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Just You Wait
04:38
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Don't back down babe, the worst will soon be over
I can feel you from glance.
I can hear the gears in your tempered skull turning
but you've yet to make your plans
You've been through all of this before; it's trials that make us strong.
Why does consolation always seem to come so dear
when you've done nothing wrong?
Just you wait and tell me everything, just you see, in time it will be alright.
Cripple all creation while the rod is still in your hand
take it for all it's worth.
Even when you're down I swear you glisten like the ocean
and you can hold a grudge twice as deep.
But grudges don't soothe and regrets don't keep
they'll only put lines on your face.
So when consolation isn't all that seems, shake it off, fake a smile
and carry on
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2. |
Colorful Things
02:59
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Empty bars and question marks
Certain curls of smoke
Kindergarteners and drunken drivers
All on their way home
Who said it best that we played the fool?
Who will they arrest for breaking all of the rules?
No matter where you stand, it's hard to see the plan
with a weapon in your hand
Cellphone bars and credit cards
a teenager's first toke
Limo drivers and horseback riders
Galloping down the coast
Who let it slip that we're all chasing dregs?
Who does it fit, the shoe that channels your rage?
No matter where you stand no matter whose the land
A coastline won't be found
And even proven wrong, the day will sure be long
When you stand upon that ground
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3. |
Wearing Thin
04:57
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Better take it slow, be steady while you go,
'cause you will never know
if it's you or everybody else
Try to keep it in, try to keep it bottled up,
what you wear upon your sleeve is ammunition for your enemies.
Chorus:
Time and time again it's been
all that I can do to keep my head,
but by and by this old world will spin
round until the the sun burns out
just like it always has.
I wake up in the dark to start another trip around.
The headlines on my phone leave a taste
familiar and bitter.
Lost among the rubble in the corner of my egg
is a remnant of a letter,
a reminder of another age.
Chorus
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4. |
Huge
03:58
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5. |
The Captain Was Here
02:36
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This bottle of confidence has yet to disappoint
and tonight is no exception, judging by the warm reception
of the stories I've been telling all night
So pour me one more and one more after that.
My head has somehow found its way to your lap.
From this vantage I see myself in your silhouette
Contact is made between captain's eyes and mine.
I see myself in your silhouette
One more sip let's me forget
The captain smirks at me.
I'm fraught with jealousy
at the cask under his knee
I know you'll be waiting there for me
when I finally drift off to sleep
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Junta Mossy Kansas City, Missouri
Smooth rhythm grooves with acoustic and clean electric guitar. Male and female vocals alternate and harmonize.
Our only goal is to make pretty sounds and enjoy every minute doing it.
We hope you enjoy it too.
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