1. |
Smokin' Dirt
00:34
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2. |
Dusty
06:17
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Daylight
Over dusty dunes
Sailing
Past the desert blooms
Then night falls down
You're so far from town
What might abound
Feeling
What you always knew
The desert
Lives inside of you
Then night falls down
There's no one around
What was that sound
Patterns
Tracing your mind
Shadows
Define the light
You say this city is
Insidious
But you don't know
You say don't fall for it
But what if this
Is the truth
Patterns
Tracing your mind
Shadows
Define the light
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3. |
Antelope Song
04:47
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Antelopes trynna' cope
With the world order
No escape can't elope
Losing our borders
Humankind took what's mine
And yet I'm older
I know your kids will find
Concrete is colder
Your force invites
A curse equaling in size
This is no
Longer home
This is no
Longer home
Scum and grime dirt and brine
Over your shoulder
Shallow eyes thinner lives
Sinking yet further
Plastic tombs streetlight looms
Just a bit closer
Don't assume you're immune
To this great smolder
Your corpse in time
Will rest alongside
Mine
This is no
Longer home
These old bones
Won't let go
This is no
Longer home
These old bones
Won't let go
Will I be driven out next
For the sake of R. Rex
Must I survive on less
For the sake of progress
Will I be driven out next
For the sake of R. Rex
Will I survive on less
For the sake of progress
Will I be driven out next
For the sake of R. Rex
Will I survive on less
For the sake of progress
Will I (this) be driven (is) out next (no)
For (longer) the sake of R. Rex (home)
Will I (these) survive on (old) less (bones)
For (won't) the sake (let) of progress (go)
Will I (this) be driven (is) out next (no)
For (longer) the sake of R. Rex (home)
Will I (these) survive on (old) less (bones)
For (won't) the sake (let) of progress (go)
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4. |
Harm-Joy
04:36
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It's real time
And streamlined
The gore of
A lifetime
But it's not like
A spotlight
It's more like
A lifeline
It's nothing but
Blood and guts
Eyes wide shut
But I still see
Nothing but
Blood and guts
Eyes wide shut
But I still see
I'm rotting
Contorting
Existing
Makes me sick
But it's not like
A spotlight
It's more like
A lifeline
It's nothing gained
Pleasant pain
Dissociate
Away the shame
I'll watch you die
Then rewind
Share the burden
Of the blame
I saw it all online
I saw it all online
I saw it all online
Snuff
Snuff
It's not enough
I'll make you snuff
I'll end you like X Y and Z
All it takes
Is two men
And one camera
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5. |
Killdozer II
02:22
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I'm hungry
For the city
Cut through red tape with a dull machete
Cease function
Adjourn committee
I'll blow your brains out like it's red confetti
You've never seen us be this organized
With a precision like surgical knives
Straight down the 14 to the the 405
You'll never make it out of L.A. alive
If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say
If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say
Fuck the downtown
Fuck the Getty
In your face like I'm a Bouncing Betty
Reign of error
Call it petty
Skipping town like your name's Garcetti
Me and the goonies are out for a drive
Bringing the boonies to your new skyrise
Straight down the 14 to the 405
You'll never make it out of Cali alive
If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say
If I was mayor for a day then you'd do what I say
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6. |
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Yeah
Aye
Uh
Palm to the face, stiff arm em'
Flawless to the garbage
Hock spit, just a reminder
Beg yo' pardon
Niggas park it
Meet the parkers
With the Midas
Ain't no
Point in acting tough
Celebrating being honest
What an honor
I remember when I started
Hatchback, yeah the Honda
Windows vibrate
Knocking out the sonics, uh
Mountains, they surround us
Puff a stogie, windows foggy
Scraping up the driveway
Shit, I gotta have it my way
Back to the matters of the mad hatter
No face, with a sweater in the summer
In this AV weather
With no slumber and this hunger
On a tilt axis
Have at it carry on, shit I'm jet-laggin'
Shoryuken to the spinning bird
Chun Li, chicken thighs, imma stab at it
I got a big appetite, make her asthmatic
Shit, Joey got flows like he backpacking
Snap rapping, no shackles
Instrumentals need a paramedic
Sidewinder where you find us
Desert storm at its finest
Dust the shelf, see horizons
Where the mind just as vibrant
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Let it rattle, let that
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Disturbia you heard of him
Make you do the Brady Bunch
Turn it down, I turn it up
Reaching for the shovel
Let it rumble while I ramble on
Never put my eggs in one basket
Basking in my ambience
Trynna' reach the masses
Poof, like it's magic
Raps on a rally track
Drifting over static
Man this ain't no pageant
Fueled by my passion
Elevator top floor
Smoking out the attic
Let it rattle, let that
Let it rattle, let that
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Let it rattle, let that pit shake
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7. |
Armadillo
03:11
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You're such a free fighter
You've got your suit of armor
And a mind that follows
What you're told
But you're loaded
There's not a chance in heaven
That you'll get your getting's
In the end
You've been so wrong
Just like the rest
You're such a smooth talker
You use your pretty words
To move the people towards
The aims you seek
But you're fraudin'
You've got a face like honey
But a soul so muddy
In the end
You've been so wrong
Just like the rest
A free fighter
A smooth talker
A free lover
So free
So free
A free fighter
A smooth talker
A free lover
What's free
What's free
Yeah
In the end
You've been so wrong
Just like the rest
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8. |
Where We Are
04:07
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We can't distract ourselves
What vice may you insist on today
It's the gray hue in the air
The howling that blows through your hair
You've gotta feel it for yourself
Before you know it for yourself
You've gotta feel it for yourself
So then you'll know it for yourself
Gone you're gone you're gone
Where do I belong
Searching in the songs
Gone you're gone
Please
Don't you leave me alone
When it
It all comes crashing down
So just hold me tightly please
And we'll just forget
Where we are
Just hold me tightly please
You've gotta feel it for yourself
Before you know it for yourself
You've gotta feel it for yourself
So then you'll know it for yourself
Gone
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone
Where
Do I belong
Belong
Gone
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone
Where
Do I belong
Belong
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9. |
Sonder
05:01
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Awake in the morning
You're already mourning
Your bed is a warehouse
It's time for unloading
But should you just leave it
But what if you need it
And everything's worse now
And you've yet to get out
Oh
Something's trying
To get out
Oh
Something's prying
Away
When tensions are rising
Civility's dying
And everyone wants you
To keep busy buying
It's hard to not get low
Or start to feel uptight
Maybe write a new song that
Might make you feel right
No
Something's trying
To get out
No
Yeah something's prying
Away
Awake in the morning
You're already mourning
Your bed is a warehouse
It's time for unloading
But should you just leave it
But what if you need it
And everything's worse now
And you've yet to get out
No
Something's trying
To get out
No
Yeah something's prying
Away
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Sound Curfew Palmdale, California
Sound Curfew is a Psych-Grunge band from the dirt part of Los Angeles County. Songs about identity, love, politics, probably other things too idk we do what we want. Featuring Darby Hargrove (they/them), Gus Beeler (he/him) and Dominic Parker.
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