back to them in time
I'm not ready to let go
Of all the new things we might find

The things we left below
Just ain’t the same as what's above
Why should we go home
Until our hungry hearts have had enough

Im painting a treasure map.
I'll give you half, and one day, we'll find our way back...

The Things We Left Below

Why is it after sundown
This place is like a ghost town?
I don't wanna slow down
Let's go out and raise the dead.

This place is just too tame,
And baby, you know we are wild things.
And baby, we can live a dream...
While others just dream in their bed.

You'll be riding shotgun,
Music up. Windows Down.
They can call the cops up,
Peelin' out, speakers loud.
No one around to stop us,
Being out, freakin' out.
We'll keep it runnin', we'll keep it...

Every street we're rolling down
We're acting like we own this town,
And we'll keep it runnin' 
Till the sun is comin' up.

Waking up half-naked
And my head feels like a train wreck.
How fucked up did we get?
But the weekend ain't over yet.

You'll be riding shotgun,
Music up. Windows Down.
They can call the cops up,
Peelin' out, speakers loud.
No one around to stop us,
Being out, freakin' out.
We'll keep it runnin', we'll keep it...

Every street we're rolling down
We're acting like we own this town,
And we'll keep it runnin' 
Till the sun is comin' up.

Drums: Parker McCabe
Bass and backup vox: Harry Foster
Mix: Adriano Martin
Artwork: Nathan Owen

Keep It Runnin'

I'm on an island
All I have is the sun
I'm so far from everything
And everyone
I've been here so long...
And all I want is home.

The ocean is hopeless.
The jungle is rough.
And suddenly parking tickets
Don't seem so tough
I'd give everything I owned
To just not be alone...

Everything I thought I wanted before
Doesn't matter anymore at all.
The sun beats down upon my skin
I shout into the lonely wind-
Get off this island.

Here on the island,
Counting the days...
Counting the memories
Before they fade
And I just keep hanging in
In hopes I'll see your face again...

Everything I thought I wanted before
Doesn't matter anymore to me.
Things I wish I'd said to you,
I whisper to the lonely moon.
Get me off this island, please....

Everything I thought I wanted before
Doesn't matter anymore, instead-
I'll dive into the crashing tide
To brave the oceans in your eyes.
Get off this island in my head.

Island

The John Wayne

Little Green Cars - The John Wayne

Dagart Allison on vocals and guitars
Milo Fultz on bass
Tre Beaudoin on drums
David A Stern on organ

Mixing by Jeff Berner
Mastering by Phil Shaw Bova

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