1. |
The Reckoning
03:11
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I hear our tunes,
They make me blue
Reminisce: I confess,
I was contrary
Virgin Mary
We'll never be the same again
I look for all,
Those old ghosts
Keep my pillow by my bed because,
Dreams won't help me
Sleep's an entry
To things that will not be the same again
Your harmony follows me
Keeps my pace, we trail aging streets
And walk through those,
Ancient halls
Skipping 'round: side-street clowns only,
Make me lonely
Just a feeling
I'm never gonna be the same again
Sunset marks,
On teenage hearts
Looking back I relax, but my,
Heart's exploding
Must be love and,
That nothing's gonna be the same again
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2. |
Coffee And Ice Cream
03:46
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School is getting boring for lady Jane
She has started yearning for a change
But when she gets home,
She finds solitude in little things
Like coffee and ice cream,
Watching the TV screen,
Turn up the radio for something new to dream
Church is always gonna pain our Jane,
Because the preachings always stay the same
So when she gets home,
She finds solitude in little things:
Coffee and ice cream,
Watching the TV screen,
Turn up the radio for something new to dream
Find it out,
What you're about,
Jane, you're lost,
For what you want
Jane is always look for a change,
But the town will always stay the same
So when she gets home,
She finds solitude in little things:
Coffee and ice cream,
Watching the TV screen,
Turn up the radio for something new to dream
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3. |
The Heartsick Kid
03:25
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My family,
Raised me in a sunbeam,
I never read the tea leaves,
So when the morning kept me,
From the touch of a kingdom that hadn't left before,
My figure faded out of form
'Cause sometimes it's better when I am not really here,
And vests under layers couldn't melt the frozen lament
The town we,
Walked the streets of wilted,
'Cause I was feeling speechless,
I'd mastered being sheepish,
Just looking for a touch for when words were not enough
A hold earned through inheritance
And all that I needed was a shoulder for the tears
My nose turning rosy and my heart spilling out a river
Harry,
Found me 'fore I married,
My true love; back when the,
Cliques were tall and I was,
Feeling low and lonely in every place I'd go
With no hope of ever letting go
But heavens would reach me and slowly I would start to fill up
Grow old and realise all the kingdoms have to take off
Though sometimes it's better when I am not really here
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4. |
Bedhead Music
02:05
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5. |
Moving In The Rye
03:00
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Woke up to the morning sun,
Resting on her face and on her drum
And her face was heavenly,
Always laughing joyously she seemed
I tapped on that drum,
As she took me to sunset,
When we were moving in the rye
As we walked through all the fields,
Sun was shining and our fears were gone
And she looked me in the eyes,
Said I'd never leave her side and I
I looked at that sun,
Then turned 'round back to sunset,
When we were dancing in the rye
Danced all night in the rye
I tapped on that drum,
As we shared our love,
The sun had come up,
But we waited for sunset
When we were moving in the rye
Dancing in the rye
My heart grew up in the rye
We were moving in the rye
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6. |
Strange Place
01:43
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The rags on their backs have torn through their skin and,
When they relax their heart bursts through their ribs because,
Every time their feelings can’t live out a life. Well we’re,
Aching and everything is falling out of place
A strange place
The rust in our teacups is dirtying our face
Our haircuts and love notes were sullying our age,
And I’m speaking words I don’t know how to phrase, and,
Before I know: it’s time to take a weight off our shoulders
“Show us your muscles”
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7. |
Meet Me In September
04:08
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So we've lost touch again,
Guess you'd call us old friends,
And you've moved to a house on,
Silver-line avenue
You left home on the wire,
'Cause the clock satisfied,
And the salt's getting dry, so,
You're guided away by the tide
And so, you go for broke
New yolk: drop Maslow
You'll call your folks
You're moving up
And the spring changed your clothes,
Shed your wool as you grow,
Put it in an envelope and,
Sign it off to finally let it go
But you're mouth still tastes the sea,
Memories of where you've been,
And a song comes along and
Takes you back to places you've moved from
And oh, what do you know?
Your heart is growing up as well
Your feelings yell,
Memories when you've time to kill
A call from the gulf,
Reaches to touch,
Meet me in September,
You come
Aw, life in the wings,
Standing as a strange kind of bliss,
When you know you've been missed,
So now dinner at six
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8. |
Low Hanging Trees
04:31
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So you call me up and start a conversation that would,
Never aim to move or reach a destination, but you,
Know we're saying more than's shown within our sentences and,
With our action we begin to write the statement and it's love
Wrapped in warm embrace with Autumn at our fleeces and we,
Plan to meet again on Halloween and go to Lacey's,
Mamma's out and so my sister does my makeup: I hope,
That my face is good for conversation, kisses that won't stop
Birthday party talk,
Kisses on the park,
Leave your house after dark,
Goodnight words hit the spot
Playing mop-top tunes in Noah's bedroom, kitchen, garden
Pledge allegiance to the hopefuls of the art department
Learn to understand when all your friends are busy, start to,
Work on Saturdays and look for faces that you've seen before
A moon-lit carve of our initials in the bus-shelter leaves,
Hazy memories of heart-transforming summers, 'fore we,
Stretched our legs and wondered if we'd ever have our mothers,
On our backs again and if it's finally time to shrug things off
Walked from Ize's,
Passed low-hanging trees,
I'd fallen loose,
But you'd shown me through
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9. |
Freewheelin' Teens
03:27
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Susan's daughter's body odor smells of older coats, and me?
I'm a puzzle; living puddle, moving from a joke to dream
Take the shower-head: devoured by a feeling like relief,
Spend the hours after outburst reading Waterhouse for me
It's us,
We come across as razorblades, but never mean to seem that way
It's us,
Involuntary tearaways with little else to demonstrate our muck
Johnny's thunder's fallen under bed-sheet chemistry with me:
A walking trauma; list of problems, mission statement from a screech
Swallow trouble: turn it over, to the past and then repeat
Find your heart spilled in a song for FM/ Primetime fantasies
It's us,
We never mean the words we say: sincerity we hide away
It's us,
Rodents in the underpass: victims of the hourglass and dust
So the story told of Billy living in his dreams, but me?
I am snappy, I am crabby, I am lonely; losing sleep
Short of mantras, giving answers I could never really meet,
And when we fire the words that hurt us feelings feel like history
It's us,
We're gruesome but we hesitate, before the feelings go away
It's us,
We're shallow but our hearts will break and so we reach to undertake our love
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10. |
Youth in Revolt
04:25
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Rolodex fantasy calls,
Lifestyle of catalogue tones,
Egos too grown for the walls,
Time to come down to the floor
Though Macy's and cherry,
Could never sway me,
I'm still a sucker for it all
Old spice is trailing from afar,
Dust from a busted cigar,
Sneakers sinking in the lawn,
The lines you hear to fight the bourgeois
But Jack's will still has you,
Pirouette in perfume,
And arm chairs are christened in the dark
And I pick you,
Up some time,
Take a ride,
Hope that I,
Get it right
And so a prophecy is told,
Stories of bay and gable roll,
Not that it's sworn to an oath,
Make sure it's filling more than holes
More than a memory,
Of things you have never seen,
Memories that would stay at the door
But still we're talking up a storm,
Seems like we're hitting every note,
Maybe it's decided from above,
Or just our egos in control
Still my fantasy daily:
I won't be a has-been,
Though sometimes that order's pretty tall
And I pick you,
Up some time,
Take a ride,
Hope that I,
Get it right,
Make you mine,
Turn you on,
It's begun,
Are we scum?
This is young,
Please have fun
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11. |
Nothing's Beautiful
05:03
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The red tie,
Couldn't look better if I tried
I don't want to go home tonight,
'Cause nothing is better than you
Our wide eyes,
Staring from each other's sides,
Holding back the rain that hides,
'Cause nothing is better tonight
Nothing could better tonight
But I,
Go home alone,
All the stars are gone,
Nothing's beautiful
The slow dance,
Hearts are beating like bandstands
As we glide through Saturn nights,
Nothing could feel more right
Your twisted,
Finger calls me to your side,
You bat your lips and shut your eyes,
And try as I might I can't lie
You have me for more than tonight
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The Room Upstairs London, UK
Since forming in 2014, The Room Upstairs have become album-era hanger-on-ers, decorating themselves in retro-tinged melodies
and folk-rock lyricisms. They muse on mortality, nostalgia, the passage of time, and emotional life crises (quarter, mid, or just normal "ran-out-of-milk" stuff). That said, they also wrote this biography, so maybe listen and debate the bias.
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