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Deck of Cards
01:10
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Getting yourself together like a deck of cards
Getting yourself together like a deck of cards
Sing a song
Get in tune
Feel the beat
See you soon
Getting yourself together like a deck of cards
Getting yourself together like a deck of cards
Will I write
Anymore?
Will I be able
To cut the score?
Getting yourself together like a deck of cards
Getting yourself together like a deck of cards
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Highway
03:25
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Highway or my way
I said to the stars and the satellites
There's only my way, sad but true
I took the highway
Fuck the cold rain
I've been born again on this autumn day
I'll grow up someday
Now I got countless miles on queue
Look, I don't know what to do
And maybe death is counting too
I'm very small but i can fit with you
It's rather highway than my way
And a showdown starts here any day
But if it's my way, there's chances you'll go blue
Then I’ll say
"Highway on Blu-ray" (-- have you seen that?)
Watch me and my getaway!"
Don't tell me your highway's rusted you
But I don't know what to do
I think death is laughing too
My rusted soul would never fit with you
(I don't think that's quite true!)
Cause you race and you race and you race
Then erase and erase and erase
You get lost you get lost you get lost
So, embrace the embrace of embrace
I engage the engage in a cage
Filled with rage on a page
Oh, the rage...
You retake but mistake the intake
Why not break all the boundaries of fate
You retail all the veils of your shame
As you jump on the motors of... Hell!?
I rewind and rewind all the tapes
Let's forget all the stupid mistakes
Now I’ll say
Highway or my way
This showdown starts here right away
Get on my highway
That's the fun thing to do
(I don't know you!)
But don't show me the
Highway, 'cause that's the wrong way
And you'll watch me and my getaway
Don't take the byway
Unless it's me and you
On my highway/(On your highway)
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3. |
Scratching the Surface
02:40
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Scratching the surface, scratching the surface now
I have to write a good song but i don't know how
While everything about me
Keeps on letting me down
Sculpting words with a pick
Chiseling dead soul on a wing
All my life in a week
Just one click
No destination, i run no common ground
No music around me, there's only noise of guilty sound
Take the cash
Money's good
Make a stand
In Hollywood
Spend your life in the sun
Having fun
'Cause all those basement years
Have gotta end their run
And all those broken feelings
Turn into a plan
Keep your records fun
So they don't burn
Build a house
Getaway
Get a life
Children's play
Caught no more
In the act
Silent signs
Not a fact
(True fact)
Buy a holiday in the sun
Soul needs fun
Writing a damn good song
Will get it done
But I’m still
Scratching the surface, scratching the surface now
I have to write a good song but I don't know how
While everything about me
Keeps on letting me down
Seems the only chance I got
Is to be number one
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4. |
Show Last Nite
02:11
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My past and my future looking at each other
Me as the victim, brown and green eye portrait
Feeling the beauty, memory of heartbreak
Stillness as wonder, strike of fate
She's moving on, I’m letting be
This time's possibilities are a mystery to me
Wondering last night how much will she miss it
Calling a taxi out in the cold
Revisiting the day I walked all over town with her
Haunting me as a ghost, she left a hole in my soul
Here we are now, here we are
Look at us now, here we are
The girl in my future, she speaks like a question
Filling the blank spots on a paper night
She answered my prayers, showed up with erasers
Skillful mutilation, with the games begun
What should I do now, my past and my future
Standing together
My past and my future standing together,
More beautiful than ever
My past and my future looking at each other
Out in the street, what a show last night
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5. |
Contortionists
03:09
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Look at them now in a box
They hurt but they feel quite rose
They change form and shape failing dose
A symbiosis in an equinox
She's closed a door quite abruptly
He's on the verge of finding God
They will discover each other
Contortion of a broken mind
What are dreams made of?
She seems to be somehow wrong
The question persists in fault
When will this be trailing off?
It's time for him to go blank
Avoiding a terrible trap
They will discover a home
Contortion of a broken bone
The little demon in a quiet low
The little demon playing without goal
The little serpent demon's fall
It's time to erase their souls
Contortion is going on
Contortion still going on
Contortion is going on
Contortion still going on
Look at them now in a box
They hurt but they feel quite rose
They change form and shape failing dose
A symbiosis in an equinox
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That girl who saw herself as a witch
Took one more pill and then tried to ditch
Her age was the problem, she wasn't there quite yet
She asked the guy she had charmed to forget
Then she produced some weird sin weapon
Blew the guy's skull open in seven seconds
When she said
"You got too much imagination!
You got too much imagination!
And every time illusions let you down
And every time illusions let you down"
The man came back from his dream
In a small room in the city he shared with his grin
That's where the factory operated
And all the illusions were being forged
But at one point with horror and regret
He realized he'd lost the other side to himself
He said
"Is it too much imagination?
Is it too much imagination?!"
Every time illusions leave you behind
Every time illusions leave you."
Changes in specter of color take long
Seven deadly sins are coming along
Don't paint your future, it's completely wrong
She went out that night and got lost in the cold
And that's
Not
His
Imagination
And that's
Not
His
Imagination
No cutting of slack
For his imagination
Every time illusions let you down
And every time illusions leave you
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7. |
Contortionists (Coda)
02:08
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Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm
She takes his eyes out and throws them on the floor
She sticks a pin deep down inside his now abandoned soul
He laughs like piglets taken to the cutting row
He breaks the pact she had added years ago
Now here they go
Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm
They change the balance of a dying world
They slurp their hearts down and throw them to the dog
And as she's leaving, leaving from his wall
He starts to breathe in as the record spins alone
Now here it goes
Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm (But he doesn't want to die alone)
Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm (No, he doesn't want to die alone)
Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm (Yes, he doesn't want to die alone, now here he goes...)
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8. |
Dream B
02:17
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I've been wandering lost in Dream B
I've been hearing all the moon dogs
And my stationery life all summed up
Gonna leave me home
And my beat is gonna make me
And my chair is gonna race him
And I’m gonna get to save him
He's just got a mountain soul
But my dream is gonna fail me
And my heart is gonna shake me
And my traitor's gonna tape me
And my chair is full of glow
And my tries they don't have arms
And my plans they don't have palms
And my life is just obnoxious
Just a hurried broken bone
I'm slowly running out of time
This dream is gonna pass me by
No song will ever come alive
Just medicine for an aborted
Slowed down rhyme
But the harlequin is drinking
And the little girl is sinking
All the hopes I have been winking
Are in bathtub overflow
And my melody is wrinkling
Circling circus like a true fling
And my heart is gonna fail me
But I’ll never choke alone
And no prisoners will take me
I won't let them masquerade me
All the images recycled
They won't fly in stereo
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9. |
Dakota
04:31
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This is Dakota
On a record's B side
Under the dim light tonight
It keeps riffin' my mind
Remember Dakota
Somewhere on a map?
We used to wanna go there
But then you said you felt trapped
Now can you say you're satisfied?
I can see that you're here
But you've been losing your drive
Why do people change in time?
You've got all that you need
But Dakota has died
That old Dakota
I used to think I know
We never really made it there
You said you needed to grow
Maybe I’m over quota
And my memory's low
I managed to pack and leave
But I couldn't find my soul
Well, can you say you feel complete?
Are you really that sure
You're not missin' a bit?
Why do people change inside?
You've got it all worked out
But Dakota has died
I've been missing Dakota
I've been missing Dakota
(A dance in Dakota
A dance in Dakota)
Cold night in Dakota
The landscape is torn
Can't even play that record
The vinyl's scratched and burnt
What's left of Dakota
The spiders only know
A label on my suitcase
Still says you wanted to go
But you'll just go back to your life
Everything will be cool
With no Dakota in sight
And I don't think I’ll really mind
You will leave as you came
Our Dakota has died
Dakota
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10. |
Lost in the Woods
04:02
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So, tell me about it, junior
Tell me how bad, just how bad
Was the fall?
Tell me about it, Junior
You got used to it, Junior
Being low
You got lost in the woods, Junior
Lost in the woods, Junior
You got caught
Caught up in a bind, junior
Lost it inside, Junior
Not my fault
Cryptic writing on the wall
Silent knocking at your door
Who'll come in? Who'll come in?
To the rescue
Blaming you
You got lost in the woods, Junior
Lost in the goods, Junior
Bless your soul
You got lost in the run, Junior
Lost in the plan, Junior
Stiches torn
Cryptic writing on the floor
Is it really a lesson learned?
When you get this
You will know it all
You got lonely summer eyes
All that darkness in disguise
Faking, waking, breaking, shaking
Mind flaw stretching, levitating
You got lies like the woods
In your soul like the woods
I don't know, I don"t know
Just what you'll do
But you can't sue
You got used to the pain, Junior
But that pain has no gain, Junior
You got used
You got lost in the woods, Junior
Lost in the woods, Junior
So confused
Cryptic writing on that whore
Who will notice broken love?
You got neck pain, you got spine wreck
You got back ache, you are heart's slave
You got changes, you got serpent bite
You got feelings, take my misguide
No one's spared
No one's spared
Face the music
You're a star
Burning paper
Took you far
Silent silence
At your door
Is it me you're
Looking for?
And I
Can light
Another state of mind
Don't you think that I can light
So bright
The perfect state of mind
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11. |
Press That Button
04:47
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All the songs I wrote for you
All the words I thought for you
All the nights I lost for you
All the years I’ve lived for you
Won't mean a thing
Won't mean a thing
Unless you press that button
All the changes I’ve been through
All this darkness that's made me blue
All the fears running me over
All the ghosts and memories haunting me
Won't mean a thing
Won't mean a thing
Unless you care to press that button
All the stories in my head
All the things meant but never said
All the places I wanted to take you
All the dreams that never came true
Won't mean a thing
Won't mean a thing
Unless you take a chance
Don't be afraid to finally do it
Don't be afraid 'cause it don't mean a thing
Don't be afraid, there's nothing worth saving here
You're the one
The only one who should do this
All the quiet happy stares
All my silence when you were there
All the happiness you brought
All the love that's been feeding my world
Won't mean a thing
Won't mean a thing
Unless you press that button
Unless you press that button
Let's get this over with
Let's get this over with
Right now
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12. |
Outta This World
04:20
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Is this it now, or has it only begun?
An empty floor with the ghosts of a plan
I've heard that maybe she could've been the one
These days, however, I’m only tryin' to have some fun
Yes, I’m lost and found
And I have only one day to run
Yes, it's dead and gone
But the bullet hasn't stopped the gun
Dissect a feeling, colored but obscure
Laugh like a baby, spidery corner of the room
Inhale some dust, allergic return
Proof that the life vest is already torn
And I’m lost and found
But the spirit of this moment is both dumb and proud
Yes, it's dead and gone
And they have just shipped me out of this world
I have water on me, supplies of powdered soul
I have pictures to remind me of my dead-end goal
I have music to put in a jar
Tore out some paper to write this letter down
Kind of funny, nothing to portray
And when I’m back I’ll donate my disarray
Forget about it, the windshield has flown
And with these last words I’m out of this world
Outta this world
Outta this world
Outta this world…
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13. |
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Highway or my way
I said to the stars and the satellites
There's only my way, sad but true
I took the highway
Fuck the cold rain
I've been born again on this autumn day
I'll grow up someday
Now I got countless miles on queue
Look, I don't know what to do
And maybe death is counting too
I'm very small but i can fit with you
It's rather highway than my way
And a showdown starts here any day
But if it's my way, there's chances you'll go blue
Then I’ll say
"Highway on Blu-ray" (-- have you seen that?)
Watch me and my getaway!"
Don't tell me your highway's rusted you
But I don't know what to do
I think death is laughing too
My rusted soul would never fit with you
(I don't think that's quite true!)
Cause you race and you race and you race
Then erase and erase and erase
You get lost you get lost you get lost
So, embrace the embrace of embrace
I engage the engage in a cage
Filled with rage on a page
Oh, the rage...
You retake but mistake the intake
Why not break all the boundaries of fate
You retail all the veils of your shame
As you jump on the motors of... Hell!?
I rewind and rewind all the tapes
Let's forget all the stupid mistakes
Now I’ll say
Highway or my way
This showdown starts here right away
Get on my highway
That's the fun thing to do
(I don't know you!)
But don't show me the
Highway, 'cause that's the wrong way
And you'll watch me and my getaway
Don't take the byway
Unless it's me and you
On my highway/(On your highway)
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Peca
Peca is one of the most important voices of Romanian playwriting. Besides writing for the stage Peca has been writing and home recording lo-fi songs, with a DYI attitude, experimenting with different genres and sounds in an unique way. His recent albums include "Lo-Fi" (2011), "Murray Hill" (2013), "Basic Instructions for Love" (2013), "Basic Instructions for Death" (2014) and "Pieces” (2021) ... more
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