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Raw Nights
03:15
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I’ve got a little secret
That I’m not spilling
I’m hot on a scent
I can’t stop smelling
‘Cause it’s stuck in route.
No, it won’t wash out.
Here’s a beat to bop to.
There’s a hand to hold.
Identify a dance floor.
Don't have to go home.
So don’t go home.
Chorus:
I wake up for raw nights
I drink up the daylight
Stay in my line of sight
I’ll be out back when you want to run.
Excuse me: do you have a minute to talk about rock & roll?
They say the city
Has lost its soul
Forget the gritty
Hello to the money rolls
Now I’m on the microphone
And you’re listening,
So it goes to show.
If there’s a space for crazy
Then we can all let loose.
If there’s a space for lazy
Then we can all let juiced.
So let’s get juiced.
[Chorus]
It’s a five-alarm. It’s a five-alarm.
Let's go to filthy pieces and start shaking your arms.
It’s a five-alarm. It’s a five-alarm.
Riot on the dance floor and start shaking your arms.
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2. |
Contagious
03:13
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Bright young babies
Begging for an early show
Torch the beehive in the pocket
Just to smell the waxy glow.
I’ll make songs sweat at 8 hundred 50 hertz
The faker my calculations, the more real my just desserts
Chorus:
I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
I can’t do this all alone
I think you’re amazing
Hope it’s contagious
I’m not this good on my own.
Strong-willed savior
Swallow down your musty ghosts
Slosh it into what we make together.
Let it dry your throat.
Catch the cool breeze coming from my vortex gun.
When the danger’s done, Do you think we’ll still have fun?
[Chorus]
I’m not this good on my own.
I can’t do this all alone
I didn’t work this hard
I didn’t push you this far
To turn back now.
[Chorus]
I’m not this good on my own.
I can’t do this all alone
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3. |
Hiya Kaw Kaw
03:20
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I grew up birdlike
With a skin so thin
To a family squawking
Serious wisdom
When you got something
You just can't keep tinned
Momma says
Better out than in.
Better out than in.
Chorus:
Hiya kaw kaw, kaw kaw, kaw kaw
Hiya kaw kaw, kaw kaw, kaw kaw
Swallow your sharpness
One too many times
It'll come to peck you
From the gut inside
Venom is vicious
But that debris in your heart
Is like a vulture schooled in martial arts
[Chorus]
Dollhouse dawn, getting hammered on, dream no no no no no.
Fork in your chin with da folks laughing, cry no no no no no.
Cut through a snake with butter knife steak, that’s a no no no no no.
Dinosaur show with your chocolate beaux, no one said no no no no no.
[Chorus]
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4. |
Ton of Bricks
04:19
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You. You came in.
You sat slouched. And said what you needed to.
And I knew. This one’s slick. This one’s strange.
But he is just my style.
Because.
You know that I am weird.
You know that I am wild.
I’m never no one's perfect child.
But.
I think I smell a match,
About ready to spark,
Or maybe that’s fire.
Good luck's really not the phrase. More like finding car keys in the haze.
Oh. Am I essential?
You’re one potential.
‘Cause I can’t live without you.
Point. To what you want.
Your favorite flaunt.
And then follow that finger.
To your desired destination.
No shipwrecking vacation.
And then gimme a call.
Because I know
All about the fate.
All about the bait.
And the patience that it takes.
The-big hang-around & wait
That often takes the place
Of an action-studded state.
Boredom’s really not the word. More like avoiding the absurd.
Oh. Am I essential?
You’re one potential.
I can’t live without you.
Chorus:
As the months pass
As I fear less
I have to ask
Am I essential?
As the months pass
As I fear less
I have to ask
Am I essential?
Are you doubtful on which way this should go.
And if so, was that display just all for show?
Because you know: I see through all your ritz & the glam.
I see the sweetness I need
Not some industry man.
[Chorus]
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5. |
Cliché
03:24
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We were young and stable
But not your average cosmonauts.
You expected all our gifts, but I would never gift a plot.
If I'd been calmer, would you keep me as your claim?
Chorus:
How could I know, How could I know, How could I know,
This would play out the cliché way
Oh! How could I know!
This would go!
And play out the cliché way
Dreams the size of comets
Spiraled all around our ship
In the silence, sore from smiling
We forced a steady clip.
I'm not a martyr. I can speak up when I am told.
[Chorus]
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6. |
Lone Wolves
02:31
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Lone Wolves
Sixth sense, Black lungs
Eighteen with a silver tongue
Magnetic, Red eyes.
With desires to disguise.
Chorus:
Scars fade, but rebels won’t.
Dead weights with empty souls.
They leave us in the cold.
We can find our own way home.
Lone wolves. Lone wolves. Lone wolves with no rules.
New age, Black eyes
Faithfully baptized
No heroes, no brands.
I've got eyes on the back of my hands
[Chorus]
Lone wolves are never truly alone
United by what keeps us on our own.
New rage, Black skies.
Faithfully chastised.
No zeros, no plans.
I've got lies on the back of my hands
Can’t stand it.
Won’t go away.
Fight for flight.
Flight for right.
Can’t stand it.
Won’t go away.
Fight for flight.
Flight for right.
New rage, Black skies.
Faithfully chastised.
No zeros, no plans.
I've got lies on the back of my hands
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7. |
In The Morning
03:07
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I am not a stranger to the games you play.
These blue eyes can see through you
And won’t meet you halfway.
A damsel’s pile of rocks to move could be a hero’s climb.
My dance card does not fill with fools,
So please don’t waste my time.
Chorus:
In the morning, in the morning, when you rise.
Will you be the swatter
Or
Will you be the fly?
You can fly.
I am not an expert but I must voice concerns
Befriend yourself a pyro
You will third-degree your burns.
Don’t forget the danger with thinking you can save
All the crumbling leaves, bombing off a burning branch.
[Chorus]
Can’t take your pride.
Can’t waste your time.
Can’t take your pride.
[Chorus]
In the morning, in the morning, when I rise.
Will I be the swatter or will I be the fly?
You can waste my time.
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8. |
The Truth
02:57
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I want to tell you
Something that might, might scare you
I want to tell you the truth
You’re gonna fall, gonna fall.
Gonna fall in a well. Nobody gonna save you. No hell.
Fall, fall, fall, fall, so far.
Fall. Fall. Fall so far.
Through the drains and the pipes to the ocean
Nobody's gonna see you til you’re floating.
Ones that do will be breathing through their gills.
I'm the girl on the rocky bluff
half babe, half fishy stuff.
All lonely. Not homely.
You wanna be my one and only.
But the girls you have hurt have told me
You need to hear a siren sing
Chorus:
Fuck, yeah, you know it.
Fuck, yeah. you show it.
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.
Fuck, yeah, you knew it.
Fuck, yeah. you blew it.
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.
Think you know. Thinking so. Think you know.
Oh, oh, you think you know.
Going overboard on the love boat
Oh, oh, you think you know.
No mermaid in her right mind will go.
No mermaid in her right mind would know
No ya no ya no ya no ya don’t.
[Chorus]
Fuck, yeah, you know it.
Fuck, yeah. you show it.
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.
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9. |
Controlled Burn
03:04
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Can you want
what you already have.
As selfish as it sounds,
you know.
Anticipation digs its hole
Alone.
Chorus:
Desired fire
torch the bed
we’ve worked to earn.
Leave me.
Stranded naked.
Desired fire. Controlled burn.
To love is have
But to want is too grand
when you know it can’t be
yours alone.
Owning doesn’t mean
you get to control.
[Chorus]
Hot. hot. hot.
Mystery’s not going to new places.
It’s seeing us with new eyes.
Sex is not a thing to me.
It’s a place I wanted go.
Again.
[Chorus]
Desired fire. Controlled burn.
Go oh go.
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Happy Fangs San Francisco, California
"A raucous force of noisy guitar and anthemic vocals that thrill me like the late-1970s sounds of X-Ray Spex, Siouxsie, &
Suburban Lawns." Boing Boing
Happy Fangs is a war-painted and wiry rock trio. Rebecca brings her high-energy vocals. Mr. Cobra brings his grit-pop guitar. Jess brings her hard-hitting melodic beats.
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