1. |
Citywide
05:06
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Who spit at you with a droop and heaven help?
I stare right back and take up slack with a yell
I'm citywide. Did they reply after a while?
Babe, you're the windshield. I'm a pinwheel, spinning out
Ghost of a boaster, a roller coaster
Drink it down
In times like these, give me gift receipts, just don't look at me, how big around
I'm citywide, all in stride, an evening out
Broken down up in Violet Crown
Take my number down
Call me back.
Long-range sell
Cards changed out
Sold in Goldthwaite, can't find my way out
The motion of the ocean, one horizon, we'll get out
In times like these, I feel wicked things, borne on chicken wings in the house
Fie, it's citywide
The coming tide will wash me out
Lowjacked, I'd better back-track
I never had that
I need it now
Long-range sell
Cards changed out
Sold in Goldthwaite, can't find my way out
Order swing
Broken things
Sold in Goldthwaite
It's a whole new scene
The motion of the ocean, one horizon, we'll get out
In times like these I feel wicked things
Just don't look at me, how big around
I'm citywide
All in stride, an evening out
Broken down up in Violet crown
Take my number down
Call me back
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Hot Year
04:45
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I'm not the one you knew before
Drop me by the paint store
If I could find some work up north
A reason to be dressed warm
Questions in the air like smoke
Outside are no answers
Bury me inside this coat
Sublimate with camphor
You looked me over I know
It's not what I'd decide to have on
It's all that I could save from the fire
But we both know that something is wrong
I'm not the one you knew before
I could use directions
Everyone spends their days indoors
And I've got no connections
You looked me over I know
It's not what I'd decide to have on
It's all that I could save from the fire
But we both know that something is wrong
I'll have to wait a hot year
And suffer in this this inverness coat
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3. |
Florida
04:28
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They just might with a lottery win give me a chance again
A bottle out on the ocean
Give it the littlest spin
Would it circle the gulf with the wind?
I gotta get out, get out
Keep my head and go
To Florida
Gonna sort it out
Fatal lately yeah, what little I owe is a mountain to them
I've got a lot of the instinct, but he isn't cuddly if he gets poison to think
So I'm gone
To Florida
I know our piddly lives are infused with love but I can't see it
Gonna settle up all my disputes and rise above
In Florida
Gonna sort it out
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The Sanco Loop Austin, Texas
The Sanco Loop is the latest musical incarnation of Austinite, Peter Wagner.
The record is
made up of fuzzed-out acoustic guitar, atmospheric pedal steel, Rhodes, synthesizers, looped drum beats, and Wagner’s surprisingly wide-ranging voice. If James Blake and Peter Gabriel tried to make a red dirt country record, this might be what they’d come up with.
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