1. |
CONTINENTAL DRIFT
03:36
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Hold on
To me
Don’t let
Slight wind between
Bury me in your blankets
Keep out the cold
Let skin melt together
Our bodies like wax
Lungs to lungs
Breathe for me
Your eyes in mine
I don’t wanna see
Hold on
To me
Don’t cry
And we’ll be happy
Build yourself a kind of home
Beneath my rib cage
And call me call me
Call me your own
Lungs to lungs
breathe for me
Your eyes in mine
I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna see
No air to lift me up
No continental drift to break us up
No air to fill my lungs
No continental drift
No air to lift me up
No continental drift to break us up
(I don’t wanna see)
No air to fill my lungs
(I don’t wanna see)
No continental drift
(I don’t wanna see)
(I don’t wanna see)
(I don’t wanna see)
(I don’t wanna see)
No continental drift
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2. |
TREES
02:40
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If you sit on top
Of that house on the hill
You can see entirely
The other part of town
And if you think
What we’re all thinking
Before it’s built
It should be burnt to the fucking ground
What the fuck
Has happened to the city
As the place gets nicer
The people don’t get any nicer
And I know
That it’s hypocritical
Cuz I am an asshole
Yeah but still the trees were much nicer
Yeah but still the trees were much nicer
Yeah but still the trees were much nicer
What the fuck
Has happened to the city
As the place gets nicer
The people don’t get any nicer
And I know
That it’s hypocritical
Cuz I am an asshole
If you sit on top
Of that house on the hill
You can see entirely
The other part of town
And if you think
What we’re all thinking
Before it’s built
It should be burnt to the fucking ground
If you sit on top
(Yeah but still the trees were much nicer)
Of that house on the hill
You can see entirely
(Yeah but still the trees were much nicer)
The other part of town
And if you think
(Yeah but still the trees were much nicer)
What we’re all thinking
(Yeah but still the trees were much nicer)
Before it’s built
It should be burnt to the fucking ground
Yeah but still the trees were much nicer
Yeah but still the trees were much nicer
Yeah but still the trees were much nicer
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3. |
WAGON WHEEL
03:37
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Headin' down south to the land of the pines (Nikki solo)
I'm thumbin' my way into North Carolina
Starin' at the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey, mama rock me
So, Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey, mama rock me
I was runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-gettin' me down
Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to up n leave
But I ain't going back to livin' that old life no more
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey, mama rock me
So, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey, mama rock me
I was walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he's a-headin' west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh, at least I will die free
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey, mama rock me
Hey, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey, mama rock me
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey, mama rock me
(This is good, this is good
We need this kinda thing)
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4. |
COMFORT IN SOUND
03:32
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City dry heat got me down
The night is too heavy for this shit
Feels so good
Beneath the dirt, it’s warm
Oh we find comfort in sound
Oh we find comfort in sound
Oh we find comfort in sound
Sweat on our skin, achy bones shake
But I can take the pressure
All the digging was worth it
My chest is full, my hands won't settle
And we find comfort in sound
Oh, we find comfort in sound
Oh we find comfort in sound
Oh we find comfort in sound
Oh we find comfort in sound
Oh we find comfort in sound
Ooo ooo
Oooh ooo ooo ooo
Oooh ooo ooo ooo
Oooh ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo
Oooh ooo ooo ooo
Oooh ooo ooo ooo
Oooh ooo ooo ooo
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5. |
RIDE ON
03:52
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I was born in a small Texas town
Made it to the coast by 23
Tryna learn me if the world is round
Tryna know me how come love is sweet
Tired and young, we ride on
Pack up our wild eyes
They’ll call us saints when we’re sinners
We ride on
We ride on
Got me a nightclub job
Singing love songs to grifters and lost boys
And the few holy people in this seaside hell
All hang around the Greyhound stop
Tired and young, we ride on
Pack up our wild eyes
They’ll call us saints when we’re sinners
We ride on
We ride on
Mama, save my soul
Yeah mama, take me home
‘Cause all that I got is this suitcase and prayer
And a big ol’ heart to fill
Tired and young, we ride on
Pack up our wild eyes
They’ll call us saints when we’re sinners
We ride on
We ride on
Tired and young, we ride on
Pack up our wild eyes
They’ll call us saints when we’re sinners
We ride on
We ride on
They all call us saints
They all call us sinners
They all call us saints
They all call us sinners
They all call us saints
They all call us sinners
They all call us saints
They all call us sinners
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IMANIGOLD New York, New York
Originally from Austin, Texas, Harlem-based sisters April Kae and Nikki Kae are the heartbeat of IMANIGOLD, collaborating as songwriters, vocalists, and community organizers. While April plays guitar, bass, and synth, Nikki creates the band’s visuals. IMANIGOLD is also an artist’s collective with a digital publication sharing resources and insights for community organizing and social justice. ... more
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