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Slow Down Time
03:24
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Slow Down Time
Lying on the floor.
I don't feel the Earth move here we go again.
Day turns into night.
Suddenly we're moving at the speed of light.
The world's so big.
Here we are looking in each other's eyes.
We get too close.
You look away. I don't know what to say.
Spinning in my bed.
Still coming down. The twisted words you said.
Echoes from the past blurred memories, the contrast
The world's so big.
Here we are looking in each other's eyes.
We get too close.
We get too close.
Close the blinds.
Slow down time.
Turn on the TV.
And watch it line by line.
Lying on the floor.
I don't feel the Earth move here we go again.
Day turns into night.
Suddenly we're moving at the speed of light.
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Can Man
03:05
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Can Man
See the man with the mismatch shoes
He ain't got nothing to lose.
Worn thin you can see his toe
Bring together two lost soles.
Like a boat needs wind to sail
A train stays on its rails
He keeps on moving on
Here today, tomorrow gone.
Throw it all away
Put it in a plastic bag
Give it all away
Just leave it at the curb
Can man comes ones a week
You can hear him down the street
Fill up his cart it takes a patient man
Its hard to understand.
Close your eyes, close your mind
If it don't fit, leave it behind
The more you have the more you waste
No time but you procrastinate.
Throw it all away
Put it in a plastic bag
Give it all away
Just leave it at the curb
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3. |
In the Middle
03:01
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4. |
Just Long Enough
02:56
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Just Long Enough
I've got some crust in the corner of my eye
Tried to rub it out but it went in more.
The Sandman never sleeps.
He's the herder of the sheep count on that for sure.
You can wake me up when it's over.
You can wake me up. I don't care.
Staring at the sun.
You never know if it could be the last one.
Never trust the moon.
Sometimes it winks, sometimes it doesn't come.
You can wake me up when it's over.
You can wake me up. I don't care.
They wanna take me away – I'm not ready.
If they take you away – don't be scared.
Spinning round the ceiling fan
Living in our universe of dust.
Blowing down the particles that make you close your eyes so you can dream just long enough to build that crust
just long enough to build that crust
just long enough to build that crust
just long enough to build that crust...
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The Gattsville Creeper Jersey City, New Jersey
I am the Gattsville Creeper.
I have travelled across the country, lived in big cities and small towns. I see
beauty in the detail.
The Gattsville Creeper is an Indie songwriter.
Drums, bass and voice make up the core of each track. Guitar and elements of acoustic guitar, synth and pure noise shape the tone of each song.
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