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Title track
00:59
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Yeah you know that love is the law
when we're all hanging out on spider island.
Yeah and you know that everybody gets along
when we're all hanging out on spider island.
Yeah we gotta get back we gotta get back
and there's no coming back when you go to spider island.
Leave all your sorrows in the past
cause we laugh and we sing and we like to dance
on the sands of spider island.
island, spider island, spider island island island island
spider island
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Casualty
04:47
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A year ago mayflies were piling on the floor
a girl I'd known who seldom spoke before,
well she borrowed my life for the day.
And so it goes, those days they turned into some nights,
I'd never known something to feel so right and pure,
as lovers often say.
I offered her to take it all
and she just laughed,
my heart and hers turned into white and black
and I lost my mind in shades of gray.
Oh the casualties, of a casual romance,
sweet melodies, sing them all again
to live the past.
A year went by and oftentimes the days moved slow,
it took some rain before I learned to grow
in the blistering sunlight.
And oh, how I tried, and found my way through open doors,
and in my desperation shut them closed,
and I had stolen many nights.
But that pain inside, I'd cover up and I would say,
"I'll never love you, let's just go our ways,
I never meant to make you cry."
A year from now, I wonder where my head will lay,
Last month I met a girl I asked to stay,
it wasn't love, but it could come.
"Now just be patient son, true love it comes to those who wait,"
I don't know what it meant,
but still I'd say it to my tired reflection.
But before the sun, she left and I woke up alone,
confused was I until I found her note,
that started with only, "So long,
I know how you are, you'll never love me this I know,
you never say it, but your eyes do so.
And I won't let you drag me down."
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Say and didn't send
02:05
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Just go send it, go on and send it, yeah you just go send it and go on back to bed.
And don't regret it, don't you regret it, don't you regret what you say and didn't send.
Then write you a love song, a little love song, a little love song you'll be singing in the back of your shower,
and be lost for hours.
Cause if you don't tell her, if you don't tell her, if if you don't tell her
you might as well be dead.
Well it's 4 in the morning and you wanna be mad at someone and that's pretty unspecific but it shouldn't be her,
she doesn't know no better
if you don't send it, just go on and send it, yeah you just go send it and go on back to bed.
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Piss into a cup
02:59
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I would stick these needles in my eyes
I would take a piss into a cup
I would drink my piss and all the blood,
never see, never feel.
Say, say anything, you can take, take anything.
I would stick these needles in my ears
I would take a piss into a cup
I would drink my piss and all the blood,
Never hear, never feel.
Take, take anything, you can break, break anything.
I would stick these needles in my hands,
I would take a piss into a cup,
I would drink my piss and all the blood,
never feel, never feel, never feel, never feel.
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Baseball
02:36
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Well I found a baseball
that I throw at a mattress in my garage.
I scream and I throw out my rotator cuff
til the day you come home.
Til the day you come home.
There's anthills all over my front yard,
there's no telling how deep the tunnels go,
well I'll pour on hot water and I stir up the dirt
and I watch them pile the bodies,
said I might be crazy you know.
There's one good thing about being an artist
You can see good things when there's none,
and there's one bad thing about being an artist
when you see good things and there's none.
I said,
are you ever coming home?
I make little things out of papers,
and I cover things up with them too.
Well I'm feeling alright with feeling alone,
and I like little shit that I do.
But it'd just be that much more fun with you.
Yeah but I might be crazy too,
yeah I might be crazy.
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Fiddle Stew
02:17
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Who wants to eat some fiddle stew?
Fiddle stew is good for you.
A little fiddle bone and a little fiddle fat.
A little bit of this and a little bit of that.
A little fiddle carrots and taters too.
Who wants to eat some fiddle stew?
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Fork-ed Tongue
03:17
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Flimsy
01:56
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The time is over for we two
there's never space for me and you
you're not the one who got away
and I'm not the one I'm just another one, yeah.
All our wounds have flimsy stitches
and what have we learned in the end?
You ain't brought here by my wishes
and I'm an asshole like all men.
And you're the same as all those bitches
you're the same as all those bitches
I'm an asshole like all men
and you're the same as all those bitches.
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