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Time Travelling is Heavy

by Marty Was Right

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1.
January Cool 04:38
Call me with your last quarter Don’t call me your last resort, because I’m not, not going out till it’s through Not, not bowing down just for you And your call I don’t expect it at all And if your head feels sober A sense of guilt in order I’m sitting, waiting, craving a fresh start Not, not turning around till you stop And your call I don’t expect it at all Call me a stranger with no new laugh A bad luck story, common stock photograph Not, not slow inside as you thought Not, not asking you for a lot And your call I don’t expect it at all And if you turn away in silence I’ll set my life straight without you Not, not calling Not, not bowing Not, not knowing Not in your story And your call I don’t expect it at all It might be wrong It might be wrong It might be wrong It might be wrong All my feelings fold And I fall All my feelings fold And I fall Fall Fall
2.
We're not beautiful, we don't care The straws in our vodkas will get us there Black eyes on our faces say "We don't mind it all" Bring us the side dish, we've got no collateral We see ourselves decided to run into the riots We play too much with fire to watch the burning crisis Out of control or misplaced in the brawl Picked on by bystanding buddies on hold Girl you know where I'm from I've got no name and throne Not on the side of the ones undecided So stick to the dollhouse And clame your messiah We're not beautiful, we don't care The straws in our vodkas will get us there Black eyes on our faces say "We don't mind it all" Bring us the side dish, we've got no collateral We're not beautiful, we don't care Our ducktale stories with a beer in hand Locked lies in the basement The fear of the final call Replaced and berated Fearing to miss it all We see ourselves decided to run into the riots We play too much with fire to watch the burning crisis Out of control or misplaced in the brawl Picked on by bystanding buddies on hold Girl you know where I'm from I've got no name and throne Not on the side of the ones undecided So stick to the dollhouse And clame your messiah
3.
In spite of all of those drums You'll wait till the morning comes Laughing loud Till the sound is over Coming around Wait for stars as they fall down But this is just a part of you This letdown will be the only truth Give me hope till our story is An early breakup, honest When we meet from fortune's fate I grab your hand, you pay my debt Kissing you on your forehead Is missing you on the next end I get along But my change is failing through I won't get there next to you And as we dance to something new Would you stop if I'd ask you to? And I know you speak of fortune's fate But it's a dead end quest, it's not my sense I could give the world to you But then for me it wouldn't be true It's strange, that's all I can see it in your eyes This fate was no surprise And we color, color it all Instead of calling it all off And we color, color it all Instead of calling it all off
4.
August Rush 03:56
I'm standing And so it starts I'm speaking But words don't last From what I see now Five miles off course from the accolade Who's to blame now For the changing tides in this soft parade? Is this the Simon Says of all the ones who stand alone? Are we all waiting for the day when it's all gone? For all the daughters that are safe from what you wrap us on We stand here waiting Are we all gone? Are we the waiting? Are we all gone? Are we still waiting? Are we all gone? And you might just recognize What's shoved fiercely into our lives Looking at the busboy standing right next to you There's people dancing, feet bathed on the shore An August Rush, the waves fulfill the bore Set your speakers, bring out your colours Grant us this feeling, share it with others Give us a sign now Give us a sign now I'm not gonna sleep here and waste going home I'm not gonna sleep here and waste going home I'm not gonna sleep here and waste going home Is this the Simon Says of all the ones who stand alone? Are we all waiting for the day when it's all gone? For all the daughters that are safe from what you wrap us on We stand here waiting Are we all gone? Are we the waiting? Are we all gone? Are we still waiting? Are we all gone? There's no plan We don't want to We don't want to behave like the clericals Shifting through our timetables Fearing the respectables Bringing out the smile before the kings of sickened law Silver in pocket, wasteful needs Grateful empire, set your desires Check mate on the growing age Is this the Simon Says of all the ones who stand alone? Are we all waiting for the day when it's all gone? For all the daughters that are safe from what you wrap us on We stand here waiting Are we all gone? Are we the waiting? Are we all gone? Are we still waiting? Are we all gone?
5.
Seventeen 04:09
While at the brink of seventeen I'm in the business of selling lies to myself And if you think we'll reach eighteen You're in for a big surprise, I can tell This is my own trash talk Perpetual glowing shock In between you And yourself I'm in the limbo, oh no This is no place to go And now I'm flying, flying, flying Until the darkest star While at the brink of seventeen I'm in the business of selling lies to myself And if you think we'll reach eighteen You're in for a big surprise, I can tell And while I wait for chance, For a better playing hand A stylish ride... ah A change of charm... ah I'm in the limbo, oh no I stop at your feet or so And then I'm silent, silent, silent While you just walk on by While at the brink of seventeen I'm in the business of selling lies to myself And as I hope to see you keen I want this foolish prize, you could tell I touch the risky send Distant from where you mend A taste for pride... ah The same sore eyes... ah I'm in the limbo, oh no Is this the way to go? But you're still silent, silent, silent So I get no reply Caught by this silence Searching for miles and Your girl was at that place You're sure it was her face? Caught by this silence Searching for miles and Your girl was at that place You're sure it was her face? While at the end of seventeen I learn to say goodbye, that's the end And as I stomp on my own feet It comes as no surprise Kiss and tell
6.
I know lots of things Composed in past tense I see life's friends Standing outside of my Newfound home Stranded alone When you left Krakow Took the best part of my heart Heart Heart Highstone Highstone Kissing the camel Brittle and dreadful Far from the saddle Took the next tram to my love Love Love Kissing the camel Brittle and dreadful Far from the saddle Took the next tram to my... I know lots of things Composed in past sense I see life's changed I stood outside of my Newfound home Stranded alone When you go to Krakow Take back this part of my heart Heart Heart Highstone Highstone Kissing the camel Brittle and dreadful Far from the saddle Took the next tram to my love Love Love
7.
Oh On the highest part, falling For the days you took upon you On the highest part, falling All the times you told her to run Hello? Is there anybody home? And though You were wrong, She will come back all along Watch your side Step by step as the meddling stones come to claim your neck Please look out for the styrofoam Please look out for the styrofoam Oh On the highest part, falling For the face that turns me over On the hardest part, falling With the same star right above And I stand afar, breaking When your mother tells you to go Hello? Is there anybody home? And though You were wrong, She will come back all along Watch your side Step by step as the meddling stones come to claim your neck Please look out for the styrofoam Please look out for the styrofoam And oh, For the saddest tears you take Not standing on your own Your training wheels went missing Withstanding the name of Down And I fear you trade in A laughing stock for a breathing job Come on Come on Come on Sit and wait for the slightest surge When the deadly push tears the creed apart As wrinkles burn right down to our hearts I could have been the one to stop and smile But I just stumble And you know... Oh Hello? Is there anybody home? And though You were wrong She will come back all along She will come back even more She will come back just to make you feel home
8.
Looking out the back stroke Killing off the stalk I start to see that Your days are broken all the way But you still feel that The nights all seem plain The taste of cinnamon The checker flag after Crashing cars I tell you after all This flailing numbness precedes the cure Please take my words You chase your cars But they're down over the curve The taste of cinnamon The checker flag after Crashing cars Charlie came up to the house Said he wanted to go out Intends to spread the seeds tonight Tested waters before But every flying fish dies on the shore

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released December 25, 2011

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Marty Was Right Lisboa, Portugal

Time travelling is heavy! The reference to Back to the Future is obvious, as it should be. Marty is in fact one person, coming from Lisbon, Portugal, which was a long time ago obsessed with the science fiction trilogy that dwells on alternate realities and how to avoid them. Loosely defined as guitar-driven indie rock, it's hard to know if it's the guitar doing the singing or Marty himself ... more

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