1. |
Trail Of Liquids
02:36
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Take a drink of caffeine.
Wash your face ‘til it’s clean.
Ride your bike in the rain.
Watch it go down the drain.
Going, flowing, knowing where you’re rowing.
Floating on your back.
Liquid Dao attack!
Swim a lap in the pool.
Wipe your face, there’s drool.
Let it slip off your lip.
Savor every last drip.
The river always knows.
The water always flows.
It never ever stops.
It rises to the top.
Snail trails in morning.
Birds in puddle washing.
Relenting, attacking.
Expanding, contracting.
Going, flowing, knowing where you’re rowing.
Floating on your back.
Liquid Dao attack!
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2. |
Gameshow
01:59
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I got a feeling I’m in Reno
Was on the 80 through the mud
I gotta stop and play some Keno
The gambling bug is in my blood
Pull that handle, coins come pouring down
Opportunities window, my mind is a tingle in tinseltown
Just as rich as I wanna be, and I wanna be
Keep an eye looking out the window
Gotta fill it up, fill it up, fill it up now
The bells and lights are gonna ring and flash
Gonna build it up, build it up, build it up wow
I got a friend from Alameda
We walked the beach one day for fun
He spied the topless Señorita
My eyes did not reveal a one
The vice squad tried to wear me down
I committed no crime and I left that town
Had my way, I’m nobodies clown
Keep an eye looking out the window
Gotta fill it up, fill it up, fill it up now
The bells and lights are gonna ring and flash
Gonna build it up, build it up, build it up wow
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3. |
Slo Leq
02:05
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Riding around, week after week
Head looking down, I’ve got a slow leak.
Riding through town, head in the clouds
One more idea I cannot speak.
Waiting for train, wind hair insane
The air is alive, the pressure is deep.
Fighting you, fighting you, until I’m blue.
Fighting you, what will I do!
You are my friend.
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4. |
Fire Song
01:31
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Good morning, everyone.
We’re here under shining sun.
This is a ritual.
We’re going to have some fun.
We’re gonna’ run around. We’re gonna’ make some sound.
It’s in your eyes.
Emanating, from inside.
Feed, breathe, fire.
Goodbye Earl and Tom
You were here, but now you’re gone.
You meant so much to me.
Your spark instigated song.
We’re gonna’ run around. We’re gonna’ make some sound.
It’s in your eyes.
Emanating from inside
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5. |
HanderPants
02:38
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This class I’m taking, this paper’s due
Can’t seem to write it, I don’t know what to do
I got a notebook, my ink ain’t dry
But this black bloc just makes me stop and wonder why
A horse, her maiden, a desert, some pain
A servant, a teacher, some whips and yes some chains
A choker, a journey, the dancers start to scream
Eyes open, wake up into a scary scary dream
I’m in the classroom, on the due date
It seems I have forgot to wear my pants again
I am just hoping when I am called
I am just praying that my underwear is clean
Back in the classroom, on the due date
It seems the dream I had keeps coming back again
I am just hoping, or not at all
This dream will stay with me, you know just what I mean
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6. |
Bottomless
03:51
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Baby Baby, why don’t you come round here no more
Now Sugar Sugar, been so long since you at my door
Guess I will cry myself to sleep
Never should fall for you so deep, into the hole now
To see the trees and the flowers in bloom
What do I do? With all my tears pouring out for you
At least the flowers love me
We’ll see tomorrow, if I can get up off the floor
My friends and neighbors, they never really can be sure
You see how my hole has got so deep
Bottomless pit is the life for me
Can you help me dig now?
To see the trees and the flowers in bloom
What do I do? With all my tears pouring out for you
The flowers and the trees and the birdies and the bees knees
Guitar solo
Now maybe maybe, Sugar will come back here for more
Or maybe some brand new Sugar, is gonna come walking through that door
You think I’m a naive optimist - But if I’m wrong
I’m taking you down with me
You will never forget about me
To see the trees and the flowers in bloom
What do I do? With all my tears pouring out for you
I feed the flowers and the trees and the birdies and the bees
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7. |
OK Spaceman
04:04
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Ok Spaceman is about instructions for living free
I know this only because I saw it once on TV
The guy that wrote it was last seen in ’73
You take a ride, you lose a feather, no mastermind
Everybody get together and never mind
The Stars, the Moon and Stars
It’s all up to me
I have seen a world beyond
imaginativity
I know this spaceman, he likes to go heavy on one and three
He flies right through the air, landing in some old tree
I got a tape of spaceman grooves, oh my
I think I heard you right
I heard sixty some reasons you cannot be mine
Move the next Toothless whore to the front of the line
All the Bars, the crazy flying cars
A Forty Five Ford Galaxy
Imagine that, I do the mashed potato
Without ever once living free
Sometimes Spaceman shows up late and smells like pee
Other times the spaceman moves like Bumble Bee
Got this spaceman landing strip alright, I’m landing there tonight
We got taken for a ride from the left to the right
Now the spaceman blues are playing every night
Oh the Stars, the Moon and Stars
It’s all up to me
I have seen a world beyond
imaginativity
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8. |
Sic N Tyred
03:20
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I'm so sick, sick and tired I go to work every single day
And when I get home there are bills to pay
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I only have myself to blame
When I get home I can't feel the shame
I go to work every single day
And when I get home there are bills to pay
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
My eyes are red and my throat is dry
I do not have an alibi
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I only have myself to blame
But I'm too tired to feel the shame
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Maybe I should go home and change my name
I'm so lame
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
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9. |
Earthworms
05:29
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Ground, on the ground, reaching down
into fertile soil.
Dig deep
Plant a seed
Gather up
Breathe in
Softly stepping
A dirt trail
As we go
We’re all from here
It’s rich, it’s alive, deep roots, are communicating,
yin, mother of life, this dirt is alright!
It’s a worm’s life.
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AJAR Vallejo, California
Ajar is a band from Vallejo, California. Their original sound is sonic, melodic, sometimes rowdy and occasionally askew.
Robert Vienneau: Guitar and vocals.
John Dudas: Drums and Vocals.
Julio Marquez: Bass guitar.
Patrick Craven: Drums and Vocals.
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