Artist: Uniform Motion
Album: One Frame Per Second
Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to make us yearn.
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we’ll sink the float that would not let us win.
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their taints and quirks.
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess behind us sink.
And that’s no way to listen to our sonnet.
They’re buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet.
But the fools never listen to what I say.
They’ve copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, don’t listen to a word I say. Just look the other way.
I’m not saying I’ve got much to say. Just look the other way.
|1||The Victory Of Buckets And Doors|
|2||I Was Crushed By A Forty-Foot Man|
|3||Our Hearts Have Been Misplaced In A Secret Location|
|4||There Is No Way There Is No Way|
|5||Fools, Don't Listen To A Word I Say|
|6||The Rats Dress Nice|
|7||We’re Hauling Land Through The Air|
|8||I Will Put My Life On Tape|
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|Uniform Motion - One Frame Per Second Album Lyrics|
|1.||The Victory Of Buckets And Doors|
|2.||I Was Crushed By A Forty-Foot Man|
|3.||Our Hearts Have Been Misplaced In A Secret Location|
|4.||There Is No Way There Is No Way|
|5.||Fools, Don't Listen To A Word I Say|
|6.||The Rats Dress Nice|
|7.||We’re Hauling Land Through The Air|
|8.||I Will Put My Life On Tape|
|1||Rodrigo Y Gabriela|
|6||City and Colour|
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