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I don't know
how should I,
I can't read the stars.
I don't know
how would I,
I can't read the stars...
Do you exist
if then how,
In the heavens
then and now,
What have i missed--
All the questions keep on heaping
but they won't keep me from sleeping,
anyway.
I don't know
how should I,
I can't read the stars.
I don't know
how would I,
I can't read the stars...
Do we persist
out of fear--
The afterlife
ever near,
I'd be remiss
were i not a critic,
so god save the cynic.
I don't know
how should I,
I can't read the stars.
I don't know
how would I,
I can't read the stars...
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Building blocks and ticking clocks taught me to behave,
Now here I stand a middle man trying to act my age,
All grown up (grow up)
All grown up (grow up)
I'll grow up.
Sometimes I wish Ii was still a boy in
Legoland,
Time stood still inside my favorite toy
Legoland,
Back then life was still a joy.
I can't stand this stinking office everyday,
Clocking in and clocking out until I'm gray,
All grown up (grow up)
All grown up (grow up)
I'll grow up.
Sometimes I wish I was still a boy in
Legoland,
Time stood still inside my favorite toy
Legoland,
Back then life was still a joy.
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I'm as clumsy as a bumblebee,
still buzzing from night before last,
but oh how your sweet nectar carries me,
Honey sweet honey,
Honey Mead.
Life keeps coming at me everyday,
I keep moving just to get away,
Your the one thing that can set me free,
Oh honey sweet honey.
I'm as clumsy as a bumblebee,
still buzzing from night before last,
but oh how your sweet nectar carries me,
Oh honey oh honey,
Honey Mead.
I'm never satisfied,
There's always been a pull,
but you keep me feeling half-alive,
and my glass is still half-full.
Oh honey...
half-full
Oh honey...
half-full
Oh honey...
Honey mead
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If I get tongue tied
and I can't find the words for you
to make us alright,
so much for requited love.
So many times I
backed down branded you a fool,
If I could rewind
I'd open all the deepest wounds.
Somehow
I'm getting under your skin
gonna tangle the strings of your heart,
Somehow
when the lights go out
I'll be close to where you are.
So many times I
backed down branded you a fool,
If I could rewind
I'd open all the deepest wounds.
Somehow
I'm getting under your skin
gonna tangle the strings of your heart,
Somehow
when the lights go out
I'll be close to where you are.
I've walked over broken glass for you
a million times and still you never do the things
a good girl should do for a heart that big as anything,
I've never done you wrong never told you a lie
but i swear...
Somehow
I'm getting under your skin
gonna tangle the strings of your heart,
Somehow
when the lights go out
I'll be close to where you are.
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I should not have left your side,
Were I there all would be well
but here I am again my dear
and dammit all to hell,
Here we smoke like factories
and olfactory senses are
deadened by the industry
of toiling at the bar.
One more hour I'll be home;
One more draft till I've arrived,
I'm coming home.
I should not have tied one on;
Remember when we squared the knot,
I only promised to be true
and this here is my lot,
Here we burn like effigies
and always end up being smashed,
Life will crush a man until
he's reduced to ash.
One more hour I'll be home,
One more draft till I've arrived,
I'm coming home.
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I lit a cig and took a puff,
Then put it out that was enough
for me,
Put my feet upon the ground,
Stood straight up then set back down
for tea.
And so my evening inches on--
setting sun rising dawn.
Oh I hear the bell and wonder
for whom it tolls today,
Will it shake me from my slumber
or lull me to the grave?
I awoke with a start,
And lay back down to calm my heart:
sleep,
Re-awoke that afternoon
for setting sun rising moon
in peace.
And nothing happened in between--
dreams unfinished sights unseen.
Oh I hear the bell and wonder
for whom it tolls today,
Will it shake me from my slumber
or lull me to the grave?
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I got a lot to live for 'cause you got a lot of life inside,
I wish I'd more to offer you my lovely bride,
But I'm gonna put everything that I can
into being more than just your average man.
Gonna do the dishes better,
Be a father not a babysitter
and I'll fold the laundry so
it fits where it should go,
I'm not a superstar,
But I can cut the grass and clean the car,
And I'll make time for you,
I love the woman I'm married to--
I love you...
We wonder about tomorrow and what the future holds,
But when i put my arms around you it's all foretold:
I'm gonna stand by you forevermore,
Loving you could never be a chore.
Gonna do the dishes better,
Be a father not a babysitter
and I'll fold the laundry so
it fits where it should go,
I'm not a superstar,
But I can cut the grass and clean the car,
And I'll make time for you,
I love the woman I'm married to--
I love you....
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You got a lot tied up inside,
Got Jesus on your mind,
and a boy that just won't fight,
Baby it's a grind.
And this you're bitter life,
where nothing just won't do,
The girl pleads; the woman needs a wedding ring,
But that bird won't sing.
[whistling solo]
Well there's a war going on outside,
but only you in mind
Man you're feeling bad,
Boy you're full of spite.
For this your bitter life,
where nothing just won't do,
The boy dreams; the man deems himself a king,
But that bird won't sing.
[whistling solo]
They say it's the deceiver
misleading human kind...
But Old Roger's just a fever
burning in the mind...
People you got a fever
burning you up inside.
[whistling solo]
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Paper Navy are a folk-pop outfit originating on the fringes of Nashville, TN. With musical influences as divergent as classic country and 1970s era pop, you might imagine something like Bakersfield-Bread. Mmm...yes. Yet, in spite of a flavor that certainly ruminates, this doesn't quite sum up the paradoxically spare albeit lush sound of these guitar-based arrangements. Notwithstanding the occasional touch of telecaster-inspired twang and a few train-roll rhythms, the music on this debut release is more cosmic than country, calling on the subtle effects of atmosphere to soften an otherwise dark airing of views.
From the sweetly seductive "Honey Mead" with it's boozy swing to the Queen influenced pomp of "Tongue Tied," Paper Navy aim to persuade a diverse audience that pop isn't so easily classified, and folk is more of an ethic than an aesthetic. This idea can also be heard on tunes like "Swan Song," "Factories," and the title track, "All Grown Up," which delve into the existential misgivings of Everyman while remaining pleasantly listenable and catchy enough to hold on to.
This project was recorded in a ramshackle rehearsal space (that also serves as a laundry room) by Shawn Anfinson (vocals, acoustic guitar), Brandon Harris (guitars, bass) and Simon Lynn (drums, bells). They are now joined by Jim Elrod (bass), and Jeff Weems (keys).