1. |
Worst Kind
02:35
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I bet you would
Right behind her, baby
Give up the goods
For a summer with a midnight lady
Your leather coat
is your undercover
Hide all your ghosts
From your childhood in the suburbs, suburbs
Oh, a punk is always right
Oh, a coward is the worst kind, worst kind
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2. |
Reject Me
02:17
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Infect me
protect me
control me
reduce me
reuse me
reject me
repeat me
perfect me
reference me
It's just a sign of the times
No one remembers the names of yesterday
They'll throw you right out the line
When they grow tired of you
Cuz you are you
Infantilize
Commercialize
Fanaticize
Obliterate
Reiterate
Memorialize
Cuz you, cuz you are
Cuz you, cuz you are
Cuz you, Cuz you are you
It's just a sign of the times
No one remembers the names of yesterday
They'll throw you right out the line
When they grow tired of you
Cuz you are you, cuz you are you, cuz you are you...
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3. |
Mental
03:42
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I feel alone this time
I'm feeling on this time
I don't give a, I don't give a
Who is the one this time
Not 25 this time
I am the dealer of my time
I don't give a, I don't give a
Who is the pawn this time
Time, Time, Time
Time, Time, Time
I'm sick of their lies
of making up faults
But I'm beginning to fade away
I'm sick of their lies
of making up faults
but I'm beginning to fade away...
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Suburbia
02:42
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The highway melts beneath the sun, the skies are creepin
Suburban waterfalls, the cars are filled with sadness
Lemonade sorbet mouths are drippin with resentments
Surburbia, suburbia
I never wanted anything, anything, anything
I never wanted anything, anything, anything
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything
Suburbia, suburbia...
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5. |
Waste Away
03:23
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I saw the worst, and I started comin around
You said the words, and we parted, no comin' around
What is the big idea, you get no second chances
There is no unicorn
What is the big idea, you get no second chances
There is no unicorn
I see the way they keep on givin it all
So young and so free they give it away
Waste away...
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Motel Pools Los Angeles, California
"Grit and grime." -Spin
"A particularly delectable style of fashionable
destitution." -Impose
"A sort-of fuck you towards all those industry struggles..." - SF Weekly
Chiara Angelicola (born September 15, 1984) is an American singer-songwriter and musician, known for her work in the musical projects Motel Pools and Bird Call.
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