1. |
The Tourist
02:40
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Hey son, whatcha doing here?
It’s been a long time
Heard you moved to New York City
And I’ve heard there’s lots of crime
Oh-oh where you going?
I’m drifting towards that neon glow
Feeling like a tourist
In the only town I’ve ever known
Well boy we vote red around here
Don’t you forget your roots
Dirty hands make a clean living
And I don’t see any mud on your suit
Oh-oh lonely valley
The wind is groaning through the trees
I’m just a tourist
Floating in on an easy breeze
Oh-oh city slicker
Small town problems will get you down
I’m just a tourist
Gone before I see the clouds
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2. |
Nebraska
03:58
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I used to love a girl called Nebraska
She had long hair and deep pockets where she kept her shiny things
In my dreams I’m South Dakota
In my room I’m Tennessee
I thought I saw her in a restaurant
In an old inn, where the sun shines through an empty glass
In waving fields I see her waiting
In concrete trees, fade memories
Of autumn chimes and telephone lines
One day I’ll see her on my tv screen
Coming through in red, blue, and green
If Nebraska’s such a pretty place
Why can’t I remember her face?
Nebraska skies
Nebraska’s eyes
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3. |
Red Desert
03:19
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(Instrumental)
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Sunday, Sunday
Take me for a ride
I cannot deny, I wanna be inside
Of your head and all the places I cant say
Cause If I touched you I’d burst into flames
Sunday, Sunday
Lift your heavy eyes
I cannot deny that I am terrified
Of pretty girls and pretty guys
And all the drugs i’m afraid to try
All the kids from the neighborhood who wave at me as I drive by
In a suburban dream with slot machines
Landlines that never ring
Most of all I’m afraid of you
Lovely, lovely
Won't you recognize?
There’s too many ears
And not enough stop signs
Kids tuck in their parents in rows of empty houses
Abandoned couches on the curb soaked from the rain
Will you follow me to New York City?
We can wine and dine and talk ourselves to death about the subway lines
Have a couple of kids, a couple divorces
Buy a house in East Hampton and die
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5. |
(Pts. 2 & 3)
04:52
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Do you think of me when the chill comes for falling leaves?
Slowly rotating your almond eyes as you sleep?
I think of you, now and then when I’m alone
Now that I’m gone, it finally feels like I belong
Well, it gets cold when summer ends and we’re getting old
It’s not a film, we don’t get to watch credits roll
The glory days, they never came did they my old friend?
Suburban dream, 115 times in my head
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6. |
42nd Street
02:58
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Afternoon, it’s starting to rain
I don’t mind, I’ve got nowhere to be
Come west to 42nd street
Where the bricks and the concrete meet
It’s called home
I like walking through my city at night
Starry skies over 42 and Pine
Philadelphia smells sweet in the rain
I know, I feel it through my windowpane
42nd Street
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Twin Pigeons
Twin Pigeons is an indie folk duo from the Lehigh Valley. It is the latest music project from longtime friends and collaborators Alessandro Consuelos and Dylan Rex. The pair have previously released garage-punk records as "Rust" and Rex has released several experimental folk albums. Twin Pigeons' lo-fi weirdness is the latest expression of their DIY attitudes and love for experimentation. ... more
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