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Billy Boy
00:49
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So he lights up his blunt and he calls out my name
He texts Dave Klym and says "I'm on the train"
I am the Billy Boy, I am the Billy Boy, I am the Billy Boy
I am your man
I am the Billy Boy, I am the Billy Boy, I am the Billy
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2. |
What Happened?
01:38
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Soul searched for so long
Words you said, I'll hang on
I wonder how
It went wrong
I wonder how
It went wrong
Waves will roll long and strong
Tide comes in, then its gone
I wonder how
It went wrong
I wonder how
It went wrong
Hold on, hold on
Hold on
While I wonder how
It went wrong
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3. |
Two Funerals
04:11
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I run like the raindrops
On the window pane of our old cafe
Where every poem still rattles
While your shadow's on a table
This is just a bus flying forward through the sky
We're all on board it together, there's no time to wonder why
Might be a blind monkey driving, might be a smooth dolphin pushing
Keep on checking the rear-view, all depends on who's looking
I've been chasing the rabbit, force whatever I'm finding
We were in love with each other, we were in love with the timing
I've been wandering around, I'll find whoever is drumming
Keep on telling myself, some surprise is coming
I walk down the same street that we stood on like statues in the summer heat
While your mama and daddy, brother and sister, are breaking bread with your so-called man
This is just a bus flying forward through the sky
There's no emblem on the shuttle there's no time to wonder why
Might be a blind monkey driving, might be a smooth dolphin pushing, keep a crack in the rear-view, all depends on who's cooking
I've been blowing your ashes through a hole in the moon, we were in love with each other, we were in love with the truth,
I've been wandering around, I'll catch whoever's been drumming
Keep on telling myself some surprise is coming
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4. |
Impossible Mind
03:50
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I'm hanging out with the sheriff's daughter
Somebody's Mercedes Benz
She sees the world like a certain fire
I know its all going to end
You're looking like a true criminal
As you come through the door
I've seen your face on the movie screen
I've seen your face on the floor
I'm not going to relate to something
I don't want to believe in anymore
I'm not going to get carried away
Scrambling around
Impossible Mind
Holding on to you
I'm running laps through the endless shooting stars
Got you wrapped in my arms
Too much caffeine
Not enough kerosene
To burn the whole city down
I'm not going to create for something
I don't want to believe in anymore
I'm not going to waste my time
Scrambling around
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5. |
Jimmy Earl
00:34
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6. |
Autumn Trees
03:14
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7. |
Another Reason
03:06
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Anyway now
To go back home
To that worn out place and feeling
To wake up now
Under your eyes
To wake up beneath your ceiling
Any day now
To bring back
The motivation to deliver
Sense of starving
For salvation
Sense of longing
Deeper then the world that we gave away
Heres another reason
Before you take a ride on that airplane
Heres another reason
Anyway now
To go back towards
All the empty looks and feelings
That you had there
In your soft stare
Holding on to save ourselves from
All the ways
That they make us pay
For the ones we love
We designed it anyway
Deeper then the world that we gave away
Heres another reason
Before you take a ride on that airplane
Heres another reason
Found out you were right
All I want to say
is giving you a reason
Don't leave it all behind
Don't you run away
Here's another reason
Anyway now
To go back home
To that worn out place and feeling
To wake up now
Under your skin
To wake up beneath your ceiling
Bigger than the life that we gave away
Heres another reason
Before you take a ride on that airplane
Heres another reason
Found out you were right
All I want to say
is giving you a reason
Don't leave me high and dry
Don't you run away
Heres another reason
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8. |
Out of Nowhere
02:37
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The Golden Age of Transit Brooklyn, New York
The Golden Age of Transit is an indie band based in Brooklyn, NY comprised of Bill Bartholomew, Dave Klym, Gabriela Rassi
and Andrew Deeb.
Their sound has a DIY ethos, drawing comparisons like Peter, Paul and Mary meets early Television. GAOT evokes minimalism with an industrial aesthetic that hearkens the urban warehouses where it was written and recorded.
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