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You People
02:43
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Ladies and gentlemen, step right up. Buy a ticket. Enjoy the ride. I don’t think that you’ll get what you expected. I don’t think that you’ll leave here satisfied. If you think that somehow you’re protected; any complaint you have will be denied. And all of you patrons take your turn. Your money is good here. It’s time that you learned. I don’t think that you’ll get what you expected. I don’t think that you’ll leave here satisfied. If you think that somehow you’re neglected, any complaints you have will be denied.
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Gruesome Selfies
02:20
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Gruesome selfies
Tell me what is your plan?
Gotta hobby that I don’t understand.
Taking photos of yourself as you go.
Where you’ll end up I guess nobody knows.
Take your time and get the best light.
Lest you forget what you look like.
Gruesome selfies tell me what is the word?
Gotta feeling isn’t life so absurd?
In the background now you’re one in the herd,
but you’re thinking that you’re free as a bird.
Take your time and get the best light.
Lest you forget what you look like.
Take your time and get the best light.
Lest you forget what you look like.
Take your time and get it right.
So busy clicking you missed the whole night.
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The Old Victrola
01:28
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Clock and calendar have their way.
You don’t want these things to
Yet you’re dropping everything
Where the old Victrola stood
Where you think that it still should.
You can’t hold on the passing time.
It was never yours or mine.
Though it’s causing you dismay,
none of this was meant to stay.
We are leaves blown by the breeze,
subject to the smallest sneeze,
where the old Victrola stood;
where you think that it still should.
You can’t hold on the passing time.
It was never yours or mine.
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We are the People Who Didn’t Fit In (4x)
Too black, too white, too fat, too skinny,
too smart, too dumb, too young, too dirty,
too shy, too bold, too short, too nerdy, too fast,
too slow, too poor, too flirty.
We are the People Who Didn’t Fit In (4x)
too shy, too bold, too short, too nerdy,
too fast, too slow, too poor, too flirty,
too dull, too loud, too butch too girly,
too jock, too weak, too small, too burly.
We are the People Who Didn’t Fit In (4x).
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I’ll be your eyes when you can’t see.
I’ll be lungs when you can’t breathe,
I’ll be your brain when you can’t think
I’ll be your lifeboat when your boat sinks.
I’ll be your hand grenade
I’ll be your gown at the fanciest ball,
I’ll be your order when they give last call,
I’ll be your breakfast at the start of your day,
I’ll be your couch when there’s nowhere to stay.
I’ll be your hand grenade
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Pardon me, is there some way I can help you? Is there some way I can tell you, you shouldn’t hang around my place? Pardon me. Is there something I am missing? Is it something worth dismissing? You’re starting to drive me up my tree. When you’re coming back bring back my medicine, please. Tell me does it help your situation when you scope out the locations. Does it fill some kind of need? And tell me, when you’re counting up your money do you think it’s kind of funny, or do you find it hard to sleep? When you’re coming back bring back my medicine, please
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Run Rabbit Run
02:20
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Run little rabbit run
you son of a gun you.
Run ‘till you’ve won.
Run little rabbit run
you son of a gun you.
Run ‘till you’re done.
I don’t know what the fuss is about.
I don’t know what they’re shouting about.
Run. Run away from the crowd,
if it’s getting too loud
for your ears to allow.
Run. Run away from the noise
all the girls and the boys,
if they start to annoy.
I don’t know what the fuss is about.
I don’t know what they’re shouting about.
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Barely a blip on your radar screen,
destined to be the next small thing.
Still it’s a sound that comes in between
the moments of noise; a quiet bell rings.
It’s everything that you see.
t’s everything that you read.
It’s everything you believe;
destined to be the next small thing.
Sweet mother Moses it’s time to come down;
down from the tower and back on the ground.
Failed expectations don’t mean a thing.
You’re next up to bat so give it a swing.
It’s everything that you read.
It’s everything that you see.
It’s everything you believe;
destined to be the next small thing.
It’s everything that you see.
It’s everything that you read.
It’s everything you believe;
destined to be the next small thing.
And if your stars do not align,
and it seems a waste of time,
hold on I’ll throw you a line;
destined to be the next small thing.
It’s everything that you see.
It’s everything that you read.
It’s everything you believe;
destined to be the next small thing.
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All Seriousness Aside
01:58
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All Seriousness Aside
some flowers never bloom.
They just shrivel up and die,
while they're waiting in their rooms.
And they will wait to hear I’m sorry,
and they will wait to hear you were right.
And they will wait to hear I love you
and I hope that you’re alright.
All seriousness aside,
the rats have come on deck.
It’s no time to run and hide.
It’s not time to panic yet,
because we will wait to say we’re sorry.
And we will wait to say you were right.
And we will wait to say we love you
and we hope that you’re alright.
All seriousness aside
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Slow Children at Play
02:28
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– Little Miss understood everything that you said. Now she’s got a million thoughts, running around in her head. One is up, one is down, one is black, one is brown, one is high, one is low, one is fast, and one is slow. One is up, one is down, one is laugh, one is frown, one is high, one is low and one has nowhere to go. Now they’ve gone and gave her a pill, just like the doctor prescribed. Now she’s sitting perfectly still – barely even know she’s alive. One is up, one is down, one is black, one is brown, one is high, one is low, one is fast, and one is slow. One is up, one is down, one is laugh, one is frown, one is high, one is low and one has nowhere to go.
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Through the Day
02:28
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Sometimes I can’t think when you’re around because I’m in love with constant sound. These things pick me up when I am down. Help me get my ass up off the ground. I can’t seem to get it right, every time you go away. I think clearer late at night and sleep walk through the day time I don’t want to stay in bed. I just need a chance to clear my head. Everything is written on my hand. No one I know seems to understand. I can’t seem to get it right, every time you go away. I think clearer late at night and sleep walk through the day.
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Well to Do and La Dee Da
01:20
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Well to do and la dee da, I think your formula has a flaw. What you are and what you’re not. What you want and what you’ve got. What are you thinking? What you hope for will make you happy for a short while. And then the next day it’s something different. You’re never happy so try again. Keep on shopping and never stop. Keep on working for what you’ve got. Soon discarded and tossed aside. Repeat until the day you die. What are you thinking? What you hope for will make you happy for a short while. And then the next day it’s something different. You’re never happy so try again. Well to do and la dee da, I think your formula has a flaw. What you want and what you’ve got. What you are and what you’re not.
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Mechanical Wilderness
02:58
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There’s no need to care
They’ve got an app for that now,
and I have to relearn to speak
to the person next to me.
Oh it gets harder all the time.
And instead of advancing
I’m getting more lost in this mess;
a mechanical wilderness.
Maybe we can go back again
to the ways we left behind.
Maybe we can go back again
to a much more simple time.
I wouldn’t mind.
That would be fine.
That would be just okay by me.
Wandering through the day
with a head so heavy you can hardly stand
and a brand new way to speak,
and a heart of anxiety.
Oh it gets harder all the time.
And it’s getting hard to see
the human side of me.
Oh it gets harder all the time.
Maybe we can go back again
to ways we left behind.
Maybe we can go back again
to a much more simple time.
I wouldn’t mind.
That would be fine.
That would be just okay by me.
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Not Really Ottawa, Ontario
Not Really is a garage punk band from Ottawa Ontario.
Dan Tennant - Guitar and
Vocals
Rick Dixon - Bass
Rob Porter - Drums and Backing Vocals
Sleeping Goats is a side project and the name of the label we put our stuff out on.
Enjoy!
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