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Everything We Need
04:50
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Grab your shoes and grab your coat there's no telling where we’ll go.
A hard reset is overdue cuz I just wanna be with you.
Your mothers on the pills again she’ll wash it down with Schweppes and gin.
Your sisters moved she never calls you haven’t seen your dad since fall.
Of the several thousand stars that fill up our night sky.
We’ll pick out one that’s ours and follow it to first light.
Cuz there ain't much you’ll leave behind more than a self destructive state of mind.
You act surprised deep down you know that I'm not giving up til I find home well you got your books I got my guitar we got everything we need in this car let the city wear itself out, there's nothing we can do to save it now.
We’ll play our songs for a little cash.
We’ll pan for gold to pay for gas.
Make our tent out of old bed sheets.
Sell speed to tired truckers when we can.
Cuz I’m tired of all my domestic ways.
I’m tired of living from day to day.
Wanna see the coasts, wanna be up close to mountains, forests, rivers on the way.
Well it’s a hell of a time to let me know now that we’re halfway down to Mexico.
Those 2nd thoughts are creeping through but I just want to be with you.
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2. |
It's Over
03:36
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I’m sorry though I’m home right now my mind is somewhere else.
Caught up in someone else’s dream.
I’ll text you when it’s done.
You see it’s been a trying week and I’m just far too tired.
Well I’m sure I’ll see you soon.
Or maybe I’ll drop by.
Well there’s something to be said, for turning it all off.
To exist in the here and now, to make that call.
Cuz its over, its over for now, well its over its over for now.
So to hell with all your Netflix shows, get off the couch and meet me on the trail.
Before its over, its over.
Your tendon to reality is fast becoming thin.
I think you let it atrophy in a rush to act your age.
But those that wander are never lost and you’re not dead quite yet.
So turn off the TV, and crawl on out of bed.
Well there's something to be said, for turning it all off.
Be exist in the here and now, to make that call.
Cuz its over, its over, for now.
Well its over, its over, for now.
So fuck all of your Facebook friends get off you phone and look me in the eye.
Before its over, its over.
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3. |
Al and His Machines
04:01
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The story starts like many others, it happened no too long ago in a town not unlike any other town.
Rust had seized the industry, the aimless men wandered the streets the factories had all long since shut down.
He came with fruitful promises, investment funds from overseas he said he’d help us hold our heads up high.
With a product everybody wants, a job that everybody needs.
Looking back how could we be so blind.
Long after dark, the men all gone home, but Al and his machines will keep on churning through the night It won’t be long, until his master plan’s unveiled.
We didn’t know the processes or what it looked like in the end, or even how the parts were being used.
The trains arrived each evening, raw materials on double stacks and only left us all the more confused.
Uncarved jade from Burma, slabs of rock salt cut near Timbuktu copper ingots from New Mexico.
LED’s from China with a rather shameful failure rate and inert gases shipped from parts unknown.
Curiosity got the best of some, three men from the receiving dock, snuck into the shop floor one winters eve.
Through an endless maze of HVAC ducts, above the watch of sentry guns, what they saw they hardly could believe.
Metal Eiffel towers, mini Buddhas, rings of sandalwood. I heart New York t-shirts stacked thigh high.
Coffee mugs with union jacks and Dallas stars on cowboy hats, anything to catch a tourists eye.
Long after dark, the men all gone home, but Al and his machines will keep on churning through the night.
As he looks on, outside his window, the townspeople all gathered with their torches all alight.
It won’t be long, until his master plan’s unveiled.
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4. |
Duck and Cover
05:59
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Close your eyes and hold your ears you’re not gonna need them.
Cuz outside the drums of war can be felt through the ground.
Have we forgotten our mistakes or is this time unlike the last?
Have the demons we’ve created become too powerful too fast?
So send the children of the pawns to bring the battle to another land.
Well you don’t care cuz they’re not yours or those who come at night with cash in hand.
Hey you we see right through your scare tactics and exaggerated foes.
The enemy is here at home and he’s one that we all know.
Oh, what the hell have we been teaching
All these lies-our pundits have been preaching
Well the ever changing enemy breeds a never ending war
But its just to line some pockets we wont listen anymore
I’m still searching for the meaning, I’m still searching for the truth
Better keep your children inside before somebody steals them.
Your next walk alone through the park very well could be your last.
All these perils we have shown, are waiting for you outside your home.
Tune in again at 10 we’ll tell you everything that you need to know.
So watch your neighbors lock your doors do what it takes to keep your family safe.
Take off your shoes report suspicions there's a terrorist on every plane. So to appease the advertisers its far worse than it appears.
Don’t reach for the remote theres so much more for you to fear.
Who the hell are they misleading.
With all these lies our newscasters are reading.
If we believed in every words you said we would never walk out the door.
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5. |
Brownbug
04:01
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6. |
Sad Little Country Song
04:25
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Another month it’ll be 12 years, I can’t believe I’ve stayed right here.
I didn’t want to overstay, it was another stop along the way.
Onto somewhere, and something more.
The crumbling brick and potholed streets, a highway that’ll never be complete.
The Harley's rumble at every hour, despite these flaws and so much more.
It’s still my, still my home.
I wrote this song, for all of those who think my lyrics aren’t an open book.
We’ve had our fun, but now its time to give the people what they want.
Well is this what you want? A sad little country song, from me.
The gears stopped turning years ago, and emptied out the bungalows.
The rich moved west, the poor scraped by, but there’s still some of us who try.
Cuz it’s still our, still our home.
I wrote this song, for all of those who said my lyrics aren’t an open book.
Not that they’re wrong, sometimes it’s just too hard to say what’s on my mind.
Well is this what you want?
A sad little country song.
Well is this what you want?
A sad Milwaukee song, from me.
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7. |
Bobbi
05:17
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8. |
Treading Water
03:38
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As the smoke fills my lungs.
The first September frost bites at my ungloved hands.
Reminds there was more I should have done.
Should I call my folks back home?
It’s not like I don’t care there’s just not much to say.
To make them very proud of their son.
I’ve been tracing back my footsteps when and where I had it wrong.
I can’t write without regret but I can try to sing along.
Cuz living in the moment can’t last long – when you’re treading water.
As our summer’s growing short.
We sat out there til midnight on the playground swings.
And promised we would never grow apart.
Now I hear you’re doing well.
You had a couple kids and then you moved back north.
I guess it probably turned out for the best.
Well you’re saving up your paychecks what the hell you saving for.
For that trip you planned out west that you ain’t taking anymore.
But you meet your friends each Wednesday at the bar - To tread on water.
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9. |
Firefly
04:41
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Fireflies light the sky – my god for all the good people in town as a warning.
You’re never quite safe there are bad men around.
The calm in the dead of night – ring ring awake from their slumber oh god I can feel it.
Sal de la casa, corre corre!
I said that I could change after this But I’m having way too much fun.
Embers inside of me Burn! Burn!
The sweet smell of paraffin, rush of adrenaline, accelerant pumps through my veins.
I own the night always two steps ahead.
Cleaned out the neighborhood last night.
Consumed from four sides they all run to the middle pray guardian angels will take them away.
Now questions come quickly- forgive me coincidence, eyewitness looks of suspicion you can’t tame a monster you have to bring it down.
Returned to the scene of the crime, always two steps ahead no-one suspects a thing.
But it got out of hand this time.
How can I feel for them join me to pray for their souls pray for my soul.
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Close your eyes and hold your ears you’re not gonna need them.
Cuz outside the drums of war can be felt through the ground.
Have we forgotten our mistakes or is this time unlike the last?
Have the demons we’ve created become too powerful too fast?
So send the children of the pawns to bring the battle to another land.
Well you don’t care cuz they’re not yours or those who come at night with cash in hand.
Hey you we see right through your scare tactics and exaggerated foes.
The enemy is here at home and he’s one that we all know.
Oh, what the hell have we been teaching
All these lies-our pundits have been preaching
Well the ever changing enemy breeds a never ending war
But its just to line some pockets we wont listen anymore
I’m still searching for the meaning, I’m still searching for the truth
Better keep your children inside before somebody steals them.
Your next walk alone through the park very well could be your last.
All these perils we have shown, are waiting for you outside your home.
Tune in again at 10 we’ll tell you everything that you need to know.
So watch your neighbors lock your doors do what it takes to keep your family safe.
Take off your shoes report suspicions there's a terrorist on every plane. So to appease the advertisers its far worse than it appears.
Don’t reach for the remote theres so much more for you to fear.
Who the hell are they misleading.
With all these lies our newscasters are reading.
If we believed in every words you said we would never walk out the door.
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Paladino Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Equally rich in meaning and melody, Paladino delivers honest, heartfelt lyrics and soaring, stirring harmonies. Their songs blend genres (indie folk, bluegrass, Americana rock), artistic influences (Chris Thile, Paul McCartney, ‘90s rock) and subject matter (loss, defiance, the search for connection) with poetic imagery and novelistic detail, shot through with real emotion and dynamic musicality. ... more
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