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Live at Wimbledon

by Honeyheads

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1.
We're beautiful We're old And we mutually behold Our uncertainties. Oh, Gorgeous Insecurity! We're juvenile, We're bold While events unfold We tend to bursts of speed. Come on and kiss me fervently! I draw you hearts of Burgundy While you're pouring cups of herbal tea We're aged and in love No one sent it from above We're aged and beloved If you don't like it, shut it! We won't do what we're told One of the perks of being old There's worse I've seen Than most missed opportunities We ain't tools nor fools nor foals Yet the future is untold Let's start a mutiny Age is unbeknownst to energy! There's no such thing as purity But surely fury, fireworks and scrutiny We're aged and in love No one sent it from above Oh, Blazes undreamed of We're ragin' and we're lost We're losin' it and lovin' it We won't die, due to stubbornness We're losin' it and lovin' it We choose to sail Styx rudderless You point to the rock. You're filled with glee C'mon roll it up the hill with me! We'll soon know perfectly Love & Riot in the first degree See the rock? Let's roll it up!
2.
Funeral Joe 01:55
All the small towns look the same, you claim And you may be right Brutish and prudish architects make'em appear all equal and lame Oh, it makes you happy to see What's become of the places you grew up All the places of dreams about horses and about doo wop Oh, it's so comforting and soothing To have the world on a shoestring To get lost in the streets you used to know inside out There's a funeral home where we used to rent our videos Giddy-up, Joe, giddy-up, Joe, go, go, go! You love the road You love the blokes Shove the meds down your throat like the other kids do You love the road, you love them blokes Shove the meds down your throat like all the other kids Sure is better the your home Sure is better than our home Feed the urge, binge and purge Until our hometown's walls come undone
3.
Oh, Speed 02:05
I fought the thought as brutal as I might but then you started killing me and as I liked that energy The notion hammered, I got haunted but when I started hunting you, I saw Hammer is fo'ever you Oh, Speed! Oh, Speed! Oh, Speed! (As long as you keep killing me you will not be hurting me) Time will be the only to kill you slowly Time will kill you slowly Oh, Speed! (as long as you keep killing me you will not be hurting me) Now time has caught up and I'm back into racing it
4.
My advent calendar And my sleep apnea Remind you of Your first boyfriend You read my whimsical travelogue A witty and flimsy tableau of The things that I observed When I was feeling so much older Old and alive Exploiting the honey hive In days of yore when no one would Point at me with a kitchen knife Oh please don't tease me with my memories Oh, Emily Every noon when I wake You address me with a different name And you never asked who the authorities think I am And sure not all your ideas are great Honestly, every other whim is pretty lame But I'd find quite tempting to forget my christian name We became you-know-what We're pigging out on the honey pot We go out walking these days We do much talking these days And we drink champagne in the parking lot It seems like today we won't get cranky Oh, Frankie
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You prefer the odd numbers to the even And maybe that's why you're more of an artist while I am More of an autist I'd say I'm agnostic while you'd say I'm a heathen But please let us get this thing started I invested way more than I could've afforded And still you go to bed when I want to get sorted And I don't know if all this is fated And I'm way too tired to even debate it And I'm way too tired as well to abort it Tired and weary and beat and exhausted
7.
Yeah, it is said to be a funny thing but at times I could raise mine eyes on almost anyone so as to fall for anyone Just to fall So as to fall for anyone Lay down your lucky hand on mine eyes! May I rest mine ears on your voice? Ears never sleep You never sleep We never sleep And I fell for you
8.
Bob's Tale 02:36
A loner's carved a note into my table it reads: 'I'm a goner' They discuss if it's a sign of life or death to use red in a painting And in comes the butcher gets a 'Bonjour' and his coffee priority served Don't gimme 'Glamour' it's just talk lacking in grammar Though I believe this is killing me I'll use a smile and word it nice and clean: I promise to not give them away my thoughts that are all about the when 'Cause you will know just when to arrive Yeah, you will come see me again! Oh, I believe this is killing me I promise to not give them away my thoughts that are all about the when 'Cause you will know just when to arrive Yeah, you will come see me again!
9.
I hear the sound of heels Healing heels make me feel I'm here again I frown at spinning wheels I'd rather be on the run than on the bus New shoes, umbrella and a flannel for my face And a tenner for some flowers just in case Y ou may call me old-fashioned Although I know I'm never going back to my old school And I'm tryin' to make it look elegant Although I know it'ts okay to be a teenage idiot dancer There's seaweeds on the streets Seeing weeds makes me treat you like a queen bee I'll feed you heaps And I'm tryin' to make it sound eloquent Although I know you would've loved me anyhow Forget your name Remember to eat Fall fast asleep and re-enter the game We fall in love on a rabbit swing At 4 a.m. Eternal Who is gonna rock you? Too Much Love is on air Who is gonna rock you? Too much love is in the air We're making out in space
10.
This house is wooden and badly lit Like hoses in all those biopics On great american writers So I pour myself another and have a sip Drink till my liquid wits drip off my lip I whip out verses till I need a kip And rest my head between the following items: Gin, a pen and a lighter And I dream of palm trees and technology I threw my cellphone off a mountain I read my mail with an iPod Touch I draw foul paintings of pale fountains And you never ask for much But I'm a painter and a poet and I'd rather be Free than strong Just to tell you, so you know it Even though I always blow it We shouldn't fight but get along And I believe in palm trees and technology On a sunny day's walk I shut my eyelids While your eyes look sad and your lips are smiling "Why are you asking me to follow thee When I don't believe in palm trees or technology?" As it seems, I owe you an apology I see palm trees at the horizon
11.
It's just lips, two tongues, teeth and bliss So why haven't I asked you for a kiss? A goodnight-one on the lids of your April-Skied-blue eyes if you'd rather not let me taste your moustached smile Though the coast isn't clear yet everyone can hear as if my tape for your pink Walkman was streamable online How couldn't you've admitted that you miss me? You write you feel literal pain and that it's almost cruel to not be in my company pouring beer in the breakers and that instead you speed up and down stairs 'Raw Power' blasting No, I haven't cleared the coast yet everybody knows the song of sealed lips it is streamable online

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released August 1, 2013

recorded at Niedervolthoudini studio by Carl-John Hoffmann & René Huthwelker;
produced by Tilman van der Leeden & Jörg Milling;
mastered at Minyon studio by Jörg Milling.
℗ HONEYHEADS, 2013.
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