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The Taste You Know And Enjoy - Low Water

by Low Water

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he’s takin’ names / and email addresses / he knows that your transgressions run into the scores / and where you slipped last night and what’s beneath the sores / he’s takin’ names / he’s dressin’ sharp / and he only takes a cab / no paper trail to nab him and no credit score / when he’s smokin’ with the blinds down and a towel under the door / he’s dressin’ sharp / if you give him just a little bit / just the tip of the tongue just a tiny hit / and he walks / if you ever hovered underneath the slip / i can promise you this one day it’ll hit / and he’ll start to talk / and a milk and honey voice will echo off every wall / and standin’ in that courtyard, brother, you’ll never feel so small / if you give him just a little bit / just the tip of the tongue just a tiny hit / and he walks / if you ever hovered underneath the slip / i can promise you this one day it’ll hit / and he’ll start to talk / and a pilgrim with his head in the clouds / the singer singin’ right out loud / the singer singin’ multiple choice / the pilgrim takes in every voice / he’ll come like a thief / when the big city stops it’s hummin’ / his kids are runnin’ laps and grindin’ mud into their shoes / do you think he’s gonna trace the tracks? / or settle for the grooves? / he’s takin’ names
2.
my heart / it’s beating like a sentient drum / my part / it was scripted right where i come from / my hands / are holding up the halo and speaking when my lips disagree / my plans / they travel incognito and they ain’t been getting back to me / so i find that i freeze / without that 40-story breeze / give me back my life in advertising, please / a two-way radio mystery / a piece of string and two tin cans / and a mantra wrapped in a safewords / to ground me in the foreign lands / my name / joins lovers like a lime and gin / my game . i’m not playing and i’m not giving in / no escape from the squeeze / without those corner office keys / give me back my life in advertising, please
3.
I Amplify 02:55
time to drop off friends from the cab that never ends / on a curb that is the shore to the ocean / and the lines of past loves wave good-bye from above / the heat from the road gives the impression of motion / hey babe, hey babe, i know how to make it all better / hey babe, hey babe.../ because i amplify / time to play “who cares” so here’s to splittin’ hairs / and the fog that starts the ships harmonizing / so this is how it feels to go up on two wheels / my voice rolls on tape inside the car that your driving / hey babe, hey babe / i’ll be back to you up later / hey babe, hey babe... i amplify
4.
me and st. hubert we were sitting on a fence / we were waitin’ for the stag to show / by the look in his eyes he had gave himself completely / but i still had a ways to go / i didn’t know / no, i did not know / when his cell phone rang he knew it was the bishop / but he refused to take the call / he put himself to pasture in a land of no reception / and it seemed like he was having a ball / he said, “i won’t fall” / no, i will not fall / and if you are one who’s prone to brusin’ like a berry / if your eyes hold the mist like the light from a ferry / if your ears get to burnin’ from the urban grapevine / if you’re spreadin’ it as thin as a daily news headline / let it go / me and st. hubert we were both eldest sons / both heading for a fall from grace / bending over backwards with a compound bow / we was both addicted to the chase / but i can’t keep up the pace / no, i can’t keep up the pace / that low engine hum and all the white-noise conversions / that high-energy strumin’ and the sidewalk confrontations / that face that you got out on permanent loan / that trick where you disappear right into the drone / let it go
5.
Consuela 05:17
no pressure / no clues / but no lesser / the blues / i’m walkin’ on eggshells / wearin’ sensible shoes / my dark ways / my half-crimes / my big sways / my last times / i’m turning stock phrases / into gold- spun rhymes / and the dust that it raises / blurs and borderlines / well i’d rather be a street sign / or a tightrope wire / than the stretch of road / that runs between the spires / we got threads to bare / now that the prayers have been prayed / we got treads to wear / now that the fares have been paid / consuela, would you name this desperation? /the line between the sea and sand can be our destination...
6.
spinin’ my wheels or shapin’ the clay? / fastenin’ my boots or kneeling to pray? / stayin’ steadfast behind bedroom doors / a cyclone of ashes on a concrete floor / i keep tellin’ myself they don’t write ‘em like that anymore / the kicked black cat landed in my path (let it be my destination) / unlucky at love but gettin’ good at math (let it be my destination) / late night calls just to check on the folks / a joke that hits home like a stick in the spokes / a line can kill but a word can continue to choke / with a body of mostly water / and a heart made out of foam / as long as your hands are over my head / i will always have a home / just a poor donkey in another life / just a decoy not a proper wife / just a bronze heart and the dull edge of a knife... with a body of mostly water / and a heart made out of foam / as long as your hands are over my head / i will always have a home
7.
i should’a heard what they’re sayin’ ‘bout me / yeah i should’a heard what they’re sayin’ ‘bout me / he’s leasing all his life with no interest on it / and fendin’ off the sun with a sideways bonnet / yeah i should’a heard what they’re sayin’ ‘bout me / where was i at when this all went down? / man, where was i at when this all when down? / writin’ laundry lists instead of long-beard sonnets / and usin’ two mirrors to reflect upon it / man, where was i at when this all when down? / twistin’ off caps that were already floored / and blockin’ pretty people at the bathroom doors / imitate the easy part it soaks in every chord / but when it gettin’ tricky you just come back for more / i should’a heard what they’re sayin’ ‘bout me / i’m holdin’ down the mattress openin’ the lattice pullin’ up the stakes of the tent that’s been prescribed / workin’ on a soft-shoe and sniffin’ on the new glue and tryin’ to escape the wrath of what’s been inscribed / and i’m suckin’ down the cheap juice and i’m swingin’ like a papoose from the tit that gravity denied / and i’m takin’ it like a real man in black and white with gloved hands / with your reflection in his eye
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Centralia 00:43
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post your pictures and prove your case / press your clover and hold your place / hang your hopes in a 99 cent frame / hang from your earbuds and sing the refrain / and go down swingin’ / put down the poison but take good notes / take your creatives and put them in quotes / walk down the street of imaginary sand / believe in the songs of your imaginary band / and go down swingin’ / one defiant wish then let it drop / take that client wish and make it pop / but are you goin’ backwards if you stop? / that splash you could have made without the flop / picture what could have been without the crop / but you ain’t goin’ backwards if you stop? / are you goin’ backwards if you stop? / no you ain’t goin’ backwards if you stop / arrange the fence to keep in what is true / change the tense to sleep in before two / wake up too late to repair what will be done / shake up your mate to be fair to number one / and go down swingin’ ...

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"Their new album, The Taste You Know And Enjoy, is recommended listening for all fans of intelligently designed pop music." - AMERICAN SONGWRITER

"Gorgeous harmonies... intriguing arragements... vulnerable in all the right places... In the opening track they set the tone with understated folk-rock, layer on dramatic strings in a section that somehow manages to channel both '70s soul and baroque pop and come out the other side with a heavy guitar riff interrupted by a vocal break that hits like a young Brian Wilson gone space-rock...8 out of 10" - BLURT Magazine

"This band's music is sheer bliss and genius...clearly one of the best unsigned bands in pop rock at the moment..." - Indierockcafe.com

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released January 15, 2011

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Low Water Brooklyn, New York

"The new Low Water album is recommended listening for all fans of intelligently designed pop music.” -American Songwriter

"Low Water is sheer bliss and genius. Clearly one of the best unsigned bands in pop rock at the moment." -Indie Rock Cafe

Low Water is a rock band based in Brooklyn, NY.

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