1. |
Snake Eyes
03:48
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Snake eyes still stare through the window
Street lights whisper behind your back
Stroll fast, keep loose
It’s a different feeling
Snake eyes all over the neighborhood
Ringing twice on the acid phone
Take a peek at the known influencer
Crossing town with your epic hair
Refresh, refresh, refresh the page
Evergreen to the bible belt
We keep spreading the disinformation
When they tell you you should make amends
Refresh, refresh, refresh the page
Snake eyes still stare through the window
Street lights whisper behind your back
Stroll fast, keep loose
It’s a different feeling
Snake eyes all over the neighborhood
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2. |
Dad Rock Boat
04:16
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I can see straight through my eye but it’s
so intense, it’s too intense, it’s too intense
All is but changes and changes are changing
so get with it, I get with it
Safe on the dad rock boat and everyone is sleeping
It’s happening, it’s happening, oh no no,
it’s happening
A phone call from Jacques, he’s been dead
for the past seven years, I should have known
It’s the happy nest, it’s the happy nest
of the depressed middle age chumps
I cannot swim so I cannot jump but I gotta jump
I’m gonna jump tonight
I’m drowning, I’m drowning with a stupid hat
This is my revolution
I can see straight through my eye but it’s
so intense, it’s too intense, it’s too intense
Safe on the dad rock boat
It’s happening, it’s happening
Oh no no, it’s happening
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3. |
Hard Right
03:55
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Light is slithering up on Lorimer
Remember how the mornings used to feel
You walked barefoot to the store
You didn’t seem to care
Broken Flowers
Have we lost the way
Now all the trees, they speak in shame
Do they know we had a dream
we dreamt in Lorimer
Long reaching arms of the animal
invisible and altering our minds
All the tangled roads lead to that
February night when you opened up my eyes
Underwater
Life is striving
It wants to stay and wants to leave
Unaware of our dream, it ends and it begins
Long reaching arms of the animal
invisible and altering our minds
All the tangled roads lead to that
February night when you opened up my eyes
Light is slithering
Up on Lorimer
Now all the trees, they speak in shame
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4. |
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I am searching for the man in the bottom
He must stop the electronic interaction
He writes comments till his fingers bleed
Typing hate words on a board with buttons
An Amazon deal from a 3rd party seller
If it hurts then it hurts then it hurts then it hurts us
It’s a city of preachers but love is a homeless
I’m standing in the rain with regrets and no reason
It’s February 5th and all I could think
I wanna be a fly on the wall in Mar-a-Lago
In the hardware store a Qanon wife
She greets me hello hello hello
Her husband Fred is really into fishing
but he spends his time on 8kun.net
They like to sit on the porch in the twilight hour
sip a tea full of tears of a liberal daughter and son
She tells me there are only two things on my mind
Post truth and bird feeders
There are only two things on my mind
Post truth and bird feeders
Hahaha
I am searching for the man in the bottom
He writes comments till his fingers bleed
In the hardware store a Qanon wife
She greets me hello hello hello
Her husband Fred is really into fishing
but he spends his time on 8kun.net
They like to sit on the porch in the twilight hour
sip a tea full of tears of a liberal daughter
They like to sit on the porch in the twilight hour
sip a tea full of tears of a liberal daughter and son
She tells me there are only two things on my mind
Post truth and bird feeders
There are only two things on my mind
Post truth and bird feeders
Post truth and bird feeders
Post truth and bird feeders
Post truth
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5. |
Where is Claire
04:45
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Where is Claire?
Where is Claire?
Down the rabbit hole
She fell down
Where is Claire?
Where is Claire?
Down the rabbit hole
She fell down
Down the rabbit hole
Where is Claire?
Where is Claire?
Down the rabbit hole
She fell down
She fell down
How to break the devil they come day and and night
and saying we don’t do enough drugs
How to break the devil they come day and and night
and saying we don’t do enough drugs
How to break the devil they come day and and night
and saying we don’t do enough drugs
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6. |
Modern Times
05:53
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The days are gone
The money spent unwisely
These are modern times for you
For you
The gap is wide and friendships
like distractions, draining
Turn your head and hide
till the end of the summer
Under the layers, under the layers
The days are gone
The money spent unwisely
These are modern times for you
For you
False intentions, bail me out
Even I know my error counts
Guilty pleasures and intimacy
must be found in this big town
The night is trusting, the people reach out
If its still moving then we cross no line
And those deep emotions
False intentions, bail me out
Even I know my error counts
Guilty pleasures and intimacy
must be found in this big town
The night is trusting, the people reach out
If its still moving then we cross no line
And those deep emotions
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7. |
Are These My Hands
05:01
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Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
It’s getting hot, I found a trick, I got a plan
As long as I know
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Or is this a scam or a trap?
As long as I know that you’re screwing me over
I’m ok with that, I’ll turn around
Where are you from?
Where are you from?
You have an accent and so
the assumption is that you don’t have
complex feelings, you don’t have complex thoughts
You’re simple, you buy milk, you brush your teeth
You go to sleep
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands, making a mark in this world
They’ll wipe it with bleach in 25 minutes
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
Are these my hands?
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8. |
Insurrection Swag
02:55
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9. |
The Substitute
07:47
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We fell into an ocean
In chains and rolling waves of pain
The blue is more like purple
The salt, the salt, running through the skin
There’s someone else inside me
It whispers spells in my head
Run, run, now stop, cover your eyes
and then run again
Run, run, run till the end
Into the storm
Oh my, oh my
First young then old
First young then old
First young then old
First young, first young
There is no road
There was no hold
Other than my hand
Will not let you go
You’ve seen my worst
And I saw yours
Lets get high, love
lets get high, love
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Van Goose Brooklyn, New York
Van Goose is the moniker of long time producer and multi instrumentalist Shlomi Lavie.
His sophomore album, Post-Truth and Bird Feeders, was released on September 2nd, 2022.
linktr.ee/vangoose
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