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Better Than Yours
03:22
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I’m getting bored, bored so stiff
Sitting on a fence that’s about to give
It’s time for a new direction
Your destruction (is) my predilection
Make you case, it’s the game to play
Don’t turn your back, don’t run away
As I’m gonna be your accusatory
And you will be my subsidiary
I think you’re stupid
And I’m out to prove it
‘cause my opinion is better than yours
Take it, go on take it and leave
Not long ‘till I’m hot on your heels
Well I’m persistent and you know it
You’ll be mine before you can lose it
I don’t care for your understanding
I don’t need your comprehension
I don’t like your generalisation
You’ll never reach my expectation
I think you’re stupid
And I’m out to prove it
‘cause my opinion is better than yours
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2. |
No Believe
02:27
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“I shouldn’t be here!” is what I say
I’m not a part of your pocket (and I) won’t be made to stay
And now the traps are set to turn me around
But without that one conviction
I can turn it off, throw it out, (rip it up) and start all over again
I guess I’ll never get the chance to save my soul
But I won’t be blinded by the (illusive/seeming) open goal
The search party’s out and the scent is strong
But without that one conviction
I can turn it off, throw it out, (rip it up) and start all over again
It’s all in the show and it’s fixed to blow
It’s all in the show and it’s fixed to blow
It’s all in the show and it’s fixed to blow
It’s all gonna blow, I’ll save my own soul!
Take my hand, I’ll set you free
Now I have this one conviction
We can turn it off, throw it out, (rip it up) and start all over again
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3. |
2 Pacific
04:14
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Throwing stones in to the ocean
So that the impact will break my reflection
I know that I will have to leave here
I’ll never be that feeling, no memory
Hold on (Hold on), I’m trying to just….
Hold on (Hold on)
Hold on (Hold on)
I could be out for a long time
A total meltdown, I didn’t know it
No redemption, I really blew it
A blind situation, full confirmation
I rode the wave too far and got to see just where it went…..
Head to head, lights up in the distance
Now my heart is pumping hard just like a piston
My kaleidoscopic eyes are adjusting to the night
I’m a devastation, like a piston
Hold on (Hold on), I’m trying to just….
Hold on (Hold on), I wish could just….
Hold on (Hold on)
Too pacific
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4. |
I Like To Party
03:23
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I’ll track your house party down, I don’t need an invite
Kick open the front door and head for the light
(I’ll) drink all of your beer before the night’s even started
Take a piss on the TV (and) smear shit on the carpet
I don’t like to be this way but I’m too hungry to turn away
It makes me sick to see the waste so I hit it too
“I like to party!”
I need more drink, now I’m out of control
Start a fight in the bedroom now that I’m on a roll
I come up, I come up
And when I’m ready to party we’re all fucked
I go down, fully drown
Like a rock in a pool, I’m straight down
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5. |
Too Late
03:47
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Bad eyes and a dirty mouth
A distressed smile, it’s spitting vowels
30 seconds and I’ll have to try and break free
I’ve heard the complaints before
Never listened to, well I can’t hear anymore
I’m so bored, (feels like) my ears are going to bleed
I’ll never get away
I’ll never get away
I’ll never get away
And it’s getting too damn late
Too Late
Bad blood is raining down
Another day another irritant
Your negative drive can’t break me down, I won’t be your victim
Well I am still hanging on, I won’t be a victim, I won’t be your muse, I won’t be your pawn, I won’t be your princess, no no no
(The) interruptions are a daily curse
Too many questions, my head really hurts
No release and it’s taking it’s toll on me
The black cat is baring down
Wild stress levels, I’m sweating out loud
Your infection is killing me
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Surface Waves Leeds, UK
Surface Waves are a 4-piece rock n' roll band from Leeds, UK.
Matt Colmer -
Guitar/Vox
Sam Coyle - Guitar/Vox
Mark Silcock - Bass/Vox
Kev Sanderson - Drums
Contact: surfacewaves4@gmail.com
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