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Intro
00:30
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(instrumental)
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2. |
Serious Flannels
02:09
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"sing it like smokey robinson would."
Tell me honey, where you off to
and could I come along.
I've been dreaming,
senseless meaning,
and what they mean to you.
Tell your brother,
tell your momma,
what's been going on in your head.
I know it aint easy,
believe that.
Serious flannels are coming back.
Early morning,
sun is rising,
and I'm feeling fine.
Where did you run to,
I don't care,
my favorite patterns are all I need.
Tell your brother,
tell your momma,
what's been going on in your head.
I know it aint easy,
believe that.
Serious flannels are coming back.
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3. |
Work Out
02:29
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Darling, Momma, come out and play.
I know its not gonna be easy when you are away.
Take it, take it all from me.
I know its hard, but you got to keep your head on straight.
What are you doing waiting here, waiting for it all to work out in the end?
We are a functioning cell, function around and around.
The science book where I get my "pick-up lines."
Now, I'm alone, alone again.
And its not gonna change.
What are you doing waiting here, waiting for it all to work out in the end?
The end...
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4. |
Indie Breakfast
02:12
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Why do indie girls love pizza so much?
The galaxy and cats too (I don't know).
I'm just happy to be here,
I'm just happy to be here,
Why oh why....
Hey dear, how does breakfast sound?
I know its not the best way to win your heart.
I'm just lucky to be here,
I'm just lucky to be here,
Why oh why....
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5. |
Beats
02:46
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Oh, whaler take me down to the water,
throw me in.
Oh, tailor make me fancy (oh no),
don't be modest.
Because that's just the way my heart beats...
Yes, savior make me feel wanted,
when you are gone.
Because that's just the way my heart beats...
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6. |
Jet Black Popes
02:24
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She's been hanging with the Jet Black Popes,
not your fancy kids or day-time soaps,
its got me feeling like there is no hope,
(cuz ah) she's been hanging with the Jet Black Popes.
They're dressed up,
California Republic is on their side.
They're messed up,
its got me feeling like there's no place to hide.
And now you're gone.
And now I'm gone.
What do you feel?
I feel nothing,
nothing at all.
She's been hanging with the Jet Black Popes,
not your fancy kids or day-time soaps,
its got me feeling like there is no hope,
(cuz ah) she's been hanging with the Jet Black Popes.
She's been hanging...
(waaah)
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7. |
Interlude
00:09
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God bless America
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8. |
Paper
02:25
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Come on dear let's go for a swim,
and in the morning eat toast with him.
I promised not to tell a lie,
for the sake of us.
I know,
I can't be trusted.
Now that I'm older my thoughts are much bolder,
and I know it's never gonna be this easy again.
My love,
I know it sounds good on paper.
Take my hand honey,
and we'll go where you please.
I really don't think they're gonna find us.
Sappy love songs,
bring you back,
all along I've waited for you,
to say those one words again.
My love,
I know it sounds good on paper.
Take my hand honey,
and we'll go where you please.
I really don't think they're gonna find us.
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I was made to love her, been working at it
Half of my life, I’ve been an addict
And she’s been good to me
Far as I can tell she’s happy, livin’ with her Macky
So please don’t take my love away
Let my baby stay, let my baby stay
Please don’t take my love away
Let my baby stay, let my baby stay
And where would I be, feeling lonely
Separated from my one and only
And what’s there left to say
Far as I can tell that day could be on its way
So please don’t take my love away
Let my baby stay, let my baby stay
Please don’t take my love away
Let my baby stay, let my baby stay
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Hala Detroit, Michigan
Hala is the borderless alt-indie project of Detroit-based songwriter/producer Ian Ruhala.
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