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Flying High Anyway 4:420:00/4:42
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Not Talking Squatch 3:330:00/3:33
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Hard Hitting Rock 2:580:00/2:58
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Out Here On Our Own 3:240:00/3:24
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0:00/3:49
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Some Kind Of Mother 3:490:00/3:49
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0:00/3:46
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Shaking This Can Up 3:580:00/3:58
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Your Arms Around Me 5:580:00/5:58
“Went to the record store when I was in sixth grade took my lawn mowing money and you know I bought The Wall...”
— I've Tried Sleeping, HARD HITTING ROCK
Lyrics
01 Flying High Anyway
If you go back in time don't mess with your former self
In the zombie apocalypse aim for the head
You've got to run got to fly like your life depends on it
Don't get caught lying to yourself
Or the man will come and get you
Lock you down deep in suburbia
Your love's got me flying high above the day
Your love's got me flying high anyway
The past comes in and out of focus
Got to part this sea somehow like Moses
When I close my eyes I can hear their voices
And on the count of three
You'll snap your fingers once
This crack in the windshield is growing but let's wait another day
Did you say less is more or more is more or more is less yesterday
You've got to run got to fly like your life depends on it
Don't get caught lying to yourself
Or the man will come and get you
Lock you down deep in suburbia
Your love's got me flying high above the day
Your love's got me flying high anyway
Your love's got me flying high above the day
Your love's got me flying high anyway
02 Not Talking Squatch
Falling faster than building seven came down
Now they're eating their own
He waves his arms around
Lines his pockets pushing podcast gold
Sweating dye
Rudy, did you know
Was it was an inside job
Were you on the inside
I'm not talking squatch or if we landed on the moon
I just can't believe as the years roll by and by
That not one person from the demolition team
With a heavy conscience hasn't blown the whistle
Or come out to say
Yeah, It was an inside job
And I was on the inside
I've tried sleeping with the wool pulled over my eyes
You can move on now there's nothing behind the door
But there's no relief your story just don't add up
You can move on now there's nothing behind the door
I've got questions is there anyone out there left to dial
You can move on now there's nothing behind the door
If you're going to lie to me
Please give me a story that in time I'll be able to forget
03 Hard Hitting Rock
Went to the record store
When I was in sixth grade
Took my lawn mowing money
And you know I bought The Wall
The day it came out and played it over and over
Until my Mom she saw the art
On the inside cover where the judge is an asshole
When she took it I fell apart
But then I found where she hid it and was back in business
You know I turned it up loud
It's been painful watching rock die
Year after year by degrees
I could bore you with the reasons why
Pick your poison MTV
Sony Napster the times
Clear Channel the internet and whatever I'm forgetting
So I went into hibernation
And had a near death experience that became this record
And now it's time to turn it up loud
Bring back the rock and roll
Hard hitting rock music clubs four bands deep
To rattle our bones and wake us from this sleep
It's time to turn it up loud