1. |
The Little Bear
03:26
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The little bear
I used to care for
Looks good in my puppy's jaws
Yeah, I know
You told me so
Ich habe nichts falsches gemacht
In slow decline
Post-modern time
Could be that I am truly lost
Invent a ghost
I'll make you toast
My umbrella handle's polished
The fuzzy beast
Spanish conquistador
Adore Adore
I adored you.
Your eyes would roam
So far from home
You saw my chest, but not my soul
I was not wise
To your foreign lies
Ich bin verliebt
Fühle ich mich wohl
Oh I was dumb and young
believed what tripped off your tongue
With you, I was not truly whole
Go to Berlin, go to a rave
Oh how you feared your microwave
You ate my cup and drank my bowl
Girls down the hall
Through a revolving door
Adore Adore
I adored you.
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2. |
Airplane
04:36
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Which one are you?
Group 1 or 2?
Feel the heat in the tunnel as we funnel through.
Damp towels, little booties
sobbing red-faced infant cuties
The captain calls a scratchy route, he's
blowing this popsicle stand.
You're the first to board
And we think you've scored
But you might be floored
When you find we've soared
Together
[Ladies and Gentlemen, now a word from our captain]
Well the truth still remains
If you want private planes
Can you stand the bad dreams
How they'll muffle their screams
As they find your remains
In a mountain
Buckle up as we ignite
Oh it's not a long flight
And security's tight as an accountant
We all hear the same sound
As the wheels touch the ground
And somehow we're bound
by this flight, and confound it
Together
[Take Off]
We stand in the same spot
Our whole broken down lot
As we search for our polka dot suitcase
And we're joking a lot
Poking fun, pulling taut
The social fabric we've sought in this footrace
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3. |
Don't Stop
02:48
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Don't stop going til the dishes get done
Don't stop going til the dishes get done
Don't stop going til the dishes get done
There's no time for slowing til they get good and done.
And don't stop going til you run that last lap
No don't stop going til you run that last lap
Don't stop going til you run that last lap
There's no time for slowing til you run that lap track
Don't stop going til you've given back
Don't stop going til you've given back
Don't stop going til you've given back
There's no time for slowing til you give it right back
And don't stop going til you're living right
Don't stop going til you're living right
Don't stop going til you're living right
There's no time for slowing til you fight the good fight
Don't stop going til you've proven them wrong
No don't stop going til you've proven them wrong
Don't stop going til you've proven them wrong
There's no time for slowing til they're hearing this song
Don't stop going til you reach the top
No don't stop going til you reach the top
Don't stop going til you reach the top
There's no time for slowing
So you better not stop
You better not stop
You better not stop
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4. |
Karate Chop Kiss
05:12
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I heard you love karate chop
Yes my karate chop kiss
I heard you love karate chop
Yes my karate chop kiss
Oh I've been training, I've been working
Every day
I'm gonna tackle, gonna master
Karate
So my plan is, here my plan is
It goes like this
I'm gonna woo you, gonna snag you
with karate chop kiss
I heard you love karate chop
Yes my karate chop kiss
I heard you love karate chop
Yes my karate chop kiss
I'm gonna fake it til I make it
Just wait and see
And you'll take it til you're naked
Just you and me
I wanna hold you and mold you
and love you with fists
Just like I told, I sold you
with karate chop kiss
I heard you love karate chop
Yes my karate chop kiss
I heard you love karate chop
Yes my karate chop kiss
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5. |
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Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
I got my black backpack
Got my black slick slacks
Got my black wrapped rack
Fatherland, bring the Black Attack back
Got my black soul shoes
Got my black and blue bruise
Got my black print news
Fatherland, don't let the Black Attack lose
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
We ride the slick black rail
Avoid the hard black jail
Drink our dark black ale
Fatherland, don't let the Black Attack fail
We're like a deep black sea
Sip our hot black tea
In black I'm me
Fatherland, set the Black Attack free
Ja, wir tragen gern schwarz
Es ist nicht die Farbe unsere Seele
Einfach, unsere Mode Geschmack
Oh ist das für dich ein Problem?
Schade
Weisst du wer wir sind?
Wir sind Stein Papier Schwester
Und wir sind sau geil
Sau geil
Sau geil
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
We're black dressed folk
Black hash we toke
Black clouds of smoke
Fatherland, don't let the Black Attack choke
In black we'll try
To tell a fat black lie
Black tears we'll cry
If Fatherland lets the Black Attack die
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
but our fashion "geschmack"
Yes, we like to wear black
It's not the color of our souls
just our fashion "geschmack"
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6. |
Heim
04:00
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The sky is always cloudy
But the tulips burning bright
And oh her water's fizzy
Spärmüll in the night
No one here is friendly
But the friends we've got got class
And those little cafe venues
They've got sass
Don't you wanna go home?
Don't you wanna go home?
Don't you wanna go home?
Don't you wanna go home?
It's not all coke and techno
I can't pedal at that pace
But still I think I've fooled them
With my leather, suede, and lace
It's 4pm and sunset
As I flip my kickstand down
Beam me up I beg you
Back to my Nebraska town
Don't you wanna go home?
Don't you wanna go home?
Don't you wanna go home?
Don't you wanna go home?
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Rock Paper Sisters Lincoln, Nebraska
Rock Paper Sisters-a dark, femme, synthpop duo-was formed in 2012 in Lincoln, Nebraska. Its members consisted of Katie Loughrist (Sister Paper) and Amy Gordon (Sister Rock). Both relative beginners to the music scene, the two friends (close as sisters) helped the other gain more confidence on stage and in the studio. Loughrist is now an educator, Gordon now a psychologist and podcast host. ... more
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