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Blotted Out The Background - Lyrics
You want it?
Come get it!
Come get it from me
You want me?
Come get me
Try to catch up to me
Blowin' dust
Blowin' up
Growin' faster than you
Stow-away
Go away
Go away from my wake
You're holding me up
You're slowin' me down
I'm prepping for my closeup
but you blotted out the background
Are you doing this
to see if I can
stare in the abyss
of your life man
'Cause I'm the wiz
It'll take more than
your attempts to diss me
to bring me down
to shut me up
to push me away
I give freely
You wanna kill the
talent in me
You destroy
and I improve
I'm toying wit'choo
Your words don't sting
I still can sing
My one liners zing
You're holding me up
You're slowin' me down
I'm prepping for my closeup
but you blotted out the background
You're holding me up
You're slowin' me down
I'm prepping for my closeup
but you blotted out the background
Are you doing this
to see if I can
stare in the abyss
of your life man
'Cause I'm the wiz
It'll take more than
your attempts to diss me
I'm tired of your crap
I'll double-track to recap,
while you napped I rapped to handclaps
and mapped out what the haps was.
While you ordered frappe lattes
I slapped you silly.
Mind the gap, Imma lap you,
no time for your crap
You're holding me up
You're slowin' me down
I'm prepping for my closeup
but you blotted out the background
You're holding me up
You're slowing me down
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So Happy
02:43
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So Happy - Lyrics
I'm so happy, I don't care if this song sucks;
it'll make you blush, yeah.
I'm so amped up I'll TYPE IT IN CAPS LOCK;
I'm in a rush, yeah.
I'm so satisfied, so amped up,
I'm amplified. I'm in love?
You're so gorgeous, your hair is black satin;
you're magnificent.
Call me outrageous, let's write a matinee;
we're so innocent, yeah.
I'm so darned naive,
and I'm so eager to leave
my past.
I'm young and dumb, but you're older and smarter too
so this can't be dumb?
I'm so happy, I don't care if this song sucks;
it'll make you blush, yeah oh darlin'.
I'm so satisfied, so amped up,
I'm amplified. I'm in love?
I'm in love.
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Turn My Cheek
02:59
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Turn My Cheek - Lyrics
Oh it's a messed-up world, trying to bring me to my knees,
but I won't let it beat me down.
It's not just your attitude, it's famine, it's disease.
But I won't let them put me in the ground.
"I don't mind. I don't care" my mantra on repeat.
I bide my time. I swallow fear.
I try and turn my cheek.
You stoke, you fume, you blame, you try to choke my voice.
But I've got a breathing mask.
You poke, exhume, you lie and throw your toys.
I just can't. I stand ashamed, aghast.
"I don't mind. I don't care" my mantra on repeat.
I bide my time. I swallow fear.
I try and turn my cheek.
I feel like... you rage like... I stand tall, try and turn my cheek.
Won't back down... you beat down... I'm so low. You YOLO.
What do I know?
"I don't mind. I don't care" my mantra on repeat.
I bide my time. I swallow fear.
I try and turn my cheek.
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Joined, Entwined
03:44
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Joined, Entwined - Lyrics
In she walked,
and he was floored.
She wore the dress
that he adored.
No-one talked.
Heart beats soared.
He felt blessed,
he thanked his Lord.
Joined, entwined,
wined and dined,
a finer time,
you'd never find.
Baby was born,
and by next June
the pair of parents'
honey-moon (was over).
She felt scorned (so scorned)
and out of tune (oh no).
Love disappeared and
they forgot that afternoon;
joined, entwined,
wined and dined...
a finer time,
would they ever find that time again?
Disjointed,
disappointed,
pinpointed
the disdain, the start of pain, a pain that stayed upon the brain
But the baby grew.
Time just flew!
Toddler dues
caused a parental short fuse.
Boyhood steps
while parents wept (they wept).
Teenager slept.
Parents dreamt of the windswept time they met;
joined, entwined,
wined and dined...
a finer time,
could they try to find that time again?
What's the point
of pinning pain?
They rejoined,
just to see if they could feel that way again, that lust, in twain, free reign.
Again she walked,
despite his flaws,
still fit that old dress
that he adored.
No-one talked.
Once stilled hearts soared.
Undressed, re-blessed,
they thanked his Lord.
Joined, entwined,
wined and dined.
They found the time
to find each other once again.
What's the point
of pinning pain?
They rejoined
and they felt that way again, that lust, in twain, free reign.
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I'm Going Home
03:02
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I'm Going Home - Lyrics
I'm going home today
to the place I was born,
then ran away to form a different home.
So if you see my family,
tell them I won't be long,
I'm tired of birthdays spent on my own.
I won't leave a forwarding address, just return it to sender.
Please thank them for their interest, say he left last November.
If they ask where I rest, just say you don't remember, but he's home.
The open road in front of me,
many horizons more,
I'll cross four oceans before I return.
Please grant me hospitality,
let me sleep upon your floor,
I'll be cold but hoping you'll let your log-wood burn.
I won't leave a forwarding address, just return it to sender.
Please thank them for their interest, say he left last November.
If they ask where I rest, just say you don't remember, but he's home.
When I finally arrive I'll be warmly greeted,
but as long as I'm alive I will feel defeated.
Should I go back to my past, or will my future be cheated
of a chance to form more pasts?
Oh please, remain seated - I AM home.
OK, I'll stay here instead today,
though my family's world's apart,
I know they're proud of me,
proud I left and stayed.
I know they missed me yesterday,
and though it breaks my heart,
I'm staying warily,
staying where my bed's made
So I won't leave a forwarding address,
don't return it to sender.
Thanks for your interest,
I'm hear well past next November.
I'm here, but I still remember my home
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Daniel McClelland Wellington, New Zealand
New Zealand-based mad-scientist smashing together alt-pop and alt-rock with Beach Boys-inspired harmonies. Stacks of vocals abound. Hard-hitting snares. Grungy guitars. All played, arranged and produced by one person.
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The bass on The Sparrow is stunning. Melodic, rhythmic and uniquely 'retro'. I use this album for reference all the time. Another Kiwi classic, that gets played in New York often. Big with hipsters!
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Proof that New Zealand can produce great R&B, Stevie Wonder-style harmonies and generally infuse electronic and acoustic music seamlessly.
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