Seems that every time I talk to you
You have something else to do
If I were to open up with you
Would you call me the same as I call you
Frightful days that we are living in
But it seems that hope gets in your way
We'll take our time and show the life I count out
I'm just trying to get a message through you
Between my lips are words that surface through you
His lies, his lies come just too late
Colored white and gold and yellow and red
In the timing of the soul that's right
Look at how talk about death is spread
And if I had a lovely home with a bunch of girls
And if I had a lovely home with a bunch of girls
Believe me if I do what I did
I will have euphoria
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey now
I will come into your dream tonight
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey now
Let us start a nice old new organization
To try and be hands heaven from this civilization
Only trust in our destination
You need me and only then I'd let you hide behind me
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
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APPEARS ON:
Record Club: Oar
DATE RECORDED:
June 2009
LENGTH:
7:34
WRITTEN BY:
Skip Spence
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Danny Kalb
STUDIO:
Sunset Sound Studios
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Electric Guitar
Brian Lebarton
Bass, Synthesizer
James Gadson
Drums, Percussion
Jamie Lidell
Noise
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