This is overwhelming. In the most beautiful way

Champ (feat. Edgar Winter)

Spoon - Don't You Evah

Summer of Luv (feat. Unknown Mortal Orchestra)

Chris Black Changed My Life

Anxiety:Clarity (feat. Paul Williams)

Plastic Island

From the album "They Want My Soul" 

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- Inside Out Lyrics -
Time's gone inside out
Time gets distorted when there's intense gravity
 
I don't got time for holy rollers
Though they may wash my feet
And I won't be their soldier
 
There's intense gravity in you
I'm just your satellite
Ooooooh I know that time's gone inside out
 
And now it's only like I told you
Though they may wash my feet
They do not make me complete
 
Break out of character for me
Time keeps on going when
We got nothing else to give
We got nothing left to give
Because our time's gone inside out
 
I don't make time for holy rollers
There's only you I need
They do not make me complete


Inside Out

"Heart It Races" by Dr. Dog from the album 'Live At A Flamingo Hotel,' available January 13
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Live at a Flamingo Hotel

Heart It Races

Dr. Dog - Heart It Races

[Intro]
“Boots on the floor… same old game… she’s just like her…”

[Verse 1]
Boots scuff the dust, neon hums low,
Whiskey words curl, her twang cuts deep!
Coy little smirk, hand on my chest—
A trap wrapped in lace, dressed up to deceive!

“She plays you… just like her…”)

[Pre-Chorus]
Step by step, she reels me in…
Same sweet poison, same slick sin…
The Voice snarls, I see it clear—
She’s not Jessica, she’s HER!

[Chorus]
She pulls me close, the bottle tips…
A hiss, a laugh, a venom kiss!
Dragged to the truck, smirk turns cold—
The Voice says…
“Start.”

[Verse 2]
Engine roars, gravel spits,
She don’t look so damn tough now!
Make her plead, make her cry…
Turn her lies into a sound!

“Beg for me. Say my name. Like she did.”

[Bridge]
Midnight highway, no headlights shine…
The wind carries screams through the pines…
One last gasp, one last breath…
Justice whispered from the edge of death!

“She won’t fool another soul…”)

[Chorus]
She pulls me close, the bottle tips…
A hiss, a laugh, a venom kiss!
Dragged to the truck, smirk turns cold—
The Voice says…
“Start.”

[Breakdown]
Bar doors swing, the jukebox stops—
A queen torn down, a body drops!
Dust to dust, the neon fades…
One more ghost, one more grave!

“She’s just like her… but she won’t fool another soul.”

[Chorus]
She pulls me close, the bottle tips…
A hiss, a laugh, a venom kiss!
Dragged to the truck, smirk turns cold—
The Voice says…
“Start.”

Jessica, Start the Fall

SWIMM - 'Belly', from the Beverly Hells EP out now: bit.ly/BeverlyHells

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Belly

Thinking back to the whacks that we used to take
Rolling joints to a point with a roach and shake
Sipping on Summer Ale in September sun
Jump in the back seat where we had some fun
Cruise out on the boat to the house of stilts
Kiss me underneath till the pasion wilts
Never will I find another crazy lady putting up wooden houses in Haiti
Closing up your eyes cause you drink too much
Open up your thighs cause you like my touch
I want to grow old on Brazilian beaches
Getting tan in the sand with your two ripe peaches

Back and forth through custom lines
Searching for my Argentine
Now I need another home to rest my complex corazon

Six-packs and a flask from a Scottish lake
Been a mess since the best chest game to date
Hit the map for a tap and a little loving
The bone I wrap for buns in ovens
Living by the ocean, going through the motions
Drinking with my head in a noose
Never known a better potion to let my liver soak in
No I bet I'm telling the truth
Holding all the good stories
Coke and all it's glories
Slipped up, Tripped up.... Tooth
Bust on the pavement, make another payment, running like Johns Wilks Booth, oof!

Back and forth through custom lines
Searching for my Argentine
Now I need another home to rest my complex corazon

Truer words never spoken, "Quick to be broken"
Change is a notion you should learn like lotion
On the hand that you're hoping to
Land the next open, girl that you're scoping
Pillows you be groping
Forever will I be insistent, that distance, is the crux of my existence
And whoever would be to wish this away this instant I'd give assistance
Never would I need to wish this away like wish lists and family business
Clever would I be to diss this and kiss the first fish thats close to British

Champ (feat. Edgar Winter)

Portugal. The Man

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