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Bee'Beams
04:00
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Instrumental Composition
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Bungalow
04:24
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"Bungalow" (Mark Andrews)
Open the window, listen for the traffic on the highway
Open the window and close your eyes
And we'll pretend it's the waves crashing into land
And we'll pretend we're in our hideaway bungalow
Open the bedroom door, listen for the breathing of the children
Open the bedroom door and close your eyes
And we'll pretend that we're far away from the chaos of everyday
And we'll pretend we have nothing important to do
And the dream will come true my love
And the dream will come true
Look out in the hallway, see the shadows dancing on the walls
Look out the window, floodlights on the neighbors’ house
And we'll pretend that nothing can scare us anymore
And we'll pretend that the ghosts in the closet are friendly and want to play
And the dream will come true my love
And the dream will come true
And the dream will come true my love
And the dream will come true
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3. |
Kulfi
04:44
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Instrumental composition
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4. |
Jamison Square
06:32
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Instrumental composition
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5. |
Into the Sun
04:37
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"Into the Sun" (by Mark Andrews)
All the money I got, give it away
To the people on the corner who are living just to fade away
The money I got, drop it and run
If you'd follow me into the sun
All the trouble I got, falls off my bones
Listen as it hits with a thunk at the side of the road
The trouble I got, it drops like a ton
If you'd follow me into the sun
Into the sun
We won't look back to see all the people stare
We won't look back at all their jealous glares
We won't look back again, 'cause we're together in the end
Just you and me on the run
Into the sun
All the women I got, leave them alone
Ignore them as they try to call me up on the telephone
The women I got, tell 'em I'm done "I'm done"
If you'd follow me into the sun
Into the sun
We won't look back to see all the people stare
We won't look back at all their jealous glares
We won't look back again, 'cause we're together in the end
Just you and me on the run
Into the sun
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6. |
It Goes On
03:37
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"It Goes On" (Mark Andrews)
Smile at me, I want to see the look of love in your eyes
Laugh with me, I want to hear the sound of love in your voice
It goes on and on and on and on
Let the world see the beauty that is us
And I'll crawl out of my hole
If you come out of your head
And we'll walk out of the shadows together
Smile at me, I want to see the look of love in your eyes
Laugh with me, I want to hear the sound of love in your voice
It goes on and on and on and on
Let the world see the beauty that is us
And I'll crawl out of my hole
If you come out of your own head
And we'll walk out of the shadows
Emerge hand in hand from the everyday quicksand
Rise above it all
It goes on and on and on and on...
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7. |
Wind
03:33
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Instrumental composition
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8. |
Party Time!
04:14
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"Party Time!" (Mark Andrews)
Hey, it's party time
Light up the strobe and dance the night away
It's party time
Take one more down before we slip away
It's almost over now
Throw your oil down the drain, and plastic bags away
It's almost over now
Put the shovel down, dust your hands off
We've dug the grave
CHORUS:
'Cause the lights are blarin' and the whistle's blowin' and the breaks are squealin'
Oh, but it won't stop!
The breaks are squealin' and the lights are blarin' and the whistle's blowin'
Oh, but it won't stop!
And the conductor says "why don't you just get out of the way?"
But it's to late, so I say
Hey, it's party time
Put up your hands and just give out a shout
It's party time
Do all the things you've always dreamt about
It's almost over now
Got our heads in the noose, now pull the leaver
It's almost over now
Got our necks under the blade and it's bearin' down
(CHORUS)
You don't believe it
You don't believe it
It doesn't matter anyway, what you believe
It doesn't matter anyway
(CHORUS)
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9. |
Open Season
04:23
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"Open Season" (Mark Andrews)
Hear it everywhere I go, TV blog and radio
Impending doom on the horizon
Don't you care about your children
Holding up the signs, getting out of line
Ignoring all reason
Going out of our minds, threaten across the party lines
Impending doom upon your children
Only hell on the horizon
Enough with the rhetoric, talking heads on cable news networks
Better lock your doors, be wary of your neighbors
And after all we gotta let go
The season of hate
Sound out the siren, secession talk is kicking in
Don't you vote for that one
He'll rip up The Constitution
Take your guns away, tell them it's okay to be gay
Better load your weapons, and aim them at your neighbors
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10. |
White Hot Light
04:34
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"White Hot Light" (Mark Andrews)
She's got it, she's got everything to make you crawl
She wants it, she wants everything, she wants it now
She loves me, she loves me 'cause I am her daddy
I love her, I love that she is my little girl
Like a controlled fire, a spinning tornado
She'll breeze right into your heart
With eyes that pierce right through your soul
And a bleeding heart
Her laugh shakes the earth and wakes the sun
And her cries and screams are made sure
they've been heard by everyone
With a hop and a skip she's out the door again
Out the car window she waves hello
and smiles to all her friends
Like a controlled fire, a spinning tornado
She'll breeze right into your heart
With eyes that pierce right through your soul
And a bleeding heart
Like a condensed ball of fire, reigning in it's power
Peeling off its shell, to reveal the calmness inside her
She's got it, she's got everything to make you crawl
She wants it, she wants everything she wants it now
She loves me, she loves me 'cause I am her daddy
I love her, I love that she is my little girl
Like the sunshine, like a white hot light
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11. |
The Moon & The Stars
06:58
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"The Moon & The Stars" (Christopher Shotola-Hardt)
Moon out tonight
Stars shining bright
Come walk with me
This night in my dreams we danced
Swayed to accordion
The fiddle played Zydeco
The mandolin’s tremolo
Please won’t you dance with me
The moon and the stars will sing
Music is in the breeze
Please, won’t you dance with me?
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Bug Toast Portland, Oregon
Bug Toast defies categorization, playing genre-bending, world-influenced, progressive folk on bouzouki, accordion, guitar, bass, violin, percussion, and sound samples, with textured instrumentation, vocal harmonies, and interesting time signatures. Blended from two musical families, Bug Toast creates richly textured, interwoven pieces with careful attention to counterpoint, voicing, and rhythms. ... more
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