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I Can Never Find The
05:33
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So you wanna be free, as free as me?
I'm a twenty something retired student
So you want my life, you wanna go fast?
Seventy Five miles into a concrete divider
All those cars are going backwards
I've got the wheel, I'm not in tow
All those cars are going backwards
I swear to God, I'm not in control
My first love, my last love he won't understand
I've got a lot to say - never find the
My first love, my last love he won't understand
I've got a lot to say - never find the
Never Never Never Never Never Never find the words
You want a new face? You want an old soul?
But this face aint pretty, won't make a good mask
You want, you want, you want a different look?
I'm looking for a gleam of hope in a high ball glass, a high ball glass
All those cars are going backwards
I've got the wheel, I'm not in tow
All those cars are going backwards
I swear to God, I'm in control
My first love, my last love he won't understand
I've got a lot to say - never find the
My first love, my last love he won't understand
I've got a lot to say - never find the
Never Never Never Never Never Never find the words
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Vain Satellite
03:41
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I don't dream in color
I don't dream in black and white
I just float through my days
And wake up every night.
Get involved with your flesh
Imitate divine
And align myself to those long lost august nights.
Love is a burden that rips apart our souls
Transmitting the things that I should know
Somewhere those lights are landing
And the sunsets cold
There's a park bench where we never shall grow old
Between you and me
In the years removed
Are a thousand thoughts and words we never used
Quite a vain satellite
Hanging off your face
Eclipsing all to know to love to feel to see
And a well heeled debutante
Is a dull substitute
Ain't it hard to sever ties
When all we have are lies
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Calling Card
05:06
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I don't really like your red tape
Your smooth fling, back talk
Come on, share a crooked cigarette
And take my buzz for a walk
Well you swam out easy,
Took the ring off to please me
New address, accessorize
Calling card, spend expensive lies
Like an epileptic horse
Being led to drink or drown
We gave good day time drama, baby
New panties match your silken crown
Tell you just what to feed me
Break it off, leave it freezing
Sopped up in your brown eyes
Melt down, we've had too many tries
I'll squeeze my eyes closed tight
It feels so rotten and sad
Keeping quiet broke the seal
Bluff is called and I know I've been had
I'm pushin' through the yellow
Bleeding out all these sins
I'm confessing to your mother
Cuz I've no way to begin again
Well you swam out easy,
Took the ring off to please me
New address, accessorize
Calling card, spend expensive lies
Tell you just what to feed me
Break it off, leave it freezing
Sopped up in your brown eyes
Melt down, we've had too many tries
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Bounty Hunter Brothers Las Vegas, Nevada
Blah Blah Blah, Bounty Hunter Brothers is from Vegas, they like loud noises and delicious pizzas. Buy their music so they can eat pizzas and make loud noises.
Bounty Hunter Brothers recommends:
Wax Pig Melting is good friends of ours, this album also has our own William Davenport as producer. For fans of loud noises, grunge and Brian Gibson.
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Disaster!
by Electric/Coronation
Joshua Cohen of Candy Warpop (Czech them out at candywarpop.bandcamp.com too) has a free jazz noise band. Also William Davenport plays bass on this song. And he updates these recs. Ego trip? I dunno.
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Richard Polk plays pedal steel on our track "Heroine in Space" but he also plays every single instrument on this album. He's like Prince, if Prince was two feet taller and loved western.
go to albumIf you like Bounty Hunter Brothers, you may also like:
Strange, Strange Times
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Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching.
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Character Building
by Bad Bangs
Nostalgic, sweet, and just slightly offbeat garage rock with some truly stunning vocal work.
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Gliders (ALBUM)
by Milk For The Angry.
Wound-tight SF rubbery post-punk that combines the nervous energy of Devo with bright power-pop hookiness.
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